The Death Knell

Traveling in a world with a medieval background is indeed not a comfortable thing. Su Ming seems to be moving at a snail's pace, and there are scavengers jumping out of the grass on the roadside at every turn.

These rotten, foul-smelling monsters posed no threat to Su Ming, and their teeth and claws were completely unable to break through the armor's defense.

But the toads jumping on the feet were disgusting even if they didn't bite, so the team had to stop and clean them up from time to time.

This is not the most time-consuming thing. The key is that Geralt and Ciri seem to have squirrel syndrome. After killing the monster, they have to strip the monster of all useful materials before they can continue on the road.

This is not a game. Monsters only drop one or two pieces. In reality, those monster materials are growing on the body.

There are more than ten evil ghosts in a group, and it takes more than ten minutes to collect the materials, which is longer than the battle. When can we get to Novigrad?

...

"Igni!"

Geralt bent down to pick up the beehive from under the tree, patted the small flames on it with his hand, put it into his backpack, returned to the roadside and mounted his horse.

Becoming a master witcher really requires a lot of patience. In order to survive, potions are indispensable, so all kinds of materials must be prepared at all times.

Geralt didn't seem to have any intention of rushing, or he wanted to be fully prepared before dealing with the bloodthirsty banshee. In short, he wanted any alchemy materials he saw on the roadside.

Just watching him keep pulling weeds completely dispelled Su Ming's interest in the alchemy of the demon hunter.

Ciri obviously has no enthusiasm for this, but she has to help Geralt collect these things. Her expression now is as boring as a theory class when she was a child.

"Ciri, I talked with Geralt before. I plan to take you to a school in another world. What do you think?"

Ciri rocked from side to side on the saddle. She glanced at him strangely and then pointed at herself.

"Me? Going to school? Not going!"

The corner of Su Ming's mouth twitched. She still didn't like to study. Although she was very smart, she just couldn't sit still.

"I'm not asking you to read and write. I'm asking you to learn other skills, such as how to fight. You've been to other worlds, haven't you ever thought about learning the fighting methods there?"

Ciri touched her hair, as if recalling something: "I have learned a lot, such as Wild Hunting... But I can't leave Geralt behind. I will never go to another world again, here. This is my home.”

Su Ming sighed inwardly. He was doing it for their own good. If the Wild Hunt really came, the elves who had experienced the last failure would not be defeated so easily.

If Ciri gave up exploring multiple worlds just because she planned to accompany Geralt, wouldn't it be that the talent of time travel given to her by her parents was in vain?

Not long ago, I just gave chicken soup to the little girls in the red house to let them feel hope and gain trust and favorability.

And now I have to give Ciri some more, so that she has some sense of crisis and knows that she has to gain enough strength to protect the people around her.

Geralt couldn't protect her at all times, and he would be alone against the Wild Hunt.

"Then what will you do if the Wild Hunt comes again?"

Su Ming walked beside the horse and picked up a wild flower on the roadside.

Ciri shrugged her nose indifferently and straightened up in the saddle.

"Then we'll fight them. We won last time."

"Then what's the price? Ciri, the armies of the northern kingdoms have been severely damaged by the Wild Hunt, Kaer Morhen has also been defeated, and there are still four people in the Wolf School? Even if you include you with a cat badge hanging around your neck of."

Ciri touched the badge around her neck. She snatched it from a perverted witcher. The witcher enjoyed hunting down other witchers. He imprisoned Ciri for a long time and trained her Gladiator.

Ciri finally killed him and took his three badges, namely wolf, cat, and snake.

She gave the wolf badge to Geralt. Ciri herself wore the cat badge. She didn't know where she put the snake badge.

Su Ming started thinking when he saw her, and then said: "Vesemir, alas, a respectable old man, I think he will not die. If the Wild Hunt strikes again, who will be sacrificed?"

Xili immediately thought of the old man who had taught her since childhood and died in battle to protect her.

And everyone who is still alive now can no longer be lost.

She had been running away, and the Wild Hunt was chasing her in different worlds. Later, in order to escape this endless fate, everyone decided to fight hard.

There are always sacrifices in battles. Last time it was Vesemir, who will be next?

Ciri was shaken.

"Look, I have a school where you will be safe. The Wild Hunt is dangerous to your world, but not to us. I'll show you something good."

Su Ming pulled out the pistol from his waist.

"What is this?" Ciri's attention was attracted by something new.

"This is a gun. You can think of it as a special hand crossbow." Su Ming pulled out the magazine and showed her the golden bullets inside: "This is its arrow. Do you see the spiked demon over there? ?”

In the ruins of the village in the distance, there were several figures wandering around. They were a bit far away, and Ciri had to squint to see them clearly.

They looked like human corpses, with pale skin and rotten faces.

However, their bodies are covered with red spikes. When fighting creatures, if they lose, they will change the enzyme cycle in the body and explode. The red spikes will shoot out like flying knives, which is very annoying. monster.

Witchers generally won't get close to them if they don't have a commission, because even if they win the battle, they can often only get a few worthless intestines.

