NOVEL SIMPLE 127. Mary Is Not Mary
Training Grounds
Under the setting sun, Kral and Erni were dueling with wooden sticks.
Smack~ Smack~
The wooden sticks clashed rapidly. Over time, it became clear that Erni was being quickly overpowered. Until another spinning strike came.
Smack!
The normally steady wooden stick was suddenly knocked away with a burst of force. The outcome was decided. Erni looked at his empty hands in disbelief, staring at Claral. How could someone improve so much in a single fight, from evenly matched at the start to having his stick knocked away just now?
The sun hadn't even set yet.
No way...
Is it possible...
Erni glanced at the five figures on the edge of the training ground, then at Claral, who was also stunned and staring at his empty hands, and an overwhelming sense of envy surged in him.
"When will the Witcher's Eye notice me!"
The people standing on the side of the field were also discussing among themselves.
"Looks like Claral was noticed by the Witcher's Eye this time!" Fred said, leaning on the railing casually.
"That's probably right," Bond nodded.
Hughes first glanced around; only a few people present were members of the Wolf Pack. This training ground was deliberately chosen to be away from the main road. Since the situation where someone's strength had advanced dramatically in a battle, Hughes had deliberately avoided the Chief and moved the training to this location. He knew who was responsible for this phenomenon, and the other apprentices knew too. So they named this phenomenon the Witcher's Eye.
However, for some reason, Allen neither confirmed nor denied it but only vaguely brushed it off.
After thinking for a moment, Hughes seriously instructed the others: "Fred, remind Claral not to brag about this, especially not to apprentices who haven't passed the Grassland Trial."
"Bond, go comfort Erni and tell him that if he keeps training hard, he will eventually be noticed by the Witcher's Eye."
"I'll go warn the other apprentices."
"Got it!" Bont and Fred nodded, rising from the railing and heading to their respective targets.
Hughes thought for a moment longer to ensure nothing was missed before heading to the other apprentices.
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What should the Wolf Pack do after leaving Kaer Morhen?
Allen had been pondering this question over the past few days and had made some progress.
After discussing with the chief, aside from Hughes and the other apprentices who would participate in the apprentice combat tournament, those who were willing to join the pack after passing the High Mountain Trial would stay in Kaer Morhen for a year.
They would gradually take over the defense of Kaer Morhen and be instructed in swordsmanship and signs by Deputy Leader Aristos.
Then, after Allen returned from Blaviken, other arrangements would be made based on the situation. The plan was thorough, but honestly, he still felt it was lacking. Without knowing Aristo's character, Allen needed to place someone trustworthy in the pack.
After all.
One must be cautious even when no harm is intended. Although everyone was in the same boat under the threat of annihilation, what if?
So Allen thought of the sorceress.
Given the sorceress's past attitude, she probably wouldn't...
"Sorry, Allen," the sorceress shook her head.
...Refused, huh?
Allen was momentarily stunned.
The sorceress refused him?
This was the first time the sorceress had ever refused his request.
"After you leave Kaer Morhen, I will also be leaving," the sorceress explained in a cool voice.
Allen remained silent for a moment. Being refused was awkward, but if the sorceress had her own matters, there was nothing he could do. At this point, he had to consider other options. If that didn't work, he would have to trust Aristos. As Allen was about to say some polite words and take his leave, the sorceress suddenly glanced at Mary.
"But... Mary won't be leaving with me. You could invite her to be your pack sorceress."
"Huh?"
Mary, hearing her name, looked up from the foul-smelling drowner hearts, confused.
"What is it, Lady Vera?"
"Do you have any instructions?"
Although Mary hadn't heard why the sorceress mentioned her, she quickly turned and put on a sweet smile.
"Allen is inviting you to be his pack sorceress. Will you accept?" the sorceress directly extended Allen's invitation.
No way!
Mary's mind screamed with a thousand rejections. She glared angrily at the "evil" Witcher Allen. It was this person who took away Lady Vera's affection, made her suffer from the stench of potions, and now left her with nothing but the foul, rotting hearts...
Not to mention becoming a Witcher's subordinate!
How could she...
The sorceress's expression grew cold.
Oh no! She read my mind!
"Alright, Lady Vera," Mary cleared her throat and replied softly. The sorceress's expression softened, and Mary sighed in relief. Allen, seeing the sorceress's spontaneous help, was momentarily surprised and was about to refuse. But thinking it over, he realized Mary was indeed a better choice.
She was on his side, no doubt.
Compared to Vera, being of the same age made communication easier. And she also had experience with killer whale oil, cat's eye, ghoul oil, and drowner heart essence. Thinking about it, Allen's eyes grew brighter.
After pondering for a moment, he smiled and asked: "Mary, how many more essences do you need to prepare today?"
Mary hesitated for a moment, about to speak.
The sorceress suddenly said, "You have enough essence for today. Go discuss the pack matters with Allen!"
Mary stared for a moment, glancing at the full basin of drowner hearts, then leaped out of her seat with her big eyes smiling like a cute new moon.
She glanced at Allen, feeling a surge of goodwill, thinking: "This young Witcher is quite perceptive!"
Then, under the sorceress's gaze, Allen used a series of "Mary, ma'am" and "respected pack chief sorceress" to persuade Mary into agreeing to many unfair terms.
From keeping track of the pack's activities and regularly reporting to him, to teaching pack members how to prepare killer whale, cat's eye, and ghoul oil. Finally, he handed her a training plan, asking Mary to keep track of it and supervise the pack members' training after he left Kaer Morhen.
After listening for a while, the sorceress snapped her fingers and produced a piece of gilded parchment.
"You've said so much that Mary might not remember everything."
The sorceress handed the parchment and a pretty feather pen to Mary, kindly saying: "Just write it all down here!"
Allen didn't think much of it and wrote down everything he had just discussed, then handed it to Mary. He also instinctively followed the practice from his previous life and had Mary sign it to acknowledge receipt. Mary, hearing this, automatically took the pen and wrote a long string of text at the bottom of the parchment.
Huh?
Mary's name isn't Mary?
Allen curiously looked over and saw at the bottom of the parchment, in elegant script:
Margarita Laux-Antille.
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