Today’s dinner was not as rich as yesterday, but there were barbecue, soup and vegetables.

After a day's hard practice, the witch hunter was so hungry that he could eat a cow.

With a big mouth, the teeth that are far stronger than ordinary people will chew the barbecue and the bones of the barbecue. A few people, you have a leg bone, and I have a piece of meat. It seems that in a competition, a roasted forest deer served on a plate turned into a bone rack in less than five minutes.

The bald man put down a piece of deer legs sucked naked, tried his eyes at his companion beside him, and raised his full wine glass.

"Master Visemir, in order to thank your school for your selfless guidance today, I would like to wish you a cup!"

"Wolf Respect!"

"Be respectful to Kyle Mohan!"

“Friendship lasts forever!”

…

Most of the Wolf Sect responded with a smile, but there was also a not-so-harmonious "light hum" sound.

"What, Oaks, relying on his older age, beat me in the training ground, and thought drinking was better than me?" Lambert raised his wine glass, his pale cheeks seemed extremely unwilling to accept it under the candlestick lighting. He provoked, "Do you dare to compete with me for your alcohol tolerance?!"

"Come on! But you have to have a lottery," Oaks said no, "What if you lose?"

Lambert shouted, "I lost, I will kowtow to you!"

"What if you cheat?"

"Enough!" Resor gave Oaks a fierce look, and the latter finally stopped.

"Sorry, Oaks has a more impulsive temper and often speaks without thinking. I hope you forgive me."

"Lambert's style is similar," Geralt's dark cat pupils circled between two men who were glaring. "In fact, he usually only loses his temper at the person he likes to express his concern."

"Hmm?!" The two pairs of eyes turned to Bailang in unison, making his scalp numb.

"Okay, guys, let's talk about some serious matters." Reso's eyes slowly swept over everyone, "In order to thank the special teaching of the Wolf School, the Viper School decided to give your school a big gift after discussion."

"To be precise, it is to return the treasure lost by Kyle Mohan to the original owner."

In the dining room, the original chewing sounds and the crisp collision of knife and fork and dining plate suddenly disappeared.

Become audible.

"Resor, what do you mean?" Escar said in confusion. "What lost treasure can Kyle Mohan have? I haven't heard of it for more than seventy years. How do you know?"

Geralt, Lambert, and Vishermill all showed doubts.

Resor glanced at Roy, "It's also related to this little devil... After the trial of Green Grass, he gained some special ability due to the randomness of the mutation, and occasionally received some revelation, some fragments about the past and the future. And when stimulated, revelation is more likely to occur."

"After I arrived at Kyle Mohan, when I saw this magnificent ancient sea fortress, an extremely strong intuition arose in my heart." Roy took over the sentence, looked into the air in a daze, and a hint of palpitations flashed across his face.

"And last night, you mentioned to me that after Kyle Mohan was attacked and looted, such a picture appeared before me... Smoke rolled over Kyle Mohan, fires soared into the sky in the castle, and countless thugs surrounded the entire fortress."

"The warlock used magical storm, lightning, and flames to bombard the castle."

"One wolf sect demon hunter after another, and the young apprentice fell into a pool of blood and lost his heartbeat."

The witch hunters breathed slowly when they heard it.

Wisermere took a deep breath, and his unbearable memory surged into his heart and he suddenly sipped with a strong wine.

Holding the cup's fingers, they trembled involuntarily.

"Wait, Roy," Lambert scratched his chin, his cheeks frowned, "Are you sure you didn't have hallucinations last night?"

"If I remember correctly, the attack happened two hundred years ago. Except for Visemir, Geralt and I, Escar, were not even a tadpole."

"Can you see what happened so long ago?"

"Maybe it's just some kind of special magical backtracking reaction?" Geralt tried to explain, "It made you have a nightmare. And, what does this have to do with the lost treasures mentioned by Resor?"

Roy didn't refute, and continued to explain.

"I saw two mages, in the ruins not far from the castle, I guess it was Kyle Mohan's resident mage. When the thug attacked the fort, they were using metallurgical and magical devices in the room to analyze a set of exquisite and gorgeous armor and weapons, study the alloys and materials that constructed them, and then draw corresponding equipment blueprints."

