From Witcher to Lord of the Empire.

Chapter 122 Jielong: Bring more bombs, more potions, more... Forget it all to you

Geron looked at Mossak. His apprentice had stated his appeal in the letter before. He hoped that he could share the information on the second mutation of the demon hunter with the druid in front of him, so as to help research out ways to improve the success of the witcher's mutation. rate method, and a recipe to make existing witchers stronger.

There is no problem with these. Improving the success rate of mutation itself is a protracted research topic of various witcher schools. They will not let it go as long as there is an opportunity. It is always good to have more strength to tackle difficult problems together.

The druid in front of him is said to be Lann's teacher and elder, and he can barely be regarded as his own, and his identity is also suitable. If he can win over, the Griffin School will have a resident mage again.

It's just that Jielong always felt a little taste in his heart.

Obviously he was the apprentice he had planned—even if the other party came first—but he had already agreed to come to Kyle Siren for training!

Now not only has the itinerary been changed, but an elder has also been hired to learn the skills of a witcher. What is this for, huh?
Kelda has been watching Geron's emotional changes during this time. He knows what's going on in Geron's mind without thinking at this moment, and he took the initiative to stand up and send Mossak away.

"It's the first time I've met, I'm Kelda. I was the teacher of the Griffin School who was responsible for imparting monster knowledge in the past, and he is also the heir to all the magic knowledge of the Griffin School today. I think we can have a good exchange about magic and mutation experiments."

Mossac glanced at Lann and Geron, and nodded slightly. He hadn't heard Lann mention Keerda, but the strong magic fluctuations and scholarly aura emanating from the other party couldn't be faked. At this time, business is more important.

Watching Mossack and Kelda aside, although Lan knew that there was such a demon hunter as Kelda in his previous life, this old witcher basically only lived in the background story. I don't understand at all.

It may be that he saw Lan's doubts, or Geron took the initiative to explain: "Kelda was the only survivor in the avalanche that destroyed the school, and he never left after that, only wandering around the towns around the castle, guarding The Kell Siren ruins are no longer being violated by adventurers and grave robbers. He happened to be outside the last time I came back, so I didn't know he was alive."

Lan En was secretly speechless.

Hey, is he another master-level demon hunter similar to Vesemir?Moreover, according to the characteristics of the Griffin School's heavy seal, this Kelda is a rare magic scholar among the demon hunters, and he is probably not a century-old warlock-level existence.

A secondary mutant demon hunter who has awakened the physique of the demon source; a grand master demon hunter with hundreds of years of magical knowledge; plus a demon hunter lord with ancient blood.

What is this sudden swelling feeling?

Looking at the unexpected son who was thinking about something in front of him, Jieron said with complicated eyes: "Lan, I heard about your country, I'm sorry, are you okay?"

Lan En pulled out of his thoughts and shook his head: "There is no way to do this. The war between countries cannot be affected by any of us. All I can do now is to protect my only family. Don't let the hard work of the sacrificed person go to waste, that's why I wrote that letter to you.

I would like to know your opinion on the proposals in my letter. "

In the letter, Lan not only proposed to share with Mossack the idea of ​​improving the Witcher formula, but also explained the idea of ​​rebuilding the Witcher Order that Geralt said.

The only difference is that he told Geralt that Cintra had got the griffin, and told Geron that Cintra had got the wolf.

But even so, Geron still refused: "I didn't expect that the only two heirs of a country would become the accidental children of two schools... The fate is really wonderful. But the Griffin School will not get involved in politics, and The Kyle Sirens still need me to rebuild, your country is on your own."

The support of a country may be precious support for schools such as wolves, cats, and snakes. However, in the heyday of the Griffin School, there were an endless stream of kings and politicians. Over the market.

Moreover, his cognition is still stuck in the demon hunter who has not completely turned around a hundred years ago, and he has not yet experienced enough beatings from society. If it was Kelda, he might agree.

Although Jielong valued Lan En as his only apprentice, he would not spoil him too much. Traveling to the mainland itself is a compulsory course for every demon hunter. Lan En's travel content is only a billion points different from others.

Unless Lan En encountered a real danger to his life and needed emergency treatment, Jie Long had no plans to go out of the mountain.

Cleaning up and rebuilding the Kyle Siren is the top priority in his mind. Jaron, who missed the defense of the Kyle Siren and lost all his comrades, has long made up his mind to dedicate the rest of his life to the Kyle Siren.

"However, your course is indeed a problem. I can't let a demon hunter who has not received any training wander down the mountain."

Jieron looked at Lann and said, "The magic note for contact is also put with you first. If you encounter any problems outside, you can write it down and ask me to answer it at any time, and..."

Geron turned sideways slightly, revealing the table behind him, which was filled with various bombs and potions.

"The avalanche destroyed the school's library, leaving the warlocks disappointed. They seemed to value their decency too much to dig under the snow. Although most of the finished products of magic props and equipment have been destroyed , but there are still many materials..."

Lan En stepped forward, even he was dazzled by the dense things on the table for a moment——

Bundles of various types of bombs, in addition to the familiar Honeycomb, Dancing Star, Dragon's Dream, Moon Dust, and Demon-Blocking Gold bombs, there are also [Northern Wind] that can freeze the enemy, and [Devil's Wind] that can release poisonous gas. dust】.Not only are these bombs numerous in number, but they are also high-end products that have been modified and upgraded in appearance, which is not the same as those that Geralt knows.

