The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 139 The Secret of the Ring

"Bang!"

The blue-robed wizard's body went limp and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Ms. Frey, sitting on the edge of the bed, turned her head with an incredulous look on her face.

Her gaze fell upon the man standing before her, dressed in a dark blue wizard's robe, the hydra mask on his face shimmering with green magical ripples.

The wizard looked at him, raised his hand, and silently removed the ebony mask from his face. The illusions covering him dissipated like a tide, revealing his tall figure and the two swords on his back.

The yellow cat's eyes, slightly enlarged in the dim firelight, seemed to smile.

"Ms. Frey, it's been almost half a year since we last met. It's so nice to see you."

Frey hesitated for a moment, her heart filled with turmoil.

"Ah—Baron Alwin—it's you!?"

As a sorceress, she was controlled by the Demon-Blocking Gold and imprisoned here, trapped in a demonic abyss.

At this moment, seeing a witcher filled her with joy.

But then she thought about it again, and her tone became very agitated.

"You, you shouldn't be here," Frey whispered, her voice trembling with panic. "This place is extremely dangerous. You must leave now and tell the Earl of the Lower Territory."

"I have a good relationship with his wife, so he will choose to believe me, and then have the Marquis send troops to petition His Majesty, bringing with him the Demon-Suppressing Gold to wipe out this demonic den."

Alwin raised his hands. "Don't get excited. It was Earl Rupert who sent me to find you. His soldiers are in the forest outside the village."

Hearing this, Ms. Frey calmed down considerably.

"That's great, now I can rest easy."

She raised her hands, revealing the bluish-gray shackles embedded in her wrists.

"These are shackles made of magic-blocking gold. Once a sorceress wears them, all her magic will be completely blocked."

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"Arwen, I can't even cast a fireball right now, and I'm so weak I can't even walk."

"There are layers of guards outside. You should go quickly and don't worry about me."

Alwin stepped forward and fastened his hands to the shackles.

This was his first direct contact with this mysterious Demon-Repelling Gold.

The moment it was touched, the magic stored in the body's organs instantly stopped flowing, turning into a stagnant pool.

A strong sense of weakness surged from his hands, and for a moment he even felt like collapsing to the ground.

But he wasn't a wizard; he was a witcher.

He uttered a sentence softly.

"My main goal in coming here is to get you out of here."

[Giant Bloodline] caused his blood and qi to boil, and he gripped the shackles with both hands, his fingertips exerting force, causing the Demon-Blocking Golden Shackles to begin to twist.

"Click click click!"

The piercing sound continued to ring out, and Frey's pupils dilated sharply, her expression becoming extremely interesting.

Not only does the magic-blocking metal have a magic-blocking effect, it is also an extremely hard metal, with a hardness comparable to steel.

So when she saw Alwin forcefully pry open the shackles, she gasped for breath.

"Snap!"

Two more sounds rang out, and the demon-blocking golden shackles on their feet were also removed, the metal chains falling to the ground with a crisp thud.

Frey pursed her lips, and her listless eyes suddenly lit up as she sensed the magic in the world.

"It will take me a while to recover."

Alwin nodded and took a few steps back.

Frey moved her wrists, forming a hand seal, and immediately began chanting a spell.

Green light spots covered her entire body, like fireflies in summer, constantly burrowing into her body.

Alwin could sense that the blood in her body was flowing rapidly, and her pale face was visibly regaining its color.

Seeing this, Alwin silently breathed a sigh of relief.

His gaze shifted to the blue-robed wizard who had collapsed on the ground.

He bent down and picked up the demon-blocking golden shackles that had fallen to the ground.

The shackles were fastened to the blue-robed wizard's hands, and with a sudden burst of force, the deformed shackles were forced to adhere to the wizard's wrists.

He then picked up a piece of magic-resistant gold and placed it on the hydra mask on the man's head before finally removing the mask completely.

The man had a brown beard, high cheekbones, and a pale face; he was very handsome.

When Frey saw the man's face, her tone held a hint of surprise as she spoke in a low voice.

"He's from Ben Ade Magic Academy, Wizard George."

Arwin lowered his gaze slightly. "Although I have never met him, I know that he is Atamon's assistant."

Frey stood up, suddenly realizing why the other party wanted to find out about the black-haired witcher.

