The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 75 Past Events

"That's right."

Nannick responded to his words.

Alwin went inside and gently closed the door.

Upon seeing this, Nannick couldn't help but laugh.

"You're quite the cautious little fellow. I remember you weren't like this before; you used to be quite mischievous. Did the Grass Trial cause such a drastic change in your personality?"

Arwen composed himself and said seriously, "I think so. Could you tell me about this Holt the Witcher?"

"If he were truly a Witcher of the Wolf School, Master Vesemir never mentioned him when I was in Kaer Morhen."

"This is highly illogical given his personality."

Nannick took Alvin's hand and, just like when he used to teach, made him sit on a stool.

She sat down on the edge of the bed and said, "This is a long story, and we also have our responsibilities."

"Did Vesemir ever tell you about the massacre at Kaer Mohan?"

"It has been mentioned," Alwin nodded, "but not much, though he did mention 'The Freak, or the Witcher's Description'."

Nannick looked out the window. "I heard about this from High Priest Asumta."

"Over the years, she has been filled with remorse for what she did, and she often teaches us that sometimes we need to learn to forgive and to understand."

"You too, Alwin."

Alwin remained silent.

"In 1192, the book 'Freaks' swept through Cordwin, and by 1194, it had become a household name."

Arwen couldn't help but ask, "To be honest, I've heard about this booklet countless times in the month or so since I came down the mountain. Where did this booklet come from?"

Nannick looked into Alvin's cat-like eyes. "How did I get here? I don't know either."

"But it's also very simple to find out."

"Anger has clouded your judgment. Take a deep breath, calm down, and think carefully. In the entire territory of Cordwin, who has the ability to print out so many sheets of paper at once?"

Arwin's cat-like eyes narrowed, and he clenched his fists. This ability to reproduce paper on a large scale was something even royalty couldn't possess. There was only one answer: magic.

"Ban Ade Magic Academy"

"Intelligent, but who exactly is it, remains unknown."

"Do you still remember the seven heroes whose names were carved on your city walls?"

"I know they died protecting Kaer Morhen."

"Yes, they are heroes, and the apprentices that day were heroes too."

"But let me tell you, that night, there weren't seven, but eight witchers guarding the fortress!"

"Holt is here too?"

"Yes, he was the first to break through the mob, but he was also seriously injured. He was not excited because he saw those aggressive wizards."

"He knew the situation was hopeless, so he chose to... desert and abandon Kael Mohen."

Alwin's breathing quickened slightly.

Nannick squinted. "You're not very agitated."

Alwin said seriously, "The mutation has suppressed our emotions, but it has only raised the threshold. We will still feel fear."

"Deserting is shameful, but enduring and surviving is also a difficult choice."

Nannick's eyes lit up. "You're absolutely right. When High Priest Asumta received the news, he immediately led his men to the Blue Mountains."

"She met Holt, who was dying, in the jungle, and learned from him that he had been a deserter."

"But instead of forgiving, she told Vesemir about it when he returned."

"From that time on, Holt was expelled from Kael'Morhen, and he also abandoned his name as a Witcher, Rendert."

"Over the years, he has been filled with guilt and has been relentlessly pursuing the culprit who caused this tragedy, like a ghost that has never stopped."

Alwin looked up. "Where is he now?"

"Ben Flynn, he has a manor there called Rocamora."

"Rocamora..." Alwin murmured.

Nannick said, "It's a homonym of an ancient word, Roac a moreah, which means 'revenge'."

Alwin took a deep breath, his heart still unsettled after learning about what happened back then.

What exactly happened back then that made the Witcher's situation so difficult?

He wanted to know the answer, and Holt was definitely the key figure.

A brief silence fell over the room, so quiet that Nannick's breathing could be heard.

After a long while, Nannick stood up.

"I've told you everything I know. Now, get some rest and let your leg injury heal."

"Ben Flynn is about five days' journey from here. I've taught you before that sometimes, the more you rush to see the truth, the more counterproductive it becomes."

"Just like when you hunt monsters, you need to be well prepared and patient."

"As far as I know, Sheriff Cordwin is keeping an eye on this Witcher."

Alwin stood up. "I understand."

Nannick smiled gently, "That's good. You can put your clothes in the laundry basket by the door. Mia will come over to change your dressing later."

Arwin bowed and said, "By the goddess Meritelli."

"By the goddess Meritelli."

After Nannick left, Alwin relaxed his shoulders and removed the twin swords and cloak from his back.

Mia knocked on the door shortly afterward, first taking Alwin to wash up quickly, and then re-treating the wound on his thigh.

When Mia unwrapped the bandages covered in blood, she was surprised to find that the wound had already scabbed over.

She attributed it all to the Witcher's own healing abilities.

Moreover, every time her fingers touched Alwin's skin, it gave her a tingling, numb sensation, like being electrocuted.

As it approached afternoon, Arwen changed into clean clothes and first participated in the temple's group activities, praying before the statue of the goddess Meriteli. The whole process was solemn and peaceful.

Next, it was time for the temple's dinner.

There are scrambled eggs, stewed eggplant, and noodle soup.

Eggplant is a seasonal vegetable, and it is already very delicious simply by steaming it and sprinkling it with salt.

Before returning to his room, Alvin asked Nannick for a piece of stationery, a quill pen, and ink.

If you need to rest for a short time and can't go to Ben Flynn, you can simply write a letter and ask Holt or Geralt to come over.

After finishing the letter, Alwin knelt on the bed, his eyes downcast, the wolf head badge against his chest trembling.

"It's a point where magic converges..."

"Yes, besides cats and dragons, Vesemir later added that the locations chosen by elves are very special, usually places brimming with magic."

"Like Kael'thas, deep within his basement lies an elemental ring, which he doesn't usually use, keeping it as a trump card."

Arwen closed his eyes and entered meditation. Outside the window, the bright moon hung high, the willows swayed, and a raven perched on a branch, stamping its foot.