From Demon Hunter to Lord of the Empire

Chapter 122: Jeron: Take more bombs when you go out, bring more potions, bring more … Forget it, it’s all for you

Geron looked at Mossack, his apprentice had previously stated his appeal in the letter, he hoped that he could share the information of the second mutation of the Demon Hunter to the druid in front of him, help develop a way to improve the success rate of the Demon Hunter’s mutation, and make the existing Demon Hunter stronger.

There is no problem with these, improving the success rate of mutations itself is a protracted research topic of various demon hunter schools, as long as they have the opportunity, they will not let go, and it is always good to have more strength to tackle difficult problems together.

And the druid in front of him is said to be Rann’s teacher and elder, barely his own person, and his identity is also suitable, if he can be brought over, the griffin school will have a resident mage again.

It’s just that Jeron’s heart always feels a little surprised.

It is obviously his own scheduled apprentice – even if the other party comes first – but he has already said that he will come to Kelsiren for training!

Now not only has the itinerary changed, but also found an old elder to come and learn the technique of the demon hunter, what is this for, ah?

Kelda has been watching Jeron’s mood changes during this time, and he knows what is in Jeron’s mind without thinking at the moment, and takes the initiative to stand up and take Mossack away.

“When we first met, I was Kelda. He is the teacher who used to teach monster knowledge to the Gryphon School, and he is also the heir to all the magical knowledge of the current Gryphon School, and I think we can communicate about magic and mutation experiments. ”

Mossack glanced at Lane and Jeron and nodded slightly, he hadn’t heard Rann say that Kelda was the person, but the rich magic fluctuations emitted by the other party and the breath of the scholar could not be fake, and it was more important to get down to business at this time.

Watching Mossack and Kyle on the side, although Rann knew that there was such a demon hunter as Kelda in his previous life, this old demon hunter basically only lived in the background story, and he didn’t know anything about this person.

Perhaps seeing Rann’s doubts, or Jeron took the initiative to explain: “Kelda was the only survivor of the avalanche of the School of Destruction, and after that, he never left, only wandering around the town around the castle, guarding the ruins of Kelsien’s ruins from being invaded by adventurers and grave robbers.” He happened to be outside the last time I came back, so I didn’t know he was alive. ”

Rann listened secretly.

Obedient, another Grandmaster-level demon hunter similar to Vesemir? And according to the characteristics of the griffin school’s heavy law seal, this Kelda is a rare magic scholar among demon hunters, which is probably not a centenarian-level existence.

A secondary mutation demon hunter who has awakened the physique of the demon source; A Grandmaster Demon Hunter with hundreds of years of magical knowledge; Plus a demon hunter lord with the blood of the ancients.

What’s with this sudden feeling of expansion?

Looking at the unexpected son who didn’t know what he was thinking in front of him, Jeron took the lead in speaking with a complicated look in his eyes: “Lan, I heard about your country, I’m sorry, are you okay?” ”

Lan pulled out of his thoughts and shook his head: “There is no way to do this, the war between countries is not something that any of us can influence.” All I can do now is protect my only family and keep the hard work of those who died from going to waste, which is why I am writing to you.

Regarding my proposal in the letter, I would like to know your opinion. ”

In the letter, Lane not only proposed to share the improved Demon Hunter formula with Mossack, but also explained the idea of rebuilding the Demon Hunter Order with Geralt.

The only difference was that he told Geralt that Sintra had got the griffin, and to Geron, that Sintra had obtained the wolf.

But even so, Jeron refused: “I didn’t expect that the only two heirs of a country would become the unexpected sons of two schools of thought respectively… Fate is wonderful. But the Gryphon School will not get involved in politics, and the Kelsirens still need me to rebuild, and your country is up to you. ”

The support of one country may be invaluable to the schools of wolves, cats, and snakes, but the Gryphon school was invited by an endless stream of kings and politicians in its heyday, and Jeron of the Golden Age really saw the market.

And his cognition is still stuck in the demon hunter who did not completely reverse it a hundred years ago, and now he has not undergone enough social beatings, and if he changes Kelda, he may agree.

Although Jeron values Lan, the only apprentice, he will not spoil it too much, traveling the continent itself is a compulsory course for every demon hunter, and Lan is just a hundred million points different from others.

Unless Rann’s life is in real danger and needs to be saved, Jeron has no intention of going out of the mountain.

Cleaning up and rebuilding the Kelsiens is the first priority in his heart, and Jeron, who missed the defense of the Kelsiens and lost all his comrades, has long been determined to dedicate the rest of his life to the Kelsiens.

“However, your course is indeed a problem, and I can’t let a demon hunter who has not undergone any training wander down the mountain. ”

Jeron looked at Rann and said, “The magic note for contact is also put there first, if you encounter any questions outside, you can always write it down and find me to answer it, and…”

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

“That avalanche destroyed the school’s library and left the warlocks in ruin, who seemed to value their decency too much to gouge what was under the snow. Although most of the finished magic items and equipment have been destroyed, there are still many materials…”

Lane stepped forward, and even he was shook by the dense stuff on the table for a while-

In addition to the familiar Hive, Dancing Star, Dragon Dream, Moon Dust, and Demon Blocking Gold Bomb, there are also [North Wind] that can freeze enemies and [Demon Dust] that can release toxic gases. These bombs are not only numerous, but also look at the high-grade goods that have been upgraded in shape, which is not the same as those of the Geralt Society.

