Why "again"?

Roy's heart moved, and Escar skipped some content. Kyle Mohan suffered a massive invasion many years ago.

The school has plummeted since that time.

…

"Haha! Then how did you make the decision in the end?" Oaks asked with a smile.

"Visermere checked him from head to toe, inside to outside to confirm that he was not magic or cursed."

"Then the old rules, vote..." Eskal shrugged, "Kyle Mohan has not been lively for many years, and it is dilapidated. The valuable treasures have been taken away long ago and are unprofitable. There is no problem with a few friends occasionally."

"I voted abstain."

"Lambert seemed to be stimulated by some kind of stimulus and voted against it."

"Geralt and Visemill agreed. So... I was sent here to meet." Escal sniffed a few mouthfuls of the fat stew. "I thought you would have come at least January, but I didn't expect it to be so early? Not long after the winter solstice, I hadn't had time to hunt something big and prepare a hearty marinated meal."

Roy was a little disappointed when he heard this, as if Geralt had not passed on the concept of fraternity to his companions.

"All the affairs of Nuocheng have been handled. I have nothing to do anyway, so we decided to set off early..."

Roy paused, "I thought Master Visemill would not agree."

The three great men of the Snake Sect shook their heads casually. In their imagination, the oldest master should be the most conservative one.

"Gerald convinced him... to describe your characteristics in detail, which aroused the old guy's curiosity." The man's amber pupils swept across the faces of several people one by one.

"What did he say?" Oaks said curiously.

"Resor, calm bald man, Threat, calm wise man, Oaks brother, you are very lively...uh... you should be more chatting with Lambert..."

Oaks opened his mouth wide and made up his mind to see who Lambert was.

"And you, Roy, the youngest snake witch hunter, you have the courage and imagination, full of vitality and courage, perfectly interpreting the old saying, "A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger."

Before Eskal knew it, a hint of melancholy flashed across his face, as if he had thought of someone.

"You often...uh... speak wildly, don't mind, I'm just repeating Geralt's original words. You like to promote exaggerated and amazing remarks. It sounds like a rascal of a madman and a psychopath."

Roy instantly put down the bowl in his hand, his face turned dark, and the meat in his mouth was not as fragrant as that.

Resso tightened his face and turned his head to the side, his expression becoming stiffer.

Threate's mouth twitched.

Oaks laughed exaggeratedly.

"It cannot be described in a more appropriate way! If this kid is not from the same school, if he is not aware of him, I will definitely think he is a crazy person!"

Escar suddenly changed his subject, "Gealt said it later. After careful consideration, your words seemed to make some sense. So can you tell me what strange remarks were said to him?"

Roy's lips moved,

The bald man answered first, "Our visit this time is the suggestion of the little devil!"

"Young man, with a wild mind, thought of it as soon as he came... At that chance meeting in Sintra, he lit up Geralt, who was very interested in Kyle Mohan and wanted to make friends with the Wolf Sect guys."

"There is no doubt that this behavior is indeed very abrupt. After all, the primary meeting was held at that time. What did you say? It was too simple to talk about it."

"So that's it." The Wolf Sect's demon hunter nodded, and made such an outrageous request when he met for the first time. He went to the other party's hometown to be a guest. No matter how he looked at it, he was not meant to be a good intention.

However, Geralt's intuition has always been very accurate, since he agreed to the request in an abnormal manner.

Just trust a few people.

"You guys come to Kyle Mohan, not just to make a few friends, right?" Eskal asked further.

"If you want to change the bag, man, you should understand that today is different from the past. The witch hunter is weak and anyone can step on it," Ox said, slapped his chest, but he was able to stop it, and the more important remarks are left to the future.

"So it's all right to make more friends. If you encounter any trouble in the future, you can help each other..."

Escar lowered his head.

This was the first time he had heard such direct and unconcealed remarks.

Most witch hunters sweep the snow in front of the door and will never do anything to take the initiative to make friends with other schools.

In comparison, the people in front of them seem too utilitarian, but they are refreshing enough!

"Then, I am here to represent the Wolf School first, and you are welcome to visit!"

The five people raised the wooden bowl.

"Gulugulu" dried a bowl of broth.

"You can have enough food and drink and rest? Otherwise, you can get home before tonight!"

...

Under the leadership of Escar, five witch hunters walked along the wide depressions in the valley through the uneven forests and streams at the bottom of the valley.

His keen skills make them wading through mountains and rivers as if they are walking on flat ground.

At one moment, they walked to the height of the valley and saw a long trunk supported by several huge rocks in front of them: the bark was dark, the emerald green of moss and ferns, and the branches were bare.

If you have an unbalanced body, you will easily fall and get seriously injured.

But this is the only way to the depths of the valley.

"This is called the killer road." Eskal noticed the curious gaze of the young witch hunter and explained frankly, "There are many obstacles surrounding Kyle Mohan to prevent foreign invaders, and they will change every year."

"The Snake School should have similar terrain, right? It's good to train new apprentices."

"Uh, I think the exercise effect of wooden stakes is already good."

…

The witch hunter safely and flexibly crossed the killer roads, either a single tree among the huge rocks, or a steep mountain road on the edge of the cliff... from morning to afternoon, and then to evening.

Pass through another valley and climb up the semicircular hillside.

Finally, the legendary ancient sea fortress revealed a rough outline - leaning against the ruins of the steep stone walls, half of the trapezoidal walls, the remaining parts of the outer castle and the city gate, and the rough and solid castle main building.

It is no problem to accommodate hundreds of people.

"Wow, look at this beauty..." Oaks whistled loudly, "No more than Gers Vaderson!"

The remaining snake sect demon hunters all looked solemn.

It is bigger and more worn than everyone thought.

It's even more shocking.

After a minute of attention.

For another quarter of an hour, they stepped on the only remaining banqiao on the fortress moat, followed the stone road in the courtyard to a packaged iron grille door. Behind the worn iron door, there was a pitch-black corridor.

In the corridor, a tall figure with pale hair could be vaguely seen.

"Friends from the Snakes, welcome to Kyle Mohan!"

A low and magnetic voice came out.

Everyone was shocked!
Chapter completed!