Witcher: I Can Extract Everything

There were three people who came over. They were the three Apprentices who were in charge of taking care of him.

Roval, who was walking at the front, jogged over and said, "Wizard Heath, Why are you here again? Didn't we say that we would prepare any food you need for you?"

As he spoke, he looked left and right, his eyes showing a bit of disdain.

Only the big-headed warriors were cooking in the square. The fortress had a fairly standard independent restaurant for spell casters. Not to mention Wizards, even Apprentices... even Knights with a slightly higher status would rarely come to such a place.

Heath said, "It doesn't matter. It's the same wherever we eat."

Roval and the other two wanted to say something more.

However, Heath had already made up his mind. "Alright, I can decide what I want to eat for lunch. The three of you can go back."

After saying that, he no longer paid attention to the three of them. He picked up the fire tongs by his side and poked them into the charcoal fire. He took out a roasted potato from the inside, tore open the charred skin, and started to eat it with the charcoal ashes without any dislike.

His approachability once again made the warriors respect and even feel flattered. This world's class perception was imprinted in the bones. There was always a layer of separation between the superior and the inferior. That was the existence of identity recognition.

It was not that there were no Wizards like Heath who could naturally mingle with ordinary warriors, but that was also extremely rare.

"This..."

Roval and the other two looked at each other. Even Heath stayed behind, how could the three of them leave?

As a muggle, Peter was the first to accept reality. He suggested to the other two, "In that case, let's eat here too and see if we can help."

The remaining two were unwilling to say anything.

Soon, the food was served.

The vegetables were beef, mixed with potatoes and radishes, and boiled in the pot until they were rotten. Finally, special spices were added. It was a very common cooking method, and the special part was that the spices here were specially made by Wizards, some magic ingredients were mixed in, and they had some effects that could restore physical strength.

The beef that came out like this was fat but not greasy. One bite was like it was melted in the mouth, and a unique taste that was mixed with spices gently filled the entire mouth.

When the food was consumed with spices, one could feel the obvious warmth in the lower abdomen as if a ball of fire had been ignited. An endless stream of power flowed through their limbs and bones to their entire body. The fatigue on their body dissipated in an instant.

Sam shouted at Palandi, "Pointy-eared, take out your fruit juice. Don't be so stingy!"

The teams that dined here were all combat troops that took turns. Although Robert's rule was strict, the rest days would let the soldiers relax.

Palandi took out a wine flask. After the lid was opened, a refreshing fragrance of flowers filled the air. Mixed with the fragrance of soil, making people feel as if they were in a lush forest.

This was the Forest Heart Wine of the Elf clan, a specialty of the Elf clan.

Palandi found a few clean oak cups and poured them for the few of them. Most Elves were mysophobic and would not give their wine sachets to others, no matter how noble the other party's status was.

Sitting on half of the wooden stake, Heath ate the boiling beef and drank the Elf wine, indulging in the exotic military style, relaxing his body and mind.

At this moment, he no longer thought of himself as a Wizard. Instead, he thought of himself as a warrior on the frontline, enjoying the life of a warrior.

Although Heath was obsessed with magic and was called a magic madman by the outside world, he was not prepared to let his life be just magic. Using magic to experience all kinds of life pleasures was what he really wanted to do.

When he had time in the future, he was prepared to go to the secular world to live for a period of time. He would do nothing but purely experience life as a mortal.

He wanted to become a Knight, a painter, a carpenter, or even a farmer. He wanted to feel the passage of time and experience growing old slowly.

As a Wizard, he felt that it was best to experience everything. As a Wizard, he also had ample time to experience these things.

An ordinary life also had the essence of an ordinary life. Perhaps he could learn something from it.

"Lord Heath."

At this time, a human Knight came over with a glass of wine and asked, "I heard that the recruitment of warriors has encountered difficulties recently. Is this true?"

The other warriors beside him also started to discuss.

"Speaking of which, it has been a long time since I saw any new recruits coming to the Bloody Fortress."

"Isn't that so?"

"The new recruits sent over from the white highland two days ago were less than a thousand people, and I heard that their quality wasn't good."

"Wizard Heath, can you tell us about it?"

Everyone looked at Heath.

Heath nodded. "Recently, the source of the warriors has indeed been a little tense."

Recently, there had been many waves of Wraiths in a row, and many of the combat troops had been lost. The follow-up troops were also somewhat unable to keep up with the pace.

Pausing for a moment, he explained, "But this is only a small matter. Commander Robert is already coordinating with them. The Bloody Fortress is related to the survival of the entire West Coast. The rulers will not just ignore it."

Everyone's expressions calmed down.

Sam cursed, "Hopefully we can resolve this as soon as possible. We alone won't be able to defend this sh*tty place."

...

After lunch, Heath went back to his room to take a nap. Then, he got up and went to the military conference room of the fortress. He had a military conference to attend this afternoon.

He had just arrived at the corridor in front of the conference room when he heard Robert's curse coming from inside.

"Damn those White Highland motherf*ckers, are they tired of living? They dare to send just anyone to me!"

"If something goes wrong, will Malado be able to bear the responsibility?"

"They are not capable of fighting bravely, but they are more and more cunning. These d*mn b*stards, they should all be sent to the final judgment!"

Heath walked into the military conference room and saw a circle of military generals gathered in the conference room. Robert was currently in the office in the inner room, throwing a tantrum at a few military officers, banging the table loudly.

Heath found a familiar general among the crowd and walked over to ask, "Wizard Baxter, did something happen?"

Wizard Baxter turned his head. "Wizard Heath."

He then explained, "What else? Isn't it because of the new recruits?"

Heath was puzzled. "Is it really that bad?"

Wizard Baxter nodded, "Yes, there are more than a thousand warriors. There are only three Wizards, less than fifty Apprentices, and less than a hundred Knights. Most of them are Apprentice Knights, and there are even two hundred farmers among them."

Heath's mouth dropped open.

Although he had heard that there was a problem with the army sent by the White Highland, he did not expect it to be so ridiculous. Was this not just a perfunctory response?

Baxter said angrily, "The White Highland is too much!"

There were people who did the business of killing people, but no one asked about the business of losing money. The Bloody Battlefield had sent people and contributed, but there was basically no return. Naturally, it was not welcomed by the rulers everywhere.

Over the years, there were rulers who tried every means to avoid and reduce the number of conscription, bargaining over the number of conscription warriors and supplies, sending crooked melons and cracked dates to fill in the numbers, and so on.

Of course, sending farmers like this... Was still relatively rare...

Da! Da! Da! Right at this moment, heavy footsteps sounded, and Robert, who had lost his temper, walked out of the inner room.

He said with a dark face, "Let's have a meeting!"