Alwin raised his hand, his five fingers suddenly swung, and slapped George across the face, leaving a bright red handprint.

"Ugh!"

George let out a painful groan and awoke from his unconsciousness.

He subconsciously tried to summon his magic, but to no avail. He also felt extremely weak and nauseous, making him feel unwell all over.

He opened his eyes in terror, and his gaze met that of a tall figure with yellow cat eyes looking down at him indifferently.

He raised his hands and saw the twisted shackles on his wrists.

"Block—Block Demon Gold—what did you do to me? What are you trying to do!?"

Alwin's voice was mocking.

"We were just talking about this, have you forgotten already?"

"Nice to meet you. Let me introduce myself again. I am the Witcher you are looking for, Alwin."

"It's you!?" George's eyes widened, filled with rage.

"It's you, you witcher! You freak!? I've been kicked out of Ben Ade Magic Academy!"

I wish I could kill you!

He screamed hysterically.

Alwin swiftly reached out his right hand, grabbed his collar, and pinched him like a chick.

The cat looked at him with its eyes open, and the latter seemed to have sensed something.

Arwen will use the Axii sign, along with the magic-blocking gold, to forcefully hypnotize the opponent.

George decisively closed his eyes, preventing Alwin from succeeding.

With a frown, Freymy, standing to the side, shot out two solid needles of spiritual energy from her eyes, which pierced straight into George's brow.

It felt like the back of my head had been hit by a heavy hammer, and my mind was in complete chaos.

"what!"

George let out a scream, his face contorted, and he opened his eyes, the whites of his eyes filled with bloodshot veins, looking incredibly ferocious.

Frey sneered, "This is what you wanted to do. I'm giving it back to you now."

Alwin was slightly surprised, not expecting the gentle healer to have such a decisive and ruthless side.

George kept gagging, drool was dripping from his mouth, and his eyes were unfocused, empty and vacant, like an idiot.

It was a brutal, direct, and extremely painful form of psychological manipulation.

"Alright, time is of the essence, we can begin interrogating him."

Frey stretched her wrists and ankles again and tightened her clothes.

"Um."

Alwin asked directly, "Tell me, why did you come to me?"

He didn't believe it. As a wizard, he thought that if she wanted to find him just because of hatred in her heart, there must be some secret that he didn't know.

George let out heavy breathing, his voice broken and intermittent.

"You—you killed my teacher—caused me to be expelled from school—the school took back my teacher's staff—but—but that ring—that elven ring—the Blood of the Upper—"

Upon hearing the term "Ancient Blood," Arwen's cat-like pupils suddenly contracted.

Alwin's cat-like pupils suddenly contracted.

Ancient blood is a legend among the elves, something wizards dream of.

As Atamon's assistant, and having frequent contact with him, it's indeed possible that she knew some of Atamon's secrets.

The closest person to the present day to fully embody the ancient bloodline is the elven sorceress who fell in love with a human, Laura Dorren Ap Sidhar.

She possesses a powerful and extraordinary magical source, which, combined with the ancient blood within her, can be used to forge bridges connecting various other worlds.

Her bloodline had become very weak by now, and it wasn't until Ciri that this powerful bloodline was able to shine again.

The Wild Hunt pursues Ciri in order to obtain the Ancient Blood.

Only by possessing this bloodline can they escape the world that is about to be frozen.

Arwen had long coveted this powerful bloodline.

It's not impossible to obtain it now.

The lioness of Sintra, who is also Ciri's grandmother, Calanthe.

The ancient bloodline's latent lineage and the key to activation have already fused within her body, though they haven't manifested yet.

Her daughter, Ciri's mother, has already demonstrated her terrifying magic.

And now, it is truly shocking that Atamon's ring contains the secret of the ancient blood.

He used to find it strange that the storage space of spatial jade was limited.

Even after stuffing so many things into Atamon's ring, including a complete dragon lizard golem, it still hadn't reached its limit.

If it's related to ancient blood, then it makes sense.

That's enough.

Frey suddenly spoke, interrupting George.

The matter of the Ancient Blood was of utmost importance, but Frey's face remained expressionless as she spoke solemnly.

"Alvin, this is your secret, it's too dangerous, I don't want to know too much. Let's put it aside for now, I have important things to ask you."

