From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

He needs a way to completely detoxify.

Lann scanned the documents flying all over the sky and the bottles and jars on the ground in the laboratory, and experimented with such a dangerous creature. How could there be no corresponding antidote in the laboratory?

Even if there is no antidote, then there must be other antidote methods.

It's just that the piles of experimental notes that are enough to reach the ceiling and the bottles and cans that are enough to fill several walls are not a problem that can be solved in a few hours. Lane needs more time.

The last skill point, plus points - general skills, [Gourmet]!

[Gourmet]: The HP that can be restored by eating food increases.

In this way, as long as you have enough food, you should be able to get enough time.

Lann scanned everything in the laboratory, and then he saw Black Wind.

The poor horse fell to the ground, with broken bones and bleeding, and could no longer stand up on the ground.

This kind of injury is useless for Ma, and it's hard to say whether he can survive.

Seeing the owner staggering over, Heifeng rolled his eyes happily, wanted to neigh but didn't have the strength, so he could only snort a few times.

It saved Lan today, more than once.

Lan looked sadly at the swift horse in front of him on the battlefield, and softly said while stroking its mane:

"Sorry, Black Wind.

But hold on a little longer, there must be something in Thomas Moreau's notes that will save us. After I detoxify you, I will come to you to find a solution. Those deadly mutagens will definitely solve it.

If I can't find a way, I'll go to Mossak, he will surely keep you alive. Even if you can no longer run in the future, I will always support you. The life of a stallion is pretty good, right?

Hold on a little longer, Black Wind, hold on a little longer. "

After finishing speaking, he looked up at the training cabin of Geron Molu. The metal cabin had been completely destroyed, but the infusion pipes connected behind were still usable.

These are the nutrient solution and mutagen that allowed Geron Molu to maintain his life for more than a hundred years without eating or drinking.

Even though he knew it was of little help, Lan still reluctantly inserted these pipes into Heifeng's body. These medicines are much softer than those used in animal experiments, and Lan can feel Heifeng's body relax immediately.

"Hold on a little longer, Black Wind. It may take me a few days or even ten days to hold on a little longer."

After finishing speaking, Lan got up, picked up the ax and walked to the corpse of the albino giant centipede, and chopped it. The huge body of the centipede was frozen into an ice sculpture by Geron's [Alder Fayin · Biting Bone], and then shattered into pieces the size of a human head , the thick carapace is extremely fragile.

Lan En chewed hard on the ice-crumb-like meat, unable to taste any taste due to the numbness of the poison.

He couldn't go out and eat humanoid monsters like ghouls and water ghosts. Fortunately, the centipede cut by the portal was a meter long and thicker than a human, and it was enough to eat for a long time after being broken into ice.

The speed of the decline in health was quickly offset by the recovery speed of the [Gourmet] bonus. Lann took the short knife and slapped his black and swollen legs, releasing a lot of venom while bleeding.

This time, the health value jumped a notch like a bungee jump, but finally the health recovery speed and the poison damage reached a weak balance, maintaining the health value at a heart-stopping low value.

The blood loss made Lan dizzy for a while. He bandaged the wound, chewed the frozen centipede vigorously, and began to read Thomas Molu's notes viciously, murmuring indistinctly:

"Come on—Thomas Molu. I have forgotten how many rounds we have fought, and this time I will beat you, sure."

…………

Toussaint, by an unknown lake.

Sward's eyes slowly opened, and he felt that his body almost fell apart as if he had been hit by a horse.

He tried his best to recall his memories before he fell into a coma, and suddenly his whole body bounced up.

"Master Earl!"

The servant shouted.

There is a quiet and beautiful lake in front of me. The surface of the lake looks like emerald. There is a small island in the center of the lake. The lake is surrounded by dense forests, and mountains can be seen in the distance.

Only there is no oath called by Sward.

An old voice sounded behind Sward:

"There is no such thing as your Lord Earl here... Can you take a look at this?"

Sward turned his head suddenly, and saw an old man in a tawny rough robe squatting behind him, and a strong man with white hair and black armor lying unconscious on the ground.

"Mr. Geralt!" Sward was surprised, and stepped forward with concern.

The old man took two steps back, and said to the guarded Sward: "It seems that he is not your earl... Is he your comrade in arms? The injuries are much worse than yours, but they are not fatal injuries. Don't worry."

Sward hesitated for a moment, lifted his guard and thanked the old man, saying: "I'm sorry to disturb the old man, I think you saved us, thank you very much. Where is this place? What should I call you?"

