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"What do you think of the Green Grass Trial?" The mage's abrupt words made the old man stunned for a moment. He quickly came back to his senses and narrowed his eyes: "You don't have any special opinions. Why do you ask?"

"Because I want to know how a demon hunter mentor views such a necessary but extremely cruel ritual with an extremely high mortality rate."

Vesemir fell silent. He was very familiar with the Trial of Green Grass - the kind of familiarity that he didn't want to recall again.

The complete process of the Green Grass Trial is as follows: After a young witcher apprentice takes a special alchemical decoction called "Green Grass", his body and physiological structure will undergo very special and serious changes. "Green Grass" will affect the nerves

system, so there must be a powerful mage or master-level alchemist to control the entire process.

The trial will produce lightning-fast chain reactions, and most people simply do not have enough reaction speed to deal with the various changes that occur to the apprentices during this process. Moreover, this is an extremely painful process, and the survival rate of the Green Grass Trial is usually only 10%.

Three out of three, even Kaer Morhen in its heyday only had 40%, which is already the highest success rate. The few apprentices who survived must also undergo mutant transformation, which is also not an easy process.

The Green Grass Trial will last for about seven days. After that, they will undergo mutation and mutation, so that they can truly complete this stage.

But what if the trial of green grass fails?

Believe me, even the strongest person does not want to see that kind of scene. In Vesemir's long life, he has seen many children die miserably because they could not survive. Their bodies will become distorted.

It swells up and screams in extreme pain - the lightest way to death is to explode into a puddle of minced meat, while in more serious cases, it will lose consciousness and turn into a ball of rotten flesh that is constantly twisting.

"...I don't want to think about it anymore."

Vesemir whispered, he raised his head, a bright light flashed in his eyes, like lightning, hitting the mage's face: "Listen, I can probably guess what you want to do, mage. If you plan to breed new hunters,

The devil is your soldier - then someone will definitely die here today."

The mage's smile disappeared, and he said seriously and sincerely: "I don't have such thoughts. Of course, it's reasonable for you not to believe me."

Vesemir shook his head and said: "Just pretend that you are not good, mage. But Arzu himself can't achieve half the success rate, why do you think you can do better than him?"

“You’ll know once you try it.”

"We have no new apprentices."

"Who said there isn't one?" the Master asked. He pointed to the door and said, "Isn't there a horse?"

"...What?"

Vesemir even thought he heard wrongly. He stood up and tried to understand what the mage had just said.

"I said, there is a horse there." The mage repeated, and the certainty in his words almost made Vesemir think that he was not talking about a horse, but a well-trained apprentice demon hunter.

Vesemir held his forehead, and he suddenly felt a little tired: "Even if you... are really crazy enough to use a horse to conduct a grass trial, then how do you get the raw materials? We haven't done this for many years.

Now that this matter has come to an end, there is no material reserve for a long time."

Geralt, who had been eavesdropping for a long time, came over and answered: "Yes, you need the spinal fluid of the fork-tailed dragon, the venom glands of the flying lion monster, the tongue of the albino vampire banshee, yam, psyllium and plantain."

Datura root. We may only have the last three types left in reserve."

The mage spread his hands and said, "Then let's go find him."

Vesemir raised his right hand and waved it hard: "No, no. Mr. He, there is no one of us here. It's just you. If you plan to conduct this damn experiment by yourself, just go and try it yourself. I don't want to watch it again.

That’s the picture, even if you want to use it on a horse.”

After saying that, he left.

Geralt played with the mop in his hand carelessly, stroking the rough wooden handle, and said: "Forgive me, old guy, he can't watch it again. In fact, that scene was really terrifying."

He Shenyan stood there with his hands behind his back. He looked up at the mural on the ceiling of Kaer Morhen. There was a black-haired mage with a goatee occupying most of the area. His image was portrayed very vividly, giving people a

A powerful and mysterious feeling. The mage suddenly asked: "Do you want to take a look?"

The demon hunter was a little stunned and said, "What are you looking at?"

"The Trial of Green Grass."

Geralt couldn't help but smile. Although he had understood the character of his mysterious fellow mage these days, that didn't mean he could understand it. In his opinion, He Shenyan was indeed better than other mages.

Quite a bit, he is a good person, but he is still willful and arrogant like other mages. He often has unreasonable ideas in his mind, but he has enough action to put these ideas into practice. Recreating the Trial of Green Grass may just be

It was just a crazy idea he had for a short time.

"Believe me, Geralt, you won't regret it." He Shenyan laughed. He waved to the door, and Geralt's old horse flew in, neighing uneasily in the air. He Shenyan

Yan simply cast a spell to stun it, and his mental power covered the surrounding area. He easily found yam, plantain and datura root in the basement of the castle.

"Okay, okay. You are still short of three other ingredients. What do you want to use instead?" Geralt spread his hands helplessly. He looked at his poor old horse lying on the ground, not too worried.

"Well..." He Shenyan raised his hand in the air, and most of his right hand disappeared, as if it had suddenly reached into another dimension. The mage dug inside and pulled out a large, heavy black box.

.

"boom."

He threw the box to the ground, and He Shenyan kicked it open. It was filled with bottles and cans. The wolf head pendant on Geralt's chest suddenly began to vibrate crazily. He frowned and asked, "These

What are they?"

"Substitute."

He stretched out his hand and began to select dozens of bottles and jars. Geralt watched as he took out a jar labeled 'Red Dragon', which contained a still beating heart. The jar was taken by the mage.

After it came out of the box, it expanded rapidly. He Shenyan placed it on the long table. Geralt stared at the heart. It was dark red and very big. Geralt estimated that it was at least half a meter long.

He Shenyan took out another jar. Geralt didn't see the label on it this time. He only knew that it was a bottle of golden liquid.

"Hmm..." He Shenyan squatted on the ground, with the hem of his black robe dragged to the ground. He, who has a mysophobia, didn't seem to care at this time. He just stared at the jars in the box in a daze. After a while,

Yes, he reached out and took out a small black bottle. Geralt clearly saw the label this time: Shadow Essence.