Witcher: I Can Extract Everything

There were two items on the wooden tray. One was a beautiful gemstone necklace and the other was a garland made of many small flowers. There was a pure white flower in the middle of the flowers.

Heath looked at the strange white flower and suddenly understood everything:

Holy Spirit Flower.

This was a rare holy material that had a very strong effect of purifying the soul.

Shirley had the succubus bloodline, so she could not control her own desires. However, if she used the Holy Spirit Flower to make a potion, it could effectively cleanse her desires and solve this problem.

At this moment, Shirley's voice sounded again.

She warned arrogantly, "I took a fancy to this Holy Spirit Flower first! Don't cause trouble!"

It was like a leopard cat showing its fierce fangs when its prey was being targeted by other predators.

Heath frowned.

In fact, although the Holy Spirit Flower was expensive, its use was very simple. It was an important treasure for a Wizard like Shirley, but it was not very valuable to him.

His purpose of coming here did not include the Holy Spirit Flower, so it did not matter if he gave it to Shirley.

However, her bossy attitude was really...

Although they did have a special relationship, it was only physical. It was purely a mutually beneficial relationship, and no one owed each other anything.

It was not that they could not discuss things properly. There was no reason for her to teach him how to do things right from the start?

After thinking about it, he calmed down and tried to communicate with her. "Correct your tone and attitude. If you talk nicely, I can consider giving in."

Shirley's eyebrows shot up in response. "You're playing with fire!"

Damn it! He had just asked, and he had already been rejected!

Heath retracted the smile on his face with a lack of interest and said calmly, "Then there's nothing more to say."

Shirley's expression turned cold. "Are you trying to start a war!?"

As she spoke, a ball of invisible dark energy was naturally released from her body. It even made the crowd beside her shudder unnaturally. They looked left and right with puzzled expressions.

Heath said, "If you think so, then so be it."

The conversation ended on bad terms.

The conflict between the two sides reached an impasse.

After a moment of silence.

"You'll regret it!"

After dropping this threat, Shirley withdrew the dark aura from her body and retreated into the crowd.

Heath could not help but twitch his lips.

In fact, according to his character, he would not easily fight with others for a moment of anger. If it were any other Wizard today, he would not have made a bad impression because of the other party's attitude. After all, he was not prepared to kill her.

But it was Shirley who could not do it.

It was also because of the special relationship between the two sides.

Although the two sides agreed on a mutually beneficial relationship with equal status, he was still a man, not to mention that the female side had always taken the initiative. Now that others had taken advantage of him, he still had to lick their face and send it to them? That was really...

It was as if he was a prostitute...

In the end, he had only become a Wizard for a short period of time. He could not be like other Wizards who were purely rational.

Just like other Wizards who could eat a girl's heart without caring about anything, he could not.

It was the same here. Other Wizards might feel that it was fine to let someone else have sex with them, but Heath could not accept it.

He continued to wait on the spot.

Soon, Baron Garcia and his servant came over with horses. It was a pure-bred Hiram, white in color. It was covered in a layer of silver-white armor, and there was a long conical lance beside it.

The tournament in Allund was not much different from the tournament in most parts of the world. There were two parts, namely the horse battle and the foot battle.

The first one was horse and spear tournaments. It was a three-hundred-yard-long track where two fully-armed Knights charged at each other through the fence with spears in their hands. The winner was shot down.

There were five rounds in total. Winning three rounds in a row was considered a promotion.

After waiting for a while, Heath received the notice to go on stage.

"Heath, don't be nervous. Your warhorse is the best horse in all of Helan. Haha, yes, what did I say? Yes, don't be nervous..."

Baron Garcia went down after a round of nagging.

Heath kicked the belly of the horse lightly and left the player area to enter the arena.

At this moment, he was wearing a full set of silver armor, and his warhorse was also dressed in silver. His left hand was holding a red and white kite shield, and his right hand was holding a long wooden Knight spear.

As the sun shone on him, he was really majestic and had an extraordinary temperament.

"What a handsome Knight!"

"I applaud you! Please accept my praise!"

The girls outside the fence were immediately attracted by Heath. The open Helan women did not hesitate to send flying kisses and shouts. It was indeed rare to see someone as handsome as him among the contestants.

This angered Heath's opponent.

The armor on this fatty who weighed at least 300 pounds and the warhorse he was sitting on was both higher-grade and stronger than Heath's. One look and one could tell that he was a rich young master.

Seeing that Heath was well-received by the ladies, he, who was full of jealousy, immediately said angrily, "Pretty boy, I will knock you off your horse!"

Heath raised his long spear and skillfully shook out a spear flower. "Bring it on!"

Clang!

With a bell chime, the competition began.