"This is Lake Sarawi, and I'm just a hermit without a name." The hermit seemed to appreciate Sward's gratitude, and he took out something from behind with a smile.

"I suppose it's yours too?"

Sward looked intently, it was the lion-headed sword that Lann had given him. He couldn't help feeling sad, and knelt down on the ground holding the sword.

The hermit watched Sward's emotional changes, and suddenly said: "This is a good sword, and its owner is also a brave warrior. Looking at your clothes, you seem to be a knight?"

Sward knelt on the ground for a long time before he calmed down slightly. He just wanted to take Geralt back to Beauclair to find his teammates and find Lane together. But facing the question of the savior, Sward, who has been taught by Lan En's side for a long time, still reluctantly replied politely:

"I am not a knight, I am just a squire. This is not my sword, this is the sword of my Lord Earl."

The hermit nodded knowingly, and said: "A servant can also be a 'knight'. A knight is not just a status, but a symbol of virtue. I know a better sword, which is hidden at the bottom of this lake, but Only those who possess the five virtues of chivalry can grasp it.

I've been living around here, looking forward to a person who can take the sword away, a knight with valor, honor, mercy, generosity, and wisdom. Would you like to try it? "

Sward had already checked Geralt's situation at this time, and he only found the hermit's words ridiculous.

He was very grateful to the hermit for helping him, but the words of giving the sword made him feel that the old man was too old and out of his mind.

"I'm not a knight, and I can't shamelessly admit that I have the five virtues of a knight you said. I'm just a person who failed to protect my oath. The five virtues of a knight you said are only in the I have seen it in my lord earl, he is a true knight."

Sward put Geralt behind his back, and asked the hermit, "I'm sorry, Mr. Hermit, I need to take my companion back to Bauclair as soon as possible for treatment. Do you know how to get there?"

The hermit pointed in one direction: "Even if you have to walk here, it is far away from Bauclair, let alone you are carrying someone on your back.

I have a proposal, you tell me the name of the earl you mentioned with the five virtues of chivalry, and I can help you reach Bauclair quickly. "

Sward was shocked: "Do you have a bullock cart?"

He looked around, but he didn't find what he was looking for, a little disappointed. But faced with the hermit's question, he still said sadly: "My lord's name is Lane Lannister Ray Allen, but his life and death are unknown now. I went back to Bauclair to find a companion and wanted to rescue him together."

The hermit nodded in satisfaction: "Is it Lann Lannister Ray Allen? Some familiar names. Since his life and death are unknown, I just do you a favor and let me see..."

have a look? Sward stared at the hermit who seemed to be in a daze in puzzlement, and thought to himself that the old man who had saved his life might have been a man obsessed with knight stories when he was young, so that he became demented when he was old.

He no longer relied on the hermit's help, and was about to carry Geralt on his back on the road when he suddenly heard a loud noise from the lake behind him.

Looking back, I saw that the water surface at the edge of the lake was slowly rising in a direction that violated common sense, as if a big hand made of lake water had wrapped the entire lake.

And on the small island in the center of the lake, the hermit slowly floated up.

Sward opened his mouth wide, stunned by the scene in front of him. Geralt didn't even notice that Geralt was slowly sliding to the ground on his back.

He was about to say something about the miraculous scene in front of him, but suddenly he heard the hermit in the center of the lake start screaming.

The hermit screamed in mid-air in fear, the scream changed from an old male voice to a thin female voice as if distorted, and that old body also turned into a naked green man in Sward's stunned eyes. hair woman.

this……

Sward was stunned, only feeling that he seemed to have lost the ability to speak. At this moment, those poems and legends that I have heard before collided in my mind, and only four words appeared in my mind——

Fairy in the lake.

And the second the fairy in the lake revealed her true body, she jumped into the water as if she had met a fish from a natural enemy.

Sward hurriedly stepped forward to look, only the lake surface was crystal clear, with rocks and sand visible, where is there any fairies in the lake?

Everything that happened was like a dream, and only the soil moistened by the explosion splashed by the lake just now could tell a little bit about what happened here just now.

Sward staggered into the lake, roaring and shouting: "The fairy of the lake! You just saw the Earl, right?"

"Is he still alive?"

"tell me!"

"tell me!"

The sword squire's cry echoed from the lake, only the tree could hear it. At the end of the shouting, his voice began to choke, and finally he couldn't help but slowly fell to his knees.