The Witcher: Elemental Lords

It had to be said that Victor, as the town chief, still had some authority, and he quickly arranged things.

Before long, a clean door panel was carried in first. Doray nodded and directed people to lift York up, place him on the door panel, and then put him on the table in the middle of the room, so it would be convenient for him to perform surgery. He opened the small box and took out the scalpel, alcohol lamp, and other items.

He had prepared these things temporarily when he came. He even crafted the scalpel himself, so the quality was definitely not a problem.

The wound was ulcerated, and what he had to do now was to cut off the rotten flesh, clean the wound, reduce inflammation, and then prepare to concoct a magic potion to treat it. If he didn't use a magic potion, this leg would definitely not be saved.

Fortunately, the village lacked everything except herbs, which was enough for him to display his skills.

He disinfected the knife with an alcohol lamp. The sharp knife cut away the dead skin in circles, cleaned the wound, and then disinfected it with alcohol. By this time, all the herbs had been brought over.

Doray had them carry the person to where he lived. He naturally couldn't let people see him concocting the magic potion.

Although everyone didn't understand why, when they thought that this was the only way to save York, Victor waved his hand, and everyone acted quickly. Soon they arrived at a two-story small bamboo building.

Seeing this bamboo building, Doray thought of one word: cold.

It was indeed remote enough here, and it was not far from the Domon River. A place with water would naturally be colder than other places.

But at this time, he couldn't care about so much.

He had people tidy up the bamboo building and carry the person up. The bamboo building had two rooms and a partition. Doray placed the person in the room, and the others waited, and then he began to concoct medicine in the small room next door.

In potionology, there were about a hundred kinds of first-level magic potions, but wizards commonly used only seven or eight kinds. The rest were some strange things, some for healing, some for strengthening bones, some for refining tendons, and some for promoting blood circulation, with varying effects.

Doray was very experienced with first-level magic potions. He concocted two kinds of medicines, one called Muscle Regeneration Potion and one called Trauma Potion. Their functions were self-explanatory.

By the time he finished all this, it was already afternoon.

When he walked out of the house with two test tubes, the people watching nearby couldn't wait any longer.

Doray smiled, came to the patient, first poured on the Muscle Regeneration Potion, covered the wound with a clean cotton cloth, waited for about ten minutes, then uncovered the cotton cloth, and poured on the Trauma Potion, and then covered the wound.

He handed the remaining Trauma Potion to the fierce woman, gave some instructions, and told people to carry the person away.

At this time, everyone understood, because a few minutes after pouring on the potion, the person's complexion improved, and the skin on his leg was no longer dry, wrinkled, and black, but turned into a tender red color. There was no more inflammation or suppuration.

The fierce woman also understood and took the medicine and was about to kneel down to Doray.

Doray grabbed the fierce woman, shook his head, and told her to go back quickly, as the weather outside was cold and the patient couldn't stand the cold.

He had to quickly send these people away, and then check the safety and sealing of the bamboo building, and also make some modifications.

He had roughly looked at this place just now, and it was quite good. He didn't plan to change it anymore. Although it was a bit cold, as long as he created the magic runes, cold and heat would not be a problem.

Having just arrived, he saved a person. Doray had taken root in the village. Victor called two ten-year-old girls to stay and help tidy up, and the others quickly left here.

Seeing that Doray could save this kind of condition, most of the hunters showed joy, and they wouldn't have to worry about hunting in the future.

Leaving the bamboo building, Victor stood outside the door and waited for a while, thinking about some things. He quickly made up his mind to keep this teenager in the village, although he felt that this was a bit unrealistic. People originally came from the city, and they would definitely return to the city in the future. He would keep him for as long as he could, but for now, he would provide a good environment first.

Thinking of this, he had a headache. After working for a long time, he still didn't know the teenager's name, which was really embarrassing. So he called someone over to ask the teenager's name.

The teenager quickly left and then quickly returned.

Lin Rui.

Victor savored the name and then organized people to cut reeds in the river valley, preparing to add a layer of straw to the top of Lin Rui's room to increase warmth. At the same time, he prepared to cut down trees and build a small wooden house. The bamboo building was indeed drafty, and it could freeze a person to death in winter. One or two days would be okay, but it wouldn't work for a long time.

The enthusiasm of the people in the village greatly increased.

Doray stayed for two days, got everything in order, and put things away. On the third day, the village made a carriage and took the opportunity to send medicine to the city, sending Doray away and pulling his things back, which was considered a smooth process.

After everything was settled, Doray could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Next was various magic experiments, striving to be able to use magic tricks as soon as possible. As long as he could use them proficiently, then it would be potion making, improving his mental strength, and striving to enter the ranks of formal wizards as soon as possible.

If advanced wizard apprentices were the beginning of spellcasting, then first-level wizards were truly entering the extraordinary, using human power to leverage the energy of heaven and earth and cast various powerful spells. Advanced wizard apprentices were at most considered to have just scratched the surface.

The people in this town were very simple. With the arrival of winter, there was basically nothing to do. They would get up early, eat breakfast, and then practice boxing, archery, and swordsmanship in the flat riverbed. Various heavy weapons, axes, hammers, etc., adults and children, men and women, most people would participate.

Doray watched for a while and then busied himself with configuring various medicines, some for the village and some for his own needs.

Before he could finish packing, a little girl carrying a basket walked to the door.

This was to deliver food. It was Anderson's daughter, Connie, who was very strong.

Doray touched her head, took out a bottle of blue potion, and said, "Take this and send it to Aunt York."

Connie's eyes were bright, and she glanced around Doray's room, saw a table full of books, paused slightly, and then smiled sweetly, took the medicine, and ran away.

Doray stood at the door, watching Connie's departing figure, with no joy or sorrow on his face.

This town was called Three Rivers Town. Although it was called a town, it was actually just a large village.

Although the town was small, it had everything, doctors, teachers, and combat instructors. The daily activities were morning exercises, swordsmanship, archery, and spearmanship. People practiced on the river beach. They rested at noon, and there were occasional activities in the afternoon. Some people sharpened swords, some people cut bamboo to make arrows for training, some people went hunting in the mountains, and some people formed teams to collect herbs.

Because it was close to the mountains, wild animals could run out of the mountains and attack the village at any time, so everyone had to know martial arts and archery.

The whole town was like a precise machine, each responsible for its own operating part.

The village had a guard team responsible for watching, guarding, and scouting around. It was really small but complete. As long as the children in the village were seven or eight years old, they needed to do things. Although these children were young, they were all clever.

Doray himself was only thirteen years old, and looking at these children, he felt quite envious.

After observing the village for a while and making sure that no one would disturb him, he closed the door and prepared to start refining spellcasting materials. The first material he prepared to refine was the Burning Hands material.

White phosphorus, sulfur, charcoal, plus some magic crystal powder, seemed like very simple things, but if ordinary people were to refine them, it was estimated that they would not be able to refine them in this lifetime.

Although there were proportions for the four materials, and there were also units of measurement, the so-called units of measurement were only approximate values, not accurate numbers. In the end, it still depended on mental perception, the material properties, and the energy ratio contained within. These all had requirements. If it was really according to the exact proportions, then it would mostly fail. Otherwise, if it was so simple, ordinary people could also handle it.