"They two stay in touch with another witch hunter using the Triple Mirror."

The four of the Wolf Sect kept quiet and began to believe the story.

The garrison wizard and the Qianlijing only existed in Kyle Mohan before that long-standing conflict.

Last night, no one mentioned this to Roy.

"The witch hunter seems to be forging the hall, forging equipment based on the freshly baked blueprint."

"But all this was interrupted!" Roy saw some terrifying scene, and his face was shocked under the candlelight. "The thugs have attacked Kyle Mohan everywhere. Their numbers are too many, dozens of times that of the witch hunter!"

"Even if the witch hunters fight in blood, they still cannot reverse the end of their defeat."

...

"So, the lost treasures of the Wolf Sect refer to these equipment blueprints?" Geralt's dark cat eye turned to Visermere. He had never heard of any equipment blueprints in the Wolf Sect.

But the latter nodded at him.

"Roy, can you give me a few names? The resident mage and the witch hunter." Wisemir asked, his low voice trembling with inconspicuous trembling.

"The two mages are Heronimus and Child, and the witch hunter is called - Walin!"

When Visemir heard this, he suddenly closed his eyes and leaned back into the chair. He was so relaxed that his body completely fell into the chair, like a pool of soft mud.

But everyone could see the sadness and excitement on the old man's face.

"Waring...an old guy," Wisermire murmured, "Before that disaster, I was just eighty and was one of the swordsmanship mentors of the Wolf School."

"Warin is the instructor who teaches students practical combat and forging. He has been pursuing the armor and weapons of the first legendary witch hunter throughout his life. His ideal is to restore those exquisite equipment and arm all the new witch hunters trained, so that the group of tense and stiff ghosts can become demon hunters."

"I vaguely remember that he had achieved some kind of result at that time, and was converting the theory into reality, and the thugs came to the door. He joined the Kyle Mohan Defense Force, resisted the attack together, and died in the battle."

"The castle, as well as the observation decks and fortresses around the castle, were all looted and turned into ruins."

"I have searched for it before, but I have found nothing. I thought his research results were taken away by the attackers."

Wisermire paused for a long time,

"In that disaster, I was the only one who stayed in Kyle Mohan. There were also a few demon hunters who were taking risks outside who escaped by chance."

…

Everyone was silent.

There was a bit sadness on my face.

Dozens of witch hunters and even garrison wizards, uniting together is definitely a powerful force that cannot be ignored, but in the face of overwhelming thugs, the entire army was almost wiped out.

It was like a wooden boat in the stormy waves, washed away and to pieces.

A trace of perseverance flashed in the young witch hunter's eyes.

This kind of history must not be repeated!

The witch hunter must change!

Of course, as he does now, he must first gain the trust of the Wolf Sect!

"So, is there any problem with Roy's revelation?" Lambert swallowed, his eyes flashing with surprise. "This kid, swordsmanship and magic seal talent, has such outstanding talent, and has special abilities of foreseement."

"How could there be such an outrageous witch hunter in the world?"

"You don't understand this, right?" Ox patted his shoulder and said earnestly, "Roy, it's a sign of the revival of the Snakes!"

"Don't talk to me, a witch hunter can't change anything!"

...

Under the fire, the young witch hunter looked around and said sincerely, "Master Visemir, everyone from the Wolf Sect, if you want, we can set out at any time to find the lost blueprint of the Wolf Sect."

"I saw it very clearly that the drawings were not taken away, hidden in a secret place that no one knew, and even needed to pass through a portal."

Wisermil looked Roy up and down with a steady gaze.

He felt more and more that this young witch hunter was different from their old guys.

Full of motivation and courage.

"Roy, are you really willing to hand over the drawings to us for free?"

"Of course, but it's best for us to replicate a copy."

The old man nodded.

"Tomorrow, everyone will rest early tonight and make sufficient preparations. Those places have not been visited for many years, and they may have been occupied by monsters." Visermil slapped the table, "Everyone will set out together tomorrow morning!"
Chapter completed!