Chapter 126: Make the Witchers Great Again

Chapter 126: Make the Witchers Great Again

Vesemir sighed and continued, "Child, you must understand that it wasn't just some sorcerers who were dissatisfied with us, but the entire Chapter of Sorcerers didn't want a witcher order to emerge that could rival them."

"Back when all the schools were united under the banner of the Witcher Order, the witchers of that time, shouting the slogan 'Banish the darkness, pity the weak, fear nothing,' protected humanity from the threat of monsters."

"The world back then was an extremely harsh world, filled with countless sinister and terrifying fiends and beasts. Humans could only huddle in castles, and villages without the protection of walls could only resign themselves to fate."

"And now, compared to before, although the number of monsters is still large, at least it's rare for entire villages to be destroyed by monsters, and people no longer need to dress like soldiers to go out."

"Witchers are the protectors of the people, and the sorcerers don't want to see that."

"So, they bewitched those fatuous kings and incited those ignorant commoners."

"What's worse, with the departure of Alzur and Koschei, the witcher order also began to fall apart and entered a long era of decline."

"When a person gets old, they easily become sentimental. Sorry for rambling on and on like this, child."

"Actually, the main point I want to tell you is, child, the path you have chosen is different from ours. You need to solve many problems:"

Hearing this, Lynn's expression became serious.

"First is apprentices. In the past, witchers could only gain apprentices through the Law of Surprise, but if you want to revive the witchers, you can only return to the way of the Witcher Order, taking in orphans and training them to become apprentices..."

"But this will inevitably provoke dissatisfaction and vigilance from kings and nobles, so you must consider it carefully;"

"Second is the low survival rate of the Trial of the Grasses. You may already know that the Trial of the Grasses recipes of the various schools are different now, but what is the same is the low survival rate..."

"The other schools have a survival rate of three out of ten, and even the Wolf School only has four out of ten. Before improving and perfecting the Trial of the Grasses recipe, child, I advise you not to easily let even the suitable apprentices you have recruited undergo the Trial of the Grasses first..."

Vesemir shook his head, as if recalling some bad memories.

A touch of sadness appeared on his face.

"Believe me, child, watching apprentices who trust you suffer the torment of the Grasses decoction, and finally seeing a vibrant life lost before your eyes, is truly unbearable;"

"Third is a resident sorcerer. If there is a sorcerer releasing a stabilizing spell during the Trial of the Grasses, the survival rate can be increased by another two to three percent..."

"The reason why Kaer Morhen's Trial of the Grasses has a survival rate of four out of ten is also because it was once improved by a resident sorcerer, not to mention that if a sorcerer were stationed in Kaer Morhen for a long time, it could bring other more added value..."

"Fourth is the malice of the Chapter of Sorcerers. I believe I don't need to say much about this, you also know. Perhaps nowadays, most northern sorcerers don't have much liking for witchers, but of course, they don't have much hatred either..."

"But the Chapter of Sorcerers will definitely become a major obstacle to your plan. You need to carefully consider your strategy to deal with them;"

"Of course, apart from the above, there are other equally important issues, including but not limited to: sufficient funds to maintain such a huge and costly undertaking, and a piece of land belonging to the witchers themselves, free from interference from anyone."

"If you have decided, child, this old bone of mine can still contribute some strength. Not only that, the Wolf School has no cowards, and the swords of the others will also gladly fight for you."

The Vesemir of the past had long given up the idea of revitalizing the Wolf School.

What increased with age was not only experience but also the passing of dreams and passion.

He had also become increasingly realistic.

Vesemir had even long accepted the future of the Wolf School's disintegration after he was gone.

The only thing he could do was to try his best to maintain this family.

At least while he was still alive, this family should not fall apart.

But now, on this very day, he saw a faint glimmer of light.

Although it was still very faint, it did indeed represent hope. Perhaps, in his lifetime, he could really see this youngest apprentice he had taught one day truly restore the glory of the witchers and make the witchers great again.

...

When Lynn and Vesemir started carrying steaming bowls of food out of the kitchen, Lambert and Eskel also returned fully loaded.

"Dad, Eskel and I put the fish we caught in the food storage room."

Vesemir gave Lambert a thumbs up.

Then he told the two of them to quickly wash their hands, otherwise they wouldn't be allowed at the table.

Yarpen and Zoltan, as well as the other dwarven companions, all stared at each other, then looked at their own hands.

Without waiting for Vesemir to speak, they very consciously jumped off the long benches and followed behind Lambert and Eskel.

Four hours later.

The long table full of food was swept clean.

The dwarves all burped contentedly.

Yarpen even said admiringly,

"Master Vesemir, your cooking skills... I don't think even Elder Brouver Hoog has tasted such flavors."

Vesemir chuckled and said,

"It's just that doing one thing repeatedly makes you proficient."

Then, he frowned slightly: "Geralt hasn't returned yet?"

Lambert swallowed a large mouthful of beer he had just drunk.

"Eskel and I were also wondering. He's usually not late."

Lynn couldn't help but worry.

"Nothing will happen, right?"

"Him? Impossible, no way!" Lambert retorted without even thinking.

Eskel also said,

"He'll be back, Lynn, don't worry about him unnecessarily. You have no idea what he's been through before. The dangers he's experienced in these decades are more than you can imagine."

"Why don't we talk about how you got to know our dwarven friends? I can see that your relationship is more than just employer-employee."

Eskel's eyesight was unusually sharp.

Although he wasn't as famous as the White Wolf Geralt, nor did he stand out by being quick-tongued like Lambert,

among the Wolf School members, his presence was always weaker compared to others, and he seemed easily overlooked.

But in reality, any witcher who could survive the cruel Trial of the Grasses and not die on a peasant's pitchfork was no simple individual.

In terms of strength, Eskel was actually above Lambert.

(End of this chapter)