"I saw it, but we'll go around it."

"Technology changes life. When you have a gun in your hand, this kind of monster is actually not worth mentioning." Su Ming raised his arm over there and calculated the wind speed and ballistics, which was far beyond the range of the pistol.

But to Ciri, it seemed as if Slade pulled the trigger of the weapon without even taking aim.

There was a crisp sound, accompanied by a strange smell, and she saw the monster's head in the distance being blown open like a pomegranate, while other monsters were looking around for the source of the attack.

They found nothing and could only wander around wildly.

But the weapon fired several more times, and all the monsters fell to the ground.

"Bullets, heal any kind of living corpse, one bullet at a time."

In fact, if this kind of monster cannot hit the head, they can quickly heal themselves by eating corpses, but using a gun is the basic skill of a mercenary.

Except for the little cousin, his marksmanship skills are all focused on mouth.

"It's amazing. This way you can harvest the complete body of the spiked demon. Can you show me the gun?"

The sound of gunfire attracted the attention of Geralt and Jane, but Ciri was interested in seeing this weapon.

Su Ming smiled slightly, and the plan worked.

He turned off the safety on the gun, played a trick, and handed it to Shirley by holding the end of the handle: "Here you go, this thing is very common in our place, and every farmer has a box of it."

"Can even farmers deal with monsters?" Xili took the pistol, feeling its heavy weight, and played with it back and forth.

"Don't point the gun at yourself, and don't point it at good people. Be careful of misfire." Su Ming stopped her from peeking into the gun: "So if the Wild Hunt comes to my world, maybe a farmer can make them run away in despair. Escape, not to mention guns, there are more advanced ones.”

Su Ming took out the divine gold Gauss from the small silk bag. The appearance like a work of art and the beautiful relief on it all showed that this was no ordinary weapon.

Ciri watched as he pulled a weapon as tall as her from a small pocket.

"That one is a pistol, and this one is a rifle. It's like the difference between a hand crossbow and a bed crossbow. You can see that the materials used to make it are rarer. All the bullets have gone through special processes, and they are all blessed with divine power."

"God? Does God really exist?" Xili seemed to be more concerned about this question.

"A god is nothing more than a more powerful creature in a certain way. Your ability to travel through time is enough to be called a god. When others are holding pitchforks and kitchen knives, you have a gun in your hand, and you are a god. When others are holding pitchforks and kitchen knives, you are a god. When others are holding pitchforks and kitchen knives, you are a god. When you have a gun, you can go up to the sky and into the earth, and you are invulnerable and you are a god. When everyone can fly, you can travel through different universes, and you are still a god."

Xili's eyes were filled with stars when she heard it. She couldn't understand what it was all about, but even though she didn't understand it, she still felt that it was very powerful.

"don't know."

"In general, gods are also mortals. Their existence or not is not important to the world. The world is run by concepts. They are just creatures who better understand the concepts of a certain world."

Su Ming explained.

"Hmm...still don't understand."

Xili thought hard, her little face scrunched up, but in the end she lay on the horse as if she was discouraged.

"So, you have to go to school. If you don't know how to use a sword to kill monsters, what's the use? You can't even use a gun. You also have wasted the materials for monsters."

"Hmph, it's impossible. The Wolf School's use of monster materials is the most reasonable." Xili climbed up and raised her chin.

Su Ming wasn't angry either. This was still a limitation of the world: "Then do you know that monster bone powder can be used to make porcelain? Bone china is very beautiful, and selling it to nobles can greatly improve your economic situation."

"Uh, what is porcelain?"

"Look, don't you know? Last time, Geralt killed a gryphon, chopped off the head and threw away the body. It wasted four roasted lion legs, a pair of giant roasted wings, and even more offal and offal. Too much, it’s all money.”

Su Ming shook his head with regret, as if he was heartbroken.

"Can griffins be eaten? Geralt?" Ciri turned to look at the witcher on the other side. He had already moved closer, wanting to hear what Slade and Ciri were saying.

I didn’t expect it to be about eating griffins.

"I don't know. No one has tried it. Witchers don't eat monster corpses."

Hearing this answer, Ciri was a little eager to try it. Why hadn't she thought that griffons might be delicious before? Better than a mouse, right?

"Witchers are also a type of hunter. I think there are a lot of prey to eat. This is the food chain and the law of nature. Look, Ciri, you also need to make up for your biology lessons."

Maybe some monsters cannot be eaten, such as rotting corpses, but many other types of monsters can be eaten, right? Even if it is poisonous, it can still be detoxified:

"Fork-tailed dragons, pterodactyls, giant centipedes, crab spiders, and gliding lizards are all great supplements. The principal of my school is very good at cooking. He can make many incredible things delicious."

"Unbelievable things?" Geralt also seemed to be interested. He wanted to hear what the other world was like.

"Have you heard of the ooze monster? It looks like black sludge at the bottom of a well, but with his hands, it can turn into a thick soup that nourishes human spiritual power."

"Well......"

The witcher still looked uncomfortable.