In addition, there are bundles of potions of various colors, and Jielong is introducing them there:
"There are also these [Tawny Owl] that can quickly replenish magic power and physical strength, [Thunderbolt] that enhances muscle strength, [Mapoli Forest] that speeds up the production of adrenaline, and [Patui Elixir] that enhances the strength of the seal..."

Speaking of this, Geron was a little annoyed: "Even if the materials related to biology are buried in the snow, they will deteriorate badly, so I don't have mutants to make decoctions; after receiving your letter, I have been refining them with Kelda. These things, there is not enough time to hunt monsters to obtain mutants. I will write to you about the specific decoction process. After you get the materials, you can tell me. I will open a portal to bring you back and call you cook..."

"By the way, there is also sword oil. But the materials for making sword oil have also deteriorated. I have written all the recipes for you. I heard you said that you are very close to wolf pie, and they are better at this aspect , you can share with them how to make it..."

Jielong babbled, and asked Lane how toxic the potions were, and how to match the dose to drink at a time.

"My second mutation awakened my magical talent, and this seems to be reflected in you. I am currently learning about magic from Kedar. His knowledge reserve is very rich. After we sort it out together, we will compile it into a book Here you are, you also have to remember to study..."

Lan watched all this silently, and suddenly said: "Geron, teacher... When I finish my work on Sintra, I will organize people to help you rebuild the Kel Siren, you and Kelda I can't do it personally. I am also a member of the Griffin School, don't worry, I will not stand by and watch."

Jielong smiled indifferently: "You should deal with your own affairs first. There are no trivial matters between countries. Don't worry about Keerda and me. After all, neither of us has anything else to do. After a few years, It doesn't matter if it's ten years, decades or even hundreds of years, the lifespan of a demon hunter is long, you will know later."

"As for your demon hunter sect..." Geron sighed after pondering for a while, "The Griffin School does not participate in politics, but it can help its comrades. I just found out that Kelda also has a disciple Traveling outside, if you meet him, you can help him, his name is..."

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The outermost edge of Kaedwen, in the Blue Mountains, above the Gwynrich River, is a corner of the civilized world, and like the Kell Sirens, it is a "forgotten place" in maps and books.

Kaer Morhen, the stronghold of the wolf hunters, is located here.

Since Yennefer had never been here before, they couldn't accurately locate the Demon Hunter's Castle. They only teleported to the easternmost part of Kaedwen, which Yennefer knew, and the rest of the journey had to be crossed by horses. ridge.

Only now did they actually reach their destination.

The horseshoe stepped on the stone road in the courtyard, making a crisp sound, and the gate of the castle was pushed open, attracting the eyes of the demon hunters who were drinking and chatting inside.

Looking at Geralt and his party, everyone had smiles of varying degrees and meanings on their faces.

Ciri counted silently in her heart: one, two, three, four, all of them had amber cat eyes, and they were all demon hunters. This was the first time he had seen so many demon hunters.

If they were all at Geralt's level, they might not be able to massacre a small town or even a small city in one day.

They sat in disorder, but they all vaguely centered on an old witcher with white beard and hair.The old witcher's appearance was difficult for Ciri to judge.Ciri had only seen this kind of strong contrast between a dull appearance and a high spirited temperament, only in Mossak.

At this moment, the old witcher stood up and walked towards the crowd who had just arrived in Kaer Morhen. He opened his arms and hugged Geralt vigorously, then smiled at Ciri.

There was a scar on his face that was exactly the same as Geralt's, running through his left eye, but at the moment when he smiled, Ciri felt kind.

"Hi, my name is Vesemir. Are you Ciri, Geralt's accidental son?

I didn't expect him to actually bring you back. There must be a lot of stories in it—Geralt, why are you standing there, didn't you see that the child and the lady are exhausted?Do you want me to serve you soup like a father takes care of a child! "

Geralt, who had always been expressionless outside, curled his lips exaggeratedly.

Before leaving to prepare the tableware, he pointed to two of the demon hunters present and gave Ciri a brief introduction:
One with short hair and a scar running from the corner of the right cheek to the cheek. At the moment, there is still an unpopular smile dancing on the scar.Geralt said, "He's Lambert, a bastard."

Lambert shot back unceremoniously: "I'm also glad to see you come back alive, White Wolf. I'm even happier to see that you have finally decided to be a father and have two daughters in one breath."

Geralt ignored him, and introduced another witcher to Ciri, who wore a red-backed gray-patterned leather armor with rivets. The scars on his face were the most exaggerated. The three or four scars on the left half of his face almost made him The corners of the mouth and eyes are completely torn:
"This is Escal, you may like him in the future."

Escal didn't speak, but just nodded towards this side.

What about another person?Ciri looked at Demon Hunter No. 4 at the dining table, the only one present without a scar on his face.

Geralt didn't seem to know him, and the witcher's temperament was incompatible with the other witchers present.

His half-long hair was neatly tied into a ball-shaped bun at the back of his head, his head and face were neatly tidied up, and his clothes were also very neat.Although not as fastidious as the people in the city, they were far superior to the other mercenaries in the hall, reminding Ciri of his own palace guards.

Shirley also noticed that he was also the only person present who really "sat" on a chair and used the dining table to eat.

Noticing Ciri's gaze, the witcher stood up and gave a slight salute.

"I didn't expect to be able to witness this kind of thing as a guest in Kaer Morhen for the first time. It's a great honor." He said with a smile, "Hi ladies, I'm Coen from Povis."

The witcher badge on his neck was also different from the others, but Ciri recognized it as a griffin.

(End of this chapter)