In addition to this, there are various potions, where Jaylon is presenting:

“There are also these [Tawny Owls] that can quickly replenish mana and physical strength, [Thunder] that enhances muscle strength, [Mapoli Forest] that accelerates adrenaline production, and [Patrick Elixir] that enhances the strength of Fa Yin…”

Saying this, Jeron was a little annoyed: “Bio-related materials deteriorate badly even if they are buried in the snow, so I don’t have mutants to make decoctions; After receiving your letter, I have been refining these things with Kelda, and I don’t have enough time to hunt monsters and obtain mutants. I will write to you about the production process of the specific decoction, and when you get the materials, you can tell me, I will open the portal to bring you back and ask you to boil…”

“By the way, and sword oil. But the materials used to make the sword oil have also deteriorated, and I have written all the recipes for you. I heard you say that you and the Wolf Pie are very close, they are better at this, you can talk to them about the production method…”

Jeron chattered, and told Lane what the toxicity of those potions was, and how to drink them with a dosage at a time.

“My second mutation awakened my magical talent, and this seems to be reflected in you. I’ve been learning about magic with Kedar recently. His knowledge reserve is very rich, and when we finish sorting it out together, he will compile it into a book for you, and you must also remember to study…”

Lane watched all this in silence, and suddenly spoke: “Jerron, teacher… When I’m done with Sintra, I’ll organize people to help you rebuild Kelsiren, you and Kelda can’t keep busy. I’m also from the Gryphon School, don’t worry, I won’t stand idly by. ”

Jeron smiled uncaringly: “You take care of your own affairs first, there are no small things between countries.” Don’t worry about me and Kelda, after all, neither of us has anything else to do, it doesn’t matter if you use a few years, a dozen years, decades or even hundreds of years, the demon hunter has a long life, you will know later. ”

“As for that Demon Hunter Order of yours…” Geron’s sighed after pondering for a while, “The Gryphon School does not participate in politics, but it can help its comrades. I also just learned that Kelda also has a disciple traveling outside, and if you come across him, you can go to his rescue, his name is…”

…………

On the very edge of Kodwin, in the Blue Mountains and above the Gwenrigu River, this is the corner of the civilized world, like Kelsiren, the “forgotten place” in maps and books.

Kelmohan, the base camp of the Wolf Demon Hunters, is located here.

Since Yennefer had never been here, they could not accurately locate the Demon Hunter’s Castle, they only teleported to the easternmost part of Edwin in Yennefer’s cognition, and the rest of the journey had to be over the mountains by horses.

Only now have they really reached their destination.

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

Looking at Geralt and his group, everyone’s faces showed smiles of different degrees and meanings.

Ciri silently counted in his heart: one, two, three, four, all with amber cat pupils, all are demon hunters, this is the first time he has seen so many demon hunters.

If they all had Geralt’s level, gathering together would probably be able to slaughter a small town or even a small city in a day.

They sat in a disorganized manner, but faintly centered around an old demon hunter with white hair. The appearance of the old demon hunter Ciri is difficult to evaluate. This strong contrast between a dull appearance but a spirited temperament was only seen in Mossack.

At this moment, the old demon hunter got up and walked towards the people who had just arrived in Kelmohan, hugged Geralt hard with open arms, and then smiled at Ciri.

He had a scar on his face that was exactly the same as Geralt’s, which ran through his left eye, but the smile at the moment made Ciri feel familiar.

“Hello, my name is Wiesemir. You’re 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 still standing silly, didn’t you see that the children and the lady were already exhausted? Do you still want me to serve you soup like a father takes care of a child!” ”

Geralt, who had always been expressionless outside, pouted very exaggerated at this time.

Before leaving to prepare the dishes, he pointed to two of the demon hunters present and gave Ciri a brief introduction:

One has short hair, and a scar runs from the corner of his eye to his cheek on his right face, and at this moment there is an unpleasant smile dancing on the scar. Geralt said, “He’s Lambert, he’s a bastard. ”

Lambert shot back unceremoniously: “I’m also glad to see you back alive again, White Wolf.” I’m even happier to see that you have finally decided to become a father and have two daughters in one go. ”

Geralt ignored him, and introduced Ciri to another demon hunter wearing a rivet leather armor with gray on a red background, the scars on his face were the most exaggerated, and three or four scars on the left half of his face almost completely tore the corners of his mouth and eyes:

“This is Escal, you may like him later.” ”

Escal didn’t speak, just nodded to this side.

And what about one more person? Ciri looked at the fourth demon hunter at the table, and the only demon hunter present who did not have a scar on his face.

Geralt didn’t seem to know him, and the temperament of this demon hunter was also incompatible with the other demon hunters present.

His half-length hair was neatly tied into a ball-shaped bun at the back of his head, his head and face were clean, and his clothes were neat. Although it was not as particular as the people in the city, it was far more than the other mercenaries in the hall, which reminded Ciri of his palace guards.

Ciri also noticed that he was also the only person present who really “sit” in a chair and used the dining table to eat.

Noticing Ciri’s gaze, the demon hunter stood up and saluted slightly.

“I didn’t expect to be able to witness this kind of thing for the first time in Kelmohan for the winter, which is really honorable. He smiled and said, “Hello ladies, I’m Cohen from Povis.” ”

The Demon Hunter badge around his neck was also different from the others, but Ciri recognized it as a griffin.

(End of chapter)