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While the witcher was stunned, the dilapidated castle was rapidly changing.

The overgrown courtyard became tidy, the wooden dummy became iron, and the training sword sharpened. Those weeds disappeared in an instant. Only the outer walls of the scaffolding were repaired. They became thick and majestic again. The top of the tower, which would have been leaking, was also repaired, and even red brick was laid as the top of the tower. The mottled traces on the gate disappeared. It used to be just a fence gate, but now it has become two iron gates, reflecting silver light in the sunlight.

The witcher looked back and saw that the hall in the house was now splendid, the mottled walls, the cracked floor were all gone, and even the long tables were made of oak.

He didn't see what had become of other places, but according to the situation, it was probably better than the most expensive hotel Geralt had ever stayed in.

The black-robed mage Shi Shiran walked down the city wall and asked, "How is it?"

The witcher looked around. He looked at the brand-new castle and said dryly, "I've never seen her so beautiful...perhaps more beautiful than she was. I thank you very much."

"But I don't know why you did that, Ho."

"Just take my impulse." He Shenyan replied, he patted Geralt on the shoulder, walked into the hall, took out a bottle of wine from a box in a corner, and read out the name on it: "East of the East?"

"Sounds like a good bottle of wine."

Geralt turned around, he walked in, and closed the door: "Actually, it's not a good bottle of wine..."

He Shenyan raised his eyebrows, he patted the bottle, the magic power opened the cork, he made a cup, poured in the wine, and a fragrance spread immediately. He shook the wine glass in his hand with a smile on his face: "It seems that this bottle of wine does not agree with your idea."

Geralt's throat rolled up and down, he licked his lips, East East is not a wine that can be found everywhere, this is a very high-end and expensive wine, it is matured in the famous cellars of Castel Ravello . This wine has a strong smoky smell and is the biggest surprise for the first taster. Aged for many years in Beauclair oak barrels, the wine is thick and rich.

How precious is this wine?

Considered one of Toussaint's many treasures, the East East is the most famous wine produced in the region. No one knows exactly when the first Eastern Orients came into being, but it is certain that it was around the time when people first settled in the Duchy's present territory.

This wine only became popular during the reign of Adela Marta, who was so fond of the East that she made Château de Ravello the official vineyard of the duchy. She also reserved a special place for the East of the East in the cellar of the Beauclair Palace, and has held a ceremony every year to store two barrels of the wine of the year on this shelf. According to the decree of the Principality "East of the Holy Wine Order", if the barrels are opened by themselves, they will be sentenced to death, tied to the back of the carriage and dragged to death.

Geralt had never drunk this wine, but he had seen it. It was an auction and it sold for 5,000 crowns.

Just one bottle.

"Uh..." Geralt's eyes were fixed on the bottle of Dongzhidong. The mage put it on the table and took a sip. He laughed and commented: "This is really quite good. , Geralt, are you sure you don't want to try it?"

This sentence started an alcoholic's binge-drinking journey, and the two of them finished the bottle of East East, and then Geralt drank all 34 bottles in the entire Kyle Morhen basement in two hours. , all clean. He drank wildly, and even jumped on the table in his boots to tell the black-robed mage a joke. The joke was really funny, and Geralt said he heard it in an inn.

It wasn't until late at night that Geralt's binge ended, and he woke up the next morning to realize what absurd he had done,

If Vesemir knew that his wine was completely consumed by him, then he would not want to return to Kyle Mohan in the next three or four years.

Geralt lay on the floor moaning, he had a splitting headache, and he could smell the vomit on his clothes and the strong smell of alcohol: "Damn..."

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At noon the next day, instead of riding horses, they walked up a mountain along a path. The witcher found a working longbow in the castle's armory, and planned to hunt a deer as bait for pterodactyls. As he walked, he explained to the black-robed mage: "Usually, to kill these flying beasts, we must use bait to lure them to the ground. Although they can fly, their IQ is not high, and they prefer certain flavors. "

"The pterodactyls like to eat deer. We didn't find a new nest of pterodactyls here. We didn't think about it until Vesemir complained that he couldn't hunt deer three years ago. Burt was attacked again by a pterodactyl while he was out hunting, and he had a scar on his back, where he might have died if he hadn't run fast."

"Well, bait is a good method. But I have a question." The black-robed mage said, "Do you also rely on silver swords to deal with such large monsters? What about those sword oils?"

"You remember the knowledge in those books very well."

Geralt smiled and said, "Sword oil is very precious, if it's not a last resort, it won't be used. Also, pterodactyls come out alone to hunt for food, so silver swords and crossbows are enough to deal with them, it's really not good, And alchemy bombs."

"It seems that the cost of sword oil is a problem."

"Yes, for example, the ingredients in five ghouls plus about 150 kroner of alchemy ingredients can make a small bottle of ghoul bio-oil. We rarely use it unless necessary. Sometimes a bottle The oil can even keep for years.”

They walked all the way down to a creek, Geralt crouched down, took a sip of water, and began to observe the hoof prints on the ground: "Go east...in the woods, wait here. I'll take a while."

Fifteen minutes later, Geralt walked out of the woods carrying a deer with an arrow stuck in its head, and the black-robed mage was sitting on the grass. He saw the deer and said, "If you weren't a witcher, you would still be a good hunter."

Geralt threw the deer on the ground and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Actually, I really did. During that time, I don't know why, even water ghosts didn't come and go. No way, I had to As a hunter, my skinning skills are pretty good."

They chatted for a while, then went back to the castle to prepare for the afternoon dragon hunt.