Heart Alwin nodded, a look of gratitude flashing in his eyes.

Frey's gentleness and tolerance are indeed rare among sorceresses.

The reason might be because of her other identity: a healer.

Therefore, she never altered her body to make herself beautiful and charming.

His gaze fell on George again. "Tell me the details of Hydra Canyon, and who is behind it all."

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George hung his head. "They all wore Hydra masks—I couldn't see their faces—but they were all wizards—"

"As for the person behind the scenes—all I know is that the villagers here call him the village chief—while the envoy calls him the bishop—"

"The bishop once said—only by experiencing blood and fire—washing away all sins—overthrowing the kings of all nations—these kings—are the greatest vampires—only by eliminating them—can we have a future—"

Alwin was stunned. This statement was indeed very bold and a sign of historical progress.

"They're insane, a bunch of lunatics!" Frey's voice was shrill. As a healer who was treated as an honored guest by the Cordwin royal family and a beneficiary of the system, she was certainly disgusted by the overthrow of the monarch.

"You've gathered wizards? Just to overthrow the monarch?"

Frey asked the crucial question.

George continued, "No—the bishop once said—only by gathering the spiritual power of nine wizards—can a descent ritual be completed—"

"The great Hydra will descend upon this world and guide us toward the future—"

"The Lord will become God's agent—the world will become a better place—like a village—all races—will live in harmony—and everyone will live a prosperous life."

As he spoke, a fanaticism welled up on his face; under the pressure of spiritual domination, this worship had seeped into his very bones.

Alwin frowned; it sounded exactly like the rhetoric of a pyramid scheme leader.

Those who believe in cults are often desperate people who have no other choice but to try and profit from this pie.

"Where is this bishop? What abilities does he possess?"

George said, "The bishop—the bishop is deep in the canyon—at the foot of Mount Castor—."

"His abilities—I don't know—I only know his magic is very powerful—terrifying—"

"And—he also has a Qiqimo woman—kept in captivity beneath this castle—that's the bishop's creation—a monster born during the celestial conjunction—"

Queen Qiqimo!?

"One last question, Ida Emin, the elven sorceress, do you know where she is?"

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George shook his head. "I've only been here a short time—I didn't know elven sorceresses existed—"

Alwin looked at Frey, who shook her head, indicating that there were no more questions to ask.

With five fingers gripping George's neck, George choked, his unfocused eyes began to refocus, and a sliver of his will returned.

He uttered hoarse words of pleading.

"I—I've told you everything—let me go—I can be your slave—don't kill me—don't kill me—"

"Click—"

He squeezed his throat with his five fingers, and blood flowed out between his fingers.

George's eyes bulged, his face turned purplish-red, and he slowly lost his life.

As his hand loosened, he fell heavily to the ground, his eyes fixed on the black-haired witcher with venomous hatred.

A mental scan of his corpse revealed nothing except for the robe and the Hydra mask.

"What should we do now? Go deeper into the canyon?" Frey asked.

Alwin shook his head. "No, they outnumber us and we need to reduce their strength."

As he spoke, he put on the Hydra mask, and with a sway, green water ripples covered his entire body, transforming him into a wizard in a green robe.

"Let's go to Queen Chichimo, whom he mentioned, first."

Frey pondered for a moment. Queen Chichimo was indeed a terrifying creature. If left unattended, it would be troublesome if it ambushed them after they ventured deeper into the canyon.

Solving it first is also a good option.

Alwin pushed George's body under the bed and swaggered out of the dungeon with Frey.

As the shadows were lifted by the daylight, the two figures quickly attracted the attention of the patrolling guards.

Especially after seeing that Frey no longer had the magic-blocking gold, the lead guard quickly stepped forward, making Frey's heart skip a beat.

"Your Excellency, this person—"

Alwin raised his hand, interrupting the other person directly.

"Alright, her magic works on me. I have completely controlled her. I'm going to take her to Queen Chichimo."

"This matter concerns the bishop's affairs; you should understand."

The guard captain's expression instantly turned serious, and he saluted.

"Yes, Your Excellency has worked hard."

Arwen patted him on the shoulder. "This is nothing. You all come with me to Queen Chichimo. I need your help."

These pleading words immediately invigorated the guard captain, whose tone was filled with excitement.

"It is my honor to serve you."