Witcher: I Can Extract Everything

"Partridge?"

Heath was stunned at first, then he thought of something.

He asked in confusion, "Winston?"

During this period of time, it could be said that he had a conflict with him, and he had the right to transfer him to the front line. After thinking about it, the only one who could do that was the huge Partridge family.

Cullen didn't continue to talk about it, but said apologetically, "I don't mean to make things difficult for you, but... Ah, I hope you can understand."

Heath nodded. "I understand."

After all, this was a world dominated by Wizards. Without any endorsement, a human general like Cullen had very little authority.

Cullen probably felt a little apologetic, so he thought for a while. He then helped to guess. "Among all the outposts, the Valley of the Dead is relatively safe. I think that since they chose to let you go here, they should only mean to give you a beating. Maybe there is still room for change. You might as well try to communicate with them?"

Just as Cullen had guessed, Winston sent people to visit Heath's residence that evening. He directly said that if Heath did not want to go to the Valley of the Dead, they could change the mission at any time.

Of course, Heath insisted on the previous choice and refused again.

Surrender?

This was impossible. Not to mention the previous problem had not been solved. Moreover, if he did not promise that he would simply surrender after being beaten up by others, wouldn't that only make people look down on him?

However, he still had to give some response to this matter. Otherwise, people would think that he was easy to bully, and afterward, they would cause a lot of trouble.

But what should he do...

After thinking for a while, Heath finally came up with a solution, which was --

Treat others to a meal.

After sending away the people sent by Winston, he immediately asked Martha and the others to prepare a dinner party. He invited almost all the generals in the fortress who could speak, but only Winston was missed.

Everyone was also very respectful. Most of the people who received Heath's invitation came.

The dinner party was themed with a farewell act. Naturally, there were guests at the party who asked where Heath was going. At that time, he conveniently said that he was being transferred himself to the Valley of the Dead.

A military staff officer being sent to the frontline was strange no matter how one looked at it. As long as one paid attention to it, one could basically know the cause and effect of the matter.

Robert's management of the army enforced that the most taboo thing for one to do was to use their power for personal gain, especially this kind of insidious and backhanded thing.

This was also a method that could not be helped. One had to be hard in order to forge iron. If others really did not dare to provoke him, they still needed to have enough strength to hold the initiative in their own hands.

This matter also gave Heath a reminder.

During this period of time, he had really been a little high-profile. With only the strength of a Wizard, he was not worthy of his current reputation. It was best to keep a low profile.

The day after the banquet ended, Heath did not delay. He immediately boarded the carriage and headed to the Valley of the Dead...

...

Before Heath left, at Winston's mansion.

Winston's servant had just reported to Winston about Heath's banquet.

After listening to the servant's description, Winston's expression was very surprised.

He said in disbelief, "You're saying... that this young Wizard rejected me once again and even held a banquet to publicize the matter of me roping him in?"

The servant said, "Although he didn't say it explicitly, he did imply it."

Winston's expression darkened.

He cursed in a low voice, "Self-righteous thing!"

The servant asked, "Then why don't we..."

Winston shook his head. "There's no need to provoke Robert. Let's end this matter here."

After a pause, he snorted lightly. He said disdainfully, "He's just a muggle. He thinks so highly of himself just because he has a bit of talent and luck. Let him be this kind of shameless and self-righteous thing. He won't become a great man."

"Partridge's flag doesn't contain trash!"

...

A few days later, in a forest in the northwest of the Bloody Wilderness.

Da da da...

The sound of horse hooves echoed in the dense forest, and a convoy slowly passed through it.

It was a convoy with a strange composition. There were more than twenty members, including humans, Elves, and Dwarves. They formed a convoy, escorting two carriages in the middle of the convoy.

On this trip to the Valley of the Dead, besides Heath, there was also the Elf Princess Irina whom they had met at the banquet that day.

This Elven Princess played the role of the spiritual leader of the Elves in the Bloody Battlefield. Whenever she had nothing to do, she would go around to comfort the warriors and cheer them on.

Recently, the Valley of the Dead was in a tight situation and the fortress could not provide much support, so they asked the Elven Princess to go there to calm the warriors down.

Since Heath was also going there, he naturally went along with them. At the same time, he wanted to reduce the security pressure on the Elven Princess. Recently, the fortress could not spare too many people to organize guards for the Elven Princess.

In the carriage, Heath was quietly reading a book.

Along with him were Martha and the other two. As Heath's Apprentices, they naturally followed him wherever he went.

