NOVEL SIMPLE 124. Are the Inhumans Elves?
"Discovered? How could that be?"
Faruk suddenly stood up from his seat, forgetting the etiquette in front of the middle-aged man, his voice sharp with surprise. His mind frantically searched for any possible overlooked information.
At that time, the only person with him was Robin. Could it be him?
No, when placing the markers, I deliberately avoided Robin...
With his level, he couldn't possibly detect my setup.
Or perhaps it was the head of the Wolf School?
But when he agreed, he seemed indifferent—could he have sent a Witcher master to secretly follow me afterward?
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The middle-aged man saw Faruk's face turn red with anxiety and shook his head, soothing him, "It's not your fault."
"It was Vera."
"The reason you didn't see Vera at Kaer Morhen is because she was busy with something else."
Hearing that the markers' exposure had nothing to do with him, Faruk sighed in relief and sat back down. He asked curiously, "What was Vera doing?"
The middle-aged man took a sip of the tea from the porcelain cup and continued, "Vera was helping those Witchers investigate the cat and wolf competition and the true reason behind Henselt's invitation to hunt elves."
"She even probed into my affairs."
Faruk's expression became a bit strange.
"So what did you tell her?"
The middle-aged man, expressionless, said, "The truth."
Seeing that the middle-aged man didn't want to elaborate, Faruk, though curious, sensibly changed the topic.
"Since it's possible that the Wolf School Witchers know that the cat and wolf apprentice tournament is a trap, will they still come to Ban Ard?"
"Do we need to adjust our plans?"
The middle-aged man shook his head and confidently said, "As long as they still wish to live on the lands of Kaedwen, they will have no choice but to come."
Faruk thought for a moment and then understood, suddenly pausing. Vera and the Wolf School do indeed have close ties—his report to the king was inaccurate.
Faruk mumbled as he stood up to take his leave from the middle-aged man.
"Headmaster, I should return to Ard Carraigh immediately to inform the king of this matter."
"No need," the middle-aged man put down his teacup and gently shook his head.
"But isn't the king..." Faruk hesitated for a moment, puzzled, and stopped in his tracks.
"Remember, you are a sorcerer, not the king's subject."
"For us, it doesn't matter who wins between the nobles and the Witchers, as long as they fight."
The middle-aged man said indifferently.
"But if the king isn't prepared and the troops aren't ready, won't the plan go awry?" Faruk asked, a bit hesitantly.
"Telling him about Vera's involvement is what would cause the plan to go awry."
The middle-aged man shook his head and advised his former pupil, "Henselt is just a mortal."
"A mortal's wisdom is easily swayed by chaotic emotions. Once he knows about Vera's connection to the Wolf School, Henselt will become fearful."
"Fear leads to hesitation, and hesitation leads to failure."
"Therefore, he doesn't need to know too much; we just need to guide him to do the right thing at the right time."
He paused and continued, "As for Vera..."
"I will deal with her when the time comes."
Faruk's spirit lifted upon hearing this. Vera is powerful and ruthless. But compared to Hen Gedymdeith, the gap is even greater than the one between Faruk and a novice sorcerer.
Mentioning Vera suddenly reminded Faruk of something amusing, so he smiled and said to the middle-aged man, "Speaking of Vera, when she was at Kaer Morhen, she was teaching a Witcher apprentice alchemy."
"Hmm? A Witcher apprentice?" The middle-aged man's curiosity was piqued.
The fiery Vera had such patience?
With the Witchers' limited magical capacity, what use would alchemy be?
Seeing the headmaster's interest, Faruk continued, "According to Robin, that Witcher apprentice is quite skilled. He had just passed the trials and was already able to decapitate a drowner with a regular steel sword."
"It seems to be a unique Witcher trait called... Witcher's Eye or something like that."
"Witcher's Eye? Steel sword decapitated a drowner?" The middle-aged man was taken aback, repeating the words in confusion.
"Hmm? Even the headmaster doesn't know about this?" Faruk was equally surprised.
Witchers were created to protect humanity.So this research isn't exactly secret. Although Hen Gedymdeith hadn't been deeply involved, the father of the Witchers, Cosimo Malaspina, and his apprentice, Alzur, frequently corresponded with the original human sorcerers, exchanging research updates and experiences. So many secrets sought after by sorcerers weren't mysteries to Hen Gedymdeith.
"Maybe Robin was exaggerating, or perhaps something changed in the Witchers after Alzur..." Faruk speculated, uncertain.
The middle-aged man, deep in thought, looked up and smiled without saying much.
"Maybe, but let's not dwell on that."
"It's been a while; if you have any magical questions, we can discuss them."
Afterward, once Faruk's magical questions were answered, he prepared to take his leave.
"Wait, Faruk, take this with you."
Just as Faruk reached the door, he heard the voice and turned around. A thick sheepskin book flew into his arms.
"The Spatial Location Method of Portals"
He froze, realizing this book was precisely what he needed most. Instinctively, he looked up.
"You've had a long journey." The middle-aged man smiled warmly.
Touched, Faruk bowed in gratitude before leaving at the middle-aged man's gesture.
"Bang~"
The wooden door closed gently. The middle-aged man reopened the thin sheepskin book in his hand.
"Aen Ithlinnespeath"—This is the prophecy of the elven prophetess, Ithlinne.
The open page was written in the Elvish language: "Know this, the time of sword and axe is near, for it is the age of the White Wolf and the harsh winds of winter.
The world will perish in frost and be reborn under a new sun.
Ess'tuath esse! This is inevitable! Watch for the signs!
To know the signs...
First, Filius Miraculi—the Miracle Child—will be born in the land of bitter cold.
Death and rebirth, inhuman beings will bring blood and fire.
Then, When Aen Seidhe—Elven Blood—floods the earth, all of you shall wail, for the destroyer of nations shall arrive.
Your lands will be trampled and divided.
Your cities will burn, and your people will flee.
Bats, owls, and ravens will haunt your homes, and serpents and worms will make them their nests..."
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A long time passed.
"Whoosh~"
The thin book was closed. Thinking of the elf hiding in Ban Ard, playing hide and seek with the male sorcerers, Hen Gedymdeith sighed.
"Ithlinne, Ithlinne..."
"Is your prophecy true or false?"
"Did you foresee the extinction of the elves, or will they perish because of your prophecy?"
He was silent for a long time, then murmured: "Are the inhumans truly elves?"
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