Heath pulled down his helmet and mask, raised his kite shield with his left hand, and raised his Knight's spear with his right hand. He kicked the horse's belly with his heel, and the warhorse that was in pain began to sprint forward.

At the same time, the other side also did the same thing.

Accelerate!

Accelerate!

Accelerate again!

With the neighing of the warhorse, the two Knights quickly rushed towards each other.

At the moment they passed each other, Heath skillfully blocked the opponent's spear with his kite shield, and at the same time, he stabbed his spear towards fatty.

Peng!

There was a muffled sound.

The wooden Knight's spear exploded on fatty's hard armor, and the tricky angle of the spear just so happened to stab into fatty's armpit diagonally, directly pushing him off the warhorse.

Boom!

A loud sound rang out as wood chips flew in all directions.

His weight of 300 jin, coupled with his heavy armor, created a large hole in the fence beside him. As for fatty himself, he simply fainted.

One shot to win!

The audience cheered!

"He won! The handsome Knight won!"

"What Amazing marksmanship!"

Baron Garcia and the valet hugged each other excitedly.

After a short rest, the second round soon arrived.

The opponent this time was a young man with a similar figure as Heath. Judging from his skillful horsemanship and smooth marksmanship, it was obvious that he had received rigorous training. It was very likely that he was an Apprentice Knight.

Among all the players, an Apprentice Knight could be considered as a top-quality player. However, compared to a real Knight like Heath, he was inferior.

At the same time, when both sides' warhorses crossed each other, Heath used his kite shield to block the opponent's attack. At the same time, he thrust his Knight's spear into the opponent's chest and once again knocked the opponent off his horse.

Another victory with one shot!

The crowd was in an uproar:

"What amazing marksmanship! Another victory with one shot!"

"Black-haired Knight! Black-haired Knight!"

Even the nobles in the audience could not help but cast their attention to them.

Among them were the two noble ladies who had pointed the way for Heath by the lake, Tiffany and Elsa.

Tiffany was the first to recognize Heath. She quickly pulled Elsa who was next to her. "Elsa, look, it's that black-haired Knight from the forest that day. He really came to participate in the tournament, and he seems to be pretty good!"

Elsa was also a little surprised and said, "It's indeed unexpected. Not only did he win against that fat pig, Walter, but he also knocked Aliman off his horse."

Tiffany said, "He will advance if he wins another round!"

While the two of them were talking, Heath's third opponent went on stage.

It was a thin and small young man. His armor that was as rough as an iron sheet and his warhorse that was as thin as a mule all indicated his identity: a wandering Knight who was trying to make a name for himself in this tournament.

However, after witnessing Heath's first two matches, the thin young man no longer had any hopes of making a name for himself.

Although he mustered up the courage to ride his horse into the arena under the urging of the people on the field, his gloomy expression still indicated his depressed mood at the moment.

Clang!

The bell rang, and the match began again.

No matter how unwilling he was, the man still raised his long lance and kicked the small horse as he rushed towards Heath.

At the same time, Heath also followed the same pattern and continued to rush towards his opponent.

Accelerate!

Accelerate!

The distance of 300 yards disappeared in a flash.

The two sides approached each other.

Heath skillfully drew his lance and raised his shield, preparing to strike a decisive blow according to his usual routine.

On the other side, the man who had basically given up had only raised his spear in a symbolic manner. He did not even raise his kite shield, instead placing it by his side. He was already prepared to not fall so badly when he was knocked off his horse.

The outcome seemed to have been decided long ago.

But at this moment.

Hu hu!

The fierce sound of rushing wind could be heard.

A gust of cold wind suddenly swept over from the competition grounds, wrapping around the skinny man and his warhorse as though they had eyes.

Under the influence of this gust of chilly wind, the skinny man and his warhorse actually miraculously increased their speed by a huge chunk. The long spear that pierced out was as swift as the wind, and even turned into a streak of light!

This sudden scene gave Heath a fright.

At the critical moment, he hurriedly dodged to the side to avoid the man's charge, but the kite shield in front of him was still grazed by the man's Knight's spear.

For a moment, there was only a bang, and the kite shield was sent flying.

"Wow!"

"So... So powerful!"

The entire audience was in an uproar!

Everyone was stunned by the sudden outburst of the thin man's spear.

Even the thin man himself was stunned on the spot with an expression that said, "I'm actually that powerful?"

On the other side, Heath raised his eyebrows.

He lifted his helmet and mask and turned his head to look at a direction in the audience.

In the middle of the crowd, Shirley was maintaining the posture of casting a spell with one hand hidden under the wide and large cloak. Strong magic power was wrapped around her body.

She looked at Heath coldly, her eyes full of warning!