At this time, Martha was building an ice summoning spell [Ice Elemental Guard] from a magic book, but it was obviously not the main point. She chanted the spell several times but could not release it.

Beside her, Roval and Peter started to pay attention to her.

"Focus, you have to focus on chanting the spell!"

"I'm already very focused, okay?"

"It's not a matter of concentration, it's the model. The model has a problem. Have you checked it carefully?"

"I built it exactly like in the book, okay?"

Martha pouted angrily.

At this moment, Heath, who was next to her, said without raising his head, "Change the arrangement of the third ring's Krivette to Suval's arrangement and try again."

The three of them were stunned.

Martha closed her eyes doubtfully and entered her spiritual sea, making changes to the model according to Heath's words.

After a while, she opened her eyes and raised her hands to chant the spell again.

Unlike the situation where she collapsed halfway through the spell, a large number of ice elements rolled over and slowly gathered on the coffee table. Not long after... a palm-sized ice creature formed.

Martha widened her eyes. "It really works!"

"How did it work?"

"Wizard Heath, can you tell me the reason for this?"

Heath put down the book and explained, "The circulation of the elements in Krivette's arrangement is weaker, so it's more suitable for mid and low-level talents. Martha has a high-level talent, so the arrangement of Krivette will only backfire for her. The arrangement of Suval, which has a faster circulation, is just right."

The three of them suddenly understood.

"It's too amazing... just listening to the situation from the side, you can understand it like the back of your hand..."

"Is this the level of a Wizard..."

"I really hope that one day I can become like Wizard Heath... No, I'll be satisfied if I can have one-tenth of Wizard Heath's knowledge..."

The three looked at Heath with admiration.

Although he did not have any master-disciple status with the three of them, Heath would occasionally answer some of the questions they encountered in magic practice as a reward for taking care of him.

Just then, the sound of 'bang bang bang' came from outside the window, followed by an honest voice. "Lord Heath, Captain Aaron asked me to ask you, is it okay for us to set up camp here today?"

Half of his head appeared outside the window. It was the Dwarf, Sam, who was sitting on a horse's back and was already trying hard to straighten his body.

After knowing that Heath was going to be transferred to the Valley of the Dead, Sam volunteered to join Heath's guards. Heath also felt that this honest and honest big beard was very appetizing, so he agreed.

Heath raised his head and looked at the bright sky outside.

He asked curiously, "Is it too early to set up camp now?"

Sam said, "Captain Aaron said that the Boneyard is just ahead. There might be Wraiths there, so it's not suitable to set up camp at night. We'll rest here for a night and set off early tomorrow to go straight through."

Heath said, "Alright then."

It was better to leave the professional matters to the professional people.

The convoy stopped. The guards set up camp and the woodcutters quickly built a decent camp in the open space. The guards present basically had the strength of Knights, so building a camp was a piece of cake.

"Arrant, go outside and set up some Holy Spirit Pollen. Although we're not at the Boneyard yet, it's still a precaution..."

"Kedo, have you finished picking the mushrooms..."

"Someone chop down a tree, or there won't even be a place to rest."

In the middle of the empty space, a brown-haired Knight in his thirties was commanding the guards to set up camp. This was Knight Aaron, and the leader of this team was an advanced-level Knight.

"Captain Aaron!"

At this moment, Heath walked over.

Knight Aaron hurriedly trotted over to greet him. "Sir Heath, do you have any orders?"

It could be seen that his attitude was quite respectful.

Knight Aaron came from the Underdark Treesea, and his hometown happened to be near the Kingdom of Navi. A few years ago, he almost met with an accident during the war. In the end, his family hid in the Kingdom of Navi and survived. Therefore, he respected Heath very much.

Heath said with a smile, "Look at my outfit. Can't you guess it?"

At this time, Heath was wearing green leather armor, and a cross sword was slung on his waist. He looked like a warrior.

Knight Aaron said, "Sir, do you want to practice your sword?"

Heath nodded. "Are you free?"

After receiving Robert's advice that day, Heath seemed to have a sudden enlightenment, and he immediately found the direction of Knight training. Recently, he had also increased the intensity of training, and whenever he had some time, he would find someone to practice his sword to improve himself.

The effect of training after having a direction was very significant. These days, Heath clearly felt that his swordsmanship was improving by leaps and bounds.

He had a feeling that he was not far from the 'Sharp Sword Realm' mentioned by Robert.

...

After resting in the forest for a night, the next morning, the convoy continued its journey and soon arrived at the Boneyard.

However, the convoy ran into trouble here...