blueteamnovel Chapter 29 Farewell
Chapter 29 Farewell
"Huff... huff..."
Arwin was drenched in sweat, having been chased by Geralt and circled Kael'thas eight times. He felt like his lungs were about to explode.
His legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground. Turning around, he saw Geralt walking up with a sinister look on his face.
"I can't take it anymore... Geralt... I give up..."
Alwin tossed his training sword aside, waved his hand, and announced his surrender.
Geralt's forehead veins bulged; this guy didn't look like a Witcher apprentice at all, but rather like the street ruffian Vesemir had described.
But then he saw the other person sitting on the ground, panting heavily like a dying wild dog, and his anger subsided considerably.
No, you won.
?
A look of doubt flashed in Alwin's eyes, and the strong smell of rust filled his nostrils.
[Wolf School Witcher Swordsmanship Experience +3!]
[Quen Sign Experience +3!]
Geralt sheathed his training sword and extended his hand to him.
"Stand up and walk around. The rules should say that you can't sit down right after training."
Alwin took the other's hand and struggled to his feet.
Aiken and the others rushed over in a hurry, their faces full of concern.
"What's the situation now? Who won?"
"Of course it's Geralt. Arwin is really pathetic; he can't even stand up straight."
"Sigh... If I could fight Geralt like that, I'd be laughing in my sleep."
Geralt coughed lightly. "No, according to the rules set before the duel, I cannot use a sign."
"But I just used the Aard sign to break his Quen sign, so I have already broken the agreement."
"So," Geralt patted Arwen on the shoulder, "you won, Arwen."
"Huh? Arwen won?"
"Can't use signs? Did Geralt say that before?"
Aiken rolled his eyes at Horton beside him. "He said it. Geralt said it himself."
The apprentices fell into a brief silence, their eyes gleaming, their heavy breathing the only sound.
"Oh, it was our apprentice who won!"
"By the goddess above, Geralt has lost, hahaha!"
The apprentices shouted excitedly as they lifted Arwen into the air.
Alwin gradually realized what was happening after hearing the cheers.
"I won?!"
"Ha ha……"
He was about to burst into laughter when he caught a glimpse of Geralt's rapidly darkening face out of the corner of his eye.
He coughed a few times to suppress his laughter.
He knew that his donkey-style swordsmanship violated the spirit of dueling, but winning was better than losing.
Under Paul's flattery, Arwen became somewhat elated and was quickly led towards Kaer Mohen Castle.
"We must tell Master Vesemir this good news: Arwen has won!"
Geralt watched the group's retreating figures, a smirk playing on his lips, and silently followed them back.
In the kitchen, Vesemir had already prepared lunch.
Nothing different from usual: bacon and eggs, two matsutake chickens, and white bread.
The only difference was that Vesemir allowed his apprentices to have a glass of chilled wheat beer.
At the long table, the apprentices were excitedly discussing the duel that had just taken place, while Vesemir feigned shock and gave Geralt a subtle warning.
After a hearty meal, Vesemir, along with Arwin and the others, escorted Geralt to the Ladder Gate of Kaer Morhen.
Geralt, carrying his sword, led a grey mare out of the stable and mounted her in the stirrups.
He raised his hand to tighten the hair tie that bound his white hair, and then straightened his black leather jacket.
The silver sword, silver chain, witcher's potion, luggage, and gold crowns were all placed in the pack beside the horse by Vesemir.
Vesemir stroked the mare's mane. "Be careful on the road, child."
Geralt nodded silently.
He didn't look back, tightened the reins with his right hand, and uttered a low growl.
The sound of hooves kicked up a cloud of dust as the horse galloped across the suspension bridge and disappeared from sight.
As Alwin watched, besides feeling a little reluctant, he was filled with excitement.
After a long while, Aiken suddenly spoke.
"I'm going to practice my sword."
After saying that, he turned and walked towards the training ground.
Both the duel just now and Geralt's departure were quite a blow to him.
"I'm going too!"
Paul, who is usually lazy, took the initiative this time.
"Let's go, Alwin."
Alwin hummed in agreement, when suddenly Vesemir's voice came from behind him.
"Alwin, Lady Veris wants to speak with you."
Arwin paused. "Yes, Master Vesemir."
……
We made our way to the second floor of the castle.
To his surprise, he found that the door to Veris's room was open.
He strode over and his cat-like eyes narrowed.
Most of the familiar furnishings in the room had disappeared, even the heavy shelves were gone, leaving only an empty red carpet.
Veris focused on tidying up the documents on the table.
Alwin knocked on the door first, his voice tinged with apprehension, "Ms. Veris, are you leaving?"
Veris didn't look up, and his voice was hurried.
"Obviously, I've been here for a very long time, and there's been a lot of work piling up over there. It's time to go back."
She tidied up the documents in her hand and quickly put them into the metal box next to her.
Alwin raised his hand to help, but was stopped by Veris.
She spoke gently, "Alvin, as an educator, I have been very pleased to have taught such a bright child as you for the past few months."
"You have lived up to my expectations and learned a lot, but you still need time to digest it completely."
"I called you here today to say goodbye."
"Isn't this a bit too rushed...?"
It's impossible for Alwin not to feel saddened by the departure of two mentors and friends in one day.
Veris finished tidying up the last few documents, raised his hand to lock the metal box with magic, and picked it up with one hand.
"call……"
A strong, silvery-white beam of light shot out from behind her, gradually expanding from a small point of light to the size of an entire wall, causing ripples in the space and a strong wind to blow up the hem of her pure white dress.
Veris pondered for a moment, then suddenly laughed:
"As we part, I should give you something in the hope that it will be of help to you in the future."
Suddenly, two beams of light flew out of Veris's pouch and landed in Alwin's hands.
One of them is a medicinal herb, radiating a silvery glow and powerful vitality.
Under [Alchemy Perception], Alwen detected those gentle waves of magical energy.
"You recognize this? It's moonflower. It can be used as a material for alchemy and can also assist your daily meditation training."
"But most importantly, it contains magic power. When you encounter a powerful enemy and your magic power is depleted, it might just save your life."
"As for the other business card, you'll understand when you see it."
Alwin flipped the card in his hand over.
The card was only half the size of a palm, with an island in the center, upon which stood a magnificent elven palace with carved beams and painted pillars.
At the top of the card is a line of gilded characters in an ancient language.
Aretusa College.
The most powerful magical girls' academy on the continent.
What shocked him most was the signature in the lower right corner.
He suddenly looked up.
The other party had already stepped into the portal.
"You are...?"
She suddenly stopped, her right hand carrying a heavy suitcase, her body slightly tilted, and her left hand making a shushing gesture.
"Shh..."
"My little Witcher assistant, it's a pleasure to meet you, and I look forward to visiting Thanatos someday."
"But before that, don't die in the trial."
After saying that, she smiled at Alwin and turned to enter the portal.
The blinding beam of light vanished instantly, along with the sorceress dressed as Sister Meritelli.
Arwen's heart was filled with mixed emotions as he smelled the faint chamomile scent lingering in the air.
The gray cat's eye returned to the business card.
Principal: Tissaya de Veres
The female sorceress closest to the legendary.
Alwin clenched his fist, carefully tucked the business card into his body, and respectfully bowed to the spot where Veris had disappeared.