"I was very grateful to him, so... I didn't refuse."
"I shared some of our Wolf School techniques with him, including the Yrden Sign, Axii Sign, Quen Sign, and our Wolf School swordplay."
"Perhaps he truly is a special Witcher created by Alzur."
"In less than a month, his mastery of swordplay and Signs has even surpassed mine."
"You should know, this can no longer be described merely as genius."
"It takes at least ten years to teach ordinary apprentices these things, and he only took less than a month."
Berengar did feel somewhat ashamed. Although he didn't identify with his Witcher status and wanted to return to a normal life, he still had some affection for his mentor, Vesemir.
And the old Witcher was also a person who was tough on the outside but soft on the inside.
People become nostalgic as they age.
Looking at the now disabled Berengar in front of him, Vesemir couldn't bring himself to say anything too harsh, nor could he kill his apprentice for this reason.
He could only sigh and look at the little boy practicing sword in the yard outside.
It had to be said, Alvin was indeed a child with a strong will.
It was still early, the sun had just risen.
Many workers hadn't gone out to work yet, but Alvin was already soaked in sweat from practicing sword, yet he was still persisting.
Not only that, Alvin also had high talent in swordplay. In the game, he only practiced sword for a little over ten years and was already on par with the White Wolf Geralt, a Northern swordmaster.
If the White Wolf weren't a Witcher, with physical qualities far superior to ordinary people, and naturally possessing a protagonist's aura, the adult Alvin might not necessarily have been defeated.
Vesemir simply stared at Alvin for a while, and an expression of admiration unconsciously appeared on his face.
As a Grandmaster who had taught over a hundred apprentices, he could see Alvin's swordplay talent and strong character at a glance.
Seeing such a promising talent, how could a teacher not admire him?
"Is that your apprentice, Berengar?"
"He seems like a good child, and the age is just right. It's a pity our mutation cultivation equipment was stolen by the Salamandra gang."
"Otherwise, his age would be perfect for the Trial of the Grasses, and he should be able to become an excellent Witcher."
Unfortunately, Vesemir spoke with great enthusiasm, looking very appreciative of Alvin, but Berengar could only awkwardly say, "No, Vesemir, you've misunderstood."
"His name is Alvin, and he's actually Guilliman's apprentice. He's not planning to become a Witcher either."
Berengar had always been a self-aware person.
Just like when he and Guilliman robbed the Salamandra gang's warehouse, he was severely injured, but he didn't demand a share of the spoils and wouldn't resent Guilliman for it afterward.
Because he knew very well that if the other party hadn't saved him, that might have been his death. If the other party didn't have the storage space ability to instantly take items, they wouldn't have been able to take those spoils from the warehouse.
People shouldn't demand things that don't belong to them, otherwise, it will only bring misfortune.
Just like Alvin in front of him, even Berengar, who didn't identify with his Witcher status, had to admit during their brief time together that he was a very good apprentice.
Diligent, strong, brave, and highly perceptive.
If he had met such an apprentice back then, perhaps... well, he couldn't even support himself back then. His life was miserable, and he simply didn't have the energy or financial resources to cultivate such an apprentice.
Hearing Berengar's answer, Vesemir fell silent again. He glanced at his apprentice Leo, who seemed completely uninterested in their conversation, and immediately felt that the apprentice he had trained was a bit of a failure.
Not only because Leo's acceptance of the mutation experiment was not complete enough, with a very low degree of physical mutation, making him prone to dying in the Trial of the Grasses, but more importantly, Leo was too young, impulsive, and acted without thinking. Such reckless Witchers often died accidentally, most not surviving their first year of independent contract work.
After all, in battles with monsters, even a small misjudgment can be fatal.
Seeing the atmosphere become somewhat silent, Berengar could only look for other topics.
Suddenly, he remembered something and said to Vesemir with an expression of both emotion and excitement:
"Oh, Vesemir."
"Do you know, Guilliman is about to complete King Foltest's commission."
"When that happens, he will receive a huge island in the middle of the lake, the Black Gull Archipelago on Lake Vizima."
"Guilliman once said that he would establish a Witcher Academy on Black Gull Island, recruiting hundreds of Witcher apprentices."
"Oh, and he also said that this Witcher Academy welcomes Witchers of any school to join, and apprentices will no longer be divided by different schools."
"He will organize sorcerers to improve our Witcher mutation formulas, improve our Witcher elixirs, and establish a large Witcher organization."
"By then, the Witcher profession will become secularized, no longer living in the cracks as it does now."
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