Witcher: I Can Extract Everything

After coming to the Valley of the Dead, Heath felt that he had come to the right place.

The elemental content here was already extremely shocking, and the things that grew here were mostly high-level materials and high-level demonized creatures.

In addition, because of the pollution, these precious materials were usually not visited by anyone, and they were everywhere. Basically, every time he went out, he could easily find them. These were things that were worthless in the eyes of other Wizards, to him, who had the system, all of them were treasures for improvement.

In just two weeks, Heath's mutation rate had increased by 2%.

And this was only one of them.

Attributes, knowledge, soul energy, mutation value, searching and extracting time and time again, each time giving Heath a large amount of bonus.

And in this process, his strength was also increasing day by day...

...

A few days later, the Valley of the Dead, camp.

After finishing the morning hunt, Heath returned to the camp.

It was lunchtime, the soldiers in the camp were all cooking. Bonfires were burning in the camp, and smoke was rising.

Seeing Heath come in, the warriors who were waiting for the opening quickly got up to greet him.

"Sir Wizard!"

"Sir Wizard, you're back?"

"Thank you for your hard work."

The news of Heath saving Ogden's squad had quickly spread in the camp after they returned. His act of righteousness had earned him the favor of the warriors. Now, no matter where he went, he would be treated respectfully by the warriors.

Even the guards who came with him quickly blended into the warriors of the camp and mingled with them.

"What do you have to eat today? Venison?"

"Fire Deer. The fortress just sent it over. Sir, are you going to eat here?"

"You don't want me to?"

"Hahaha, we are flattered."

While chatting casually with the soldiers, Heath also sat down in front of a bonfire. He took out a dagger and cut a piece of venison that was available. Then, he began to eat.

In this era, although there were exquisite plates, bowls, and other porcelain tableware, most of them were only in the upper class. The warriors at the basic level usually ate directly. For example, a whole deer was put on the fire and burned. If they saw a piece that they liked, they would cut it off and eat it. If they could not eat it at the moment, they would find some leaves to wrap it up.

The Fire Deer was a famous delicacy. Its meat was fresh and tender. After being smoked and roasted by the campfire, its skin was crisp and crunchy. It tasted fragrant and delicious.

"Teacher!"

While Heath was enjoying the delicious food, a shout suddenly came from behind. He turned his head and saw Peter, one of the three Apprentices arranged by the fortress.

At this moment, he was running towards him with a letter held high in his hand.

As he approached, Peter panted and said, "There's a letter for you. It was just sent by the fortress. Several of them are Count Cullen."

"Count Cullen?" Heath was slightly suspicious. As he spoke, he put the dagger with a piece of meat in his mouth and bit the dagger to free his hand to take the letter from Peter.

It was an apology letter.

The letter explained to Heath that he had no choice and that he was sent here because he was forced to. He hoped that Heath would not mind waiting for him.

There was a Magic Stone badge of the treasure house in the envelope. Heath opened it and saw that there were 50,000 Magic Stones in it.

He could not help but be curious. "Did anything happen at the fortress recently?"

Although he had been sent here under Cullen's orders, it had nothing to do with the human Count. Previously, he had only been arranged to shirk his responsibilities. Now, he was apologizing and giving gifts. What was going on?

Peter shook his head. "I don't know."

If Heath had asked the other two Apprentices, they might have been able to get some information out of him. However, this Peter had been focusing on his cultivation all day long. Other than Heath, he was the only one in the entire camp who knew nothing about the outside world.

However, the other warriors were obviously more well-informed. As long as it was in a place where people gathered, it was impossible for there to be less gossip.

Hearing Heath's question, a few voices suddenly came from below.

"Over at the fortress? I don't think so... Oh, right, I heard that Commander Robert has returned recently."

"I think he even lost his temper when he returned and punished a Wizard."

"That's the Young Master of the Partridge family. I don't know how he offended Sir Robert, but he was beaten up by Sir Robert."

Heath suddenly understood.

It was obvious that the mystery had been solved.

It was probably because when Robert came back and saw that he didn't investigate further, he started to investigate Winston's abuse of private power. Count Cullen saw that the situation was bad, so he hurriedly sent him a message of goodwill.

'This Commander... really thinks highly of me...' Heath, who knew the whole story, also felt a little emotional.

After all, no matter how weak Winston was, he was still a pureblood, and he was also a member of the famous Partridge family. Yet, Robert was willing to go against the Partridge family for the sake of a nobody like him... It was truly not easy.

Of course, perhaps he was thinking too much. Robert had come out to teach Winston a lesson simply because he could not see sand in his eyes. However, wasn't this rarer?

No matter what, he was still a Commander worthy of respect.

Heath silently made a note in his heart.

"Give me a pen."

Immediately, he took out a note and immediately wrote a letter. He handed it to Peter. "Tell the raven to bring it back quickly."

This was a comforting letter. It was given to Cullen. The whole thing had nothing to do with him. Now, he was apologizing and giving money. He couldn't just hold on to it, could he?

Although Cullen was only a human, he was also a branch member of a Wizard family. He had to give him some face.

This matter passed just like that. Heath didn't take it to heart. After all, he felt that since Robert had already appeared, no matter how unwilling Winston was, it was impossible for him to make things difficult for him.

However, what surprised Heath was that he had guessed wrong. It was not that he had guessed wrong about Winston, but that he had guessed wrong about the development of the matter...

...

The next morning after the letter was sent back, Heath was meditating in the tent.

Every morning, Heath would have a routine meditation, and then he would go out to collect the materials that could be extracted. Today was no exception.

Just as he finished his meditation and was about to put out the Purifying Candle, a voice came from outside.

"Teacher, are you there?" It was still Peter from yesterday.

Heath lifted the curtain and walked out. "What's the matter?"

Peter said honestly, "Viscount Carson asked me to come over. He hopes that you can come over."

Viscount Carson was the Commander of this unit.

Heath asked, "Do you know what it is?"

Peter scratched his head and said, "It seems that there is a mission."