Witcher's Atelier

It was also summer - Kaer Morhen Library a year ago -

"The demons are creatures from the intersection of the celestial spheres. They are short, about three to four feet long, and a few rare variants can reach five feet. They have fair skin, long and wide jaws, sharp teeth and claws, simple wisdom, and are used to attacking in groups."

Vesemir clapped his hands twice, "A nearly perfect description, child."

Smiling, without stopping, the boy continued: "The meat is coarse and not suitable for consumption. The blood, claws, and eyes can all be used as alchemical materials. The albino demon heart is a catalyst for special potions.

Silver swords, and ogre oil made by mixing dried and crushed moon rose petals with bear fat can effectively increase the lethality."

"Impressive!" The demon hunter nodded with satisfaction.

...

In actual combat, the combat power of a single evil ghost is really not worth mentioning. Although it attacks and bites quickly and powerfully, its size is there. No matter how strong it is, it will not exceed the scope of large beasts. Danger usually occurs when it is attacked from the front and back by the superior number and its vulnerable parts are injured.

Fortunately for the brigade, the leather armor with iron plates purchased by Vergen is not for show. Things are inevitably different. Even the so-called leather has different grades. At that time, the simple and unpretentious Victor naturally chose the best hard leather tanning.

The armor is excellent, the weapons are sharp, the sword oil is good, and the potion is full. It started with the first evil ghost running and rushing from a distance. The silver sword cut it open from the head along the spine and cut it in two.

The evil ghosts suddenly screamed in all directions. The two were surrounded by the short monsters. The irreconcilable contradiction between the hunter and the hunted broke out.

With the potion's amplification, Victor's enhanced reaction and strength made it no problem to deal with the monsters surrounding him. Even if there were one or two evil ghosts that tried to sneak attack, he was detected and nailed to the ground in advance. It can be said that there was no opponent before the silver sword.

And Angulan's martial power was originally strong, and after being strengthened by the potion, although the Mahakam steel sword did not have the special effect of the silver sword to increase the killing effect on monsters, the effect of the ogre oil was enough to support her to perform seven in and seven out.

Under the moonlight, the girl's high performance was that she used footsteps to change, and continuously chopped down, lifted up, and chopped down again in the rapid displacement. She swung three swords in a row and cut the three evil ghosts into six pieces.

To be honest, that scene was full of blood rain, poetic and picturesque, and pleasing to the eye.

After Victor used a trick to start and induce a evil ghost to attack, turned sideways to avoid it, and then quickly stepped forward to slash across its chest from bottom to top, the remaining five or six evil ghosts roared, leaving about twice the number of their companions' bodies, and fled in all directions.

They came in a hurry and left in a hurry. In the blink of an eye, the wind was calm, leaving only a mess, proving the survival competition that happened not long ago.

In the cool night breeze, Victor and Angouleme looked at each other, took a long breath, and then they laughed at the same time. This was a release after the tension in the face of an unknown number of threats.

Then the laughter faded, and Angouleme walked back to the campfire and sat down, staring at the fire in a daze, not knowing what to think.

Victor approached Angouleme: "Are you injured?"

She shook her head.

Victor took out a box of ointment, applied it to the philtrum, and handed it to the girl, "Apply it under your nose, and you won't smell the stench for a short time."

Then he pulled out the short blade and staggered towards the treasure, which was very smelly.

...

"To be honest, I'm curious how smelly you are now, Captain?" The girl asked as she walked in the dim light of dawn.

After the boy collected the treasure, he felt a little regretful that he didn't have the white evil ghost heart. Seeing that the sky was getting light, the brigade simply packed up and continued on the journey. But Catherine refused to stop on the girl's shoulder, because Victor was walking beside Angouleme.

"If you really want to know, I can give you the antidote for the nasal congestion cream. I don't want to know myself." Victor said expressionlessly.

After thinking for a while, Angouleme spat on the side of the road, "Forget it... Catherine said it was scary."

A ray of golden sunlight lit up from the distant horizon.

Without Catherine to talk to her, Angouleme got back to her habit of nagging Victor: "Captain, what are those three bottles of potion we just drank? After drinking it, I feel full of power, as if I can do anything!"

"The strengthening potion that the witcher drinks, ordinary people will be poisoned when they drink it. We drink the improved non-toxic version, and the strengthening effect is very low."

Hearing what Victor said, Angouleme yelled, "That's still a low effect!? Every time I can get a set in a fight, I think I'm invincible!"

"Oh... Are you sure you can beat Iorveth?" The boy complained calmly.

The bold words were stuck..., and the girl's voice became lower: "...probably... still not working."

"With your level, you still come up with a set every time, you're dreaming, do you know how many crowns the raw materials of that set of potions are worth? How many crowns are the refined potions worth?

Do you know that the sword oil needs to be boiled with bear fat? I spent a whole morning jumping around to deal with the bear, how much bear fat did I scrape out in total?

Yesterday was a luxury that I had to make because the situation was unclear. Alas... the more I talk, the more my heart bleeds... I haven't even counted the wear and tear of the steel and silver swords, I tell you..." Victor mercilessly launched Grandet's nagging at Angouleme's naivety of not knowing the value of firewood and rice.

Reality is not a game. There are no herbs scattered all over the ground for you to pick up. Some herbs cannot even be bought with money. Besides, carrying and storing potions are big problems. If they are stored for a long time, they will easily deteriorate with the preservation technology of this era. It is only by relying on the preservation function of the herbal bag that Victor can diligently stock up on various potions.

If it were another witcher, he would have to rely on swordsmanship to deal with the sudden situation last night. If he was injured, he would have to rely on the unstable quality of the strong medicine to save himself!

Grandet's teachings were so severe that Angouleme was speechless. He could only hurry on his way with a dusty face. It continued until after noon, when the city of Ellande was in sight.

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When entering the city to pay the fee, Victor noticed the gatekeeper's undisguised disgust for the stench. He smiled and raised a long string of evil ghost ears in his hand to greet him, which scared him so much that he stumbled back and almost slipped.

Angouleme covered his hood and followed Victor into the city at a distance. Shortly after entering the city, he stopped in front of the "Crippled Anton" inn and knocked the hilt of his sword three times before entering the store.

Hearing the knocking sound, Victor turned around and glanced at the sign and the girl, then continued to move forward.

This was his first attempt to walk as a witcher. Theoretically, this string of evil ears could collect the bounty at the city hall, but out of caution and to avoid unnecessary accidents, he asked Angouleme to keep a certain distance from him when entering the city and choose a place to settle down.

Also because he had to go to visit the Temple of Meliteli, and if everything went well, he would stay there, and Angouleme hated all temples, even if the one dedicated to the oldest goddess of love and peace, Meliteli.

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