"Sure enough, the ideal is very plump, and the reality is very skinny!"

After dissecting the last ghoul, Huck sighed in disappointment.

The two-handed broadsword with a strip of blue cloth wrapped around its hilt was finally found, and it was stuck in the chest of a Nephgaard.

Morris is not around, and there is a high probability that he is still alive.

With the strip of blue cloth already dyed red, Emily was able to cast the Locator Charm.

That is, of course, if she regains some of her magic.

Taking advantage of this gap, the young witcher excitedly dissected all the ghoul corpses.

Twenty-one kills in total, ten of which were charred by the sorceress's fireballs, leaving nothing left.

The rest of the corpse, after being dissected, obtained a lot of alchemical materials, including venom extract, monster fur, monster eyes, ghoul blood, monster ears, and monster hearts.

Unfortunately, Huck didn't have any of the things he wanted most, mutation inducers.

What's even more hateful is that the sorceress actually has to divide half of the alchemy materials.

Hearing the witcher's sigh of disappointment, Emily, who had just opened her eyes from meditation, laughed, and said with a teasing expression:

"I thought witchers were savages, and I didn't think there was such an alternative like yours who liked to pretend to be elegant.

The ideal is very plump, the reality is very skinny, this sentence is very charming! ”

The demon hunter, who had collapsed his mentality, ignored her, thinking that he could dig some mutation inducers from the ghouls and replenish the depleted skill points, but he found nothing, and the huge gap made the man feel extremely frustrated.

"It's hard for ordinary low-level monsters to find mutation inducers, it's normal." Seeing his dejected look, Viselmir tried to explain.

The old witcher's words of comfort made Huck feel even more uncomfortable.

In order to kill the so-called ordinary low-level monsters, he has fought hard, and if he doesn't have his thighs by his side and encounters a powerful monster, what should he do?

The power of the magic seal is not enough and needs to be upgraded, and the swordsmanship has a great effect and needs to be upgraded, if you want to refine high-level alchemy, you still need to upgrade...

All of this is empty talk without skill points.

There aren't enough mutation triggers!!

The positioning spell was successful, and several people quickly determined their bearings.

Digging into the forest to the north of the battlefield, and going straight into the woods, they found an abandoned log cabin hidden by weeds and dead branches.

The witchers found many traces outside the house, proving that a large man had taken refuge in the house.

Under the supersensory ability, the sound of heavy breathing in the room can be heard clearly, indicating that the people inside have noticed the noise outside.

In order not to cause misunderstanding, the herbalist stood outside the house and shouted, "Morris, are you inside?" ”

Hearing the shouting, the sound of breathing first paused, then became heavier, and a moment later, a weak, surprised voice came out.

"Tomera, is that you? Oh my God, I thought I'd never see you again~"

With the sound, the door moved, as if to open it, but immediately stopped again, and the voice came out again, with unease and vigilance.

"Who are the people around you? Who's with you. ”

"It's my friends, I entrusted them to come to you~"

Listening to Tomera's words, Morris did not move immediately, he seemed to hesitate, but finally chose to trust the herbalist.

Crunch~

When the door of the house in disrepair opened, there was a toothache sound, and a bald man staggered to the door.

Seeing the big man standing at the door, burly and tall, with his head almost reaching the door frame, Huck secretly complained in his heart, isn't this a weakened version of Rayso?

The strong man was unusually weak, his body was frighteningly hot, and he had a deep wound on his abdomen, which had festered and become inflamed due to untimely treatment.

Coupled with the lack of food and water in the past few days, and the fear of not being able to rest well, Morris's physical strength has reached its limit.

Half a day later, I'm afraid the gods won't be able to save him.

The bald man who relaxed down, rolled his eyes, and before he could say a word, he fainted, if it weren't for Huck's quick eyes, this benevolent brother would probably have hit the threshold directly, and he would have whined on the spot.

The herbalist immediately rushed to the rescue, and the kind sorceress also used what little magic power she had left to help.

Morris, who was in a critical situation, finally saved his life with the concerted efforts of the two women and was temporarily stabilized.

"He is still not through the dangerous period, he has to recuperate, he needs a quiet environment, and he needs to be taken care of."

After checking the injuries, Emily immediately came to a conclusion.

Sorceresses can heal with magic, and they are also highly skilled in healing, even better than ordinary healers or herbalists.

"I was able to use magic to temporarily stabilize his condition, but without absolute recuperation, he would still be dangerous."

"What then?"

Tomela also saw the seriousness of the situation, and she looked around and looked at the dilapidated wooden house.

"The doors and windows of the wooden house are dilapidated, and they are too close to the battlefield, and they are located in the middle of the forest, which is very dangerous." Viselmir saw the woman's thoughts, and immediately dismissed the thought, "We must get out of here before dark. ”

"Anyway, I have to take the children to the Blue Mountains, so it's better to take him with you, and when the time comes, someone will be able to take care of him."

Hearing Emily's words, Huck's heart moved, and his eyes couldn't help but look at Viselmir.

The old witcher was stunned for a moment, then a happy smile broke out on his face, and Huck felt a little sour at the sight of his heartfelt laughter.

If you don't come here, you're in the original direction of history.

This old man, who had been thinking about revitalizing the Wolf School all his life, did not see a trace of hope until the end of his life.

None of his three disciples supported his idea, let alone helped.

And today, he finally has the opportunity to get what he wants.

"But before I could tell the children, they weren't prepared at all..."

"Ready, how else to prepare?" Emily coldly interrupted the herbalist, "The Nilfgaard is taking you to the barracks tomorrow. ”

"If you're gone, what about those kids? Becoming a street child again? ”

I don't know why, the sorceress is like a different person, her words are sharp and aggressive.

"And, you're gone, who's going to take care of Morris? You saved him, and then left him to fend for himself? ”

"Viselmir has already said that he will not force them to become witchers" Seeing the appearance of Tomera's six gods, Huck understood her concern and interjected in time.

The slander and belittlement of witchers in the world has made many people unconsciously prejudiced against this profession.

I thought that this woman who was willing to speak up for the witcher would be different, but now it seems that she is thinking too much.

"With its mountains and rivers, material abundance, remoteness from war, and the teachings of a veteran master witcher, Kyrmohan is the best place to belong for these homeless children."

"In the meantime, you can go with you if you want, I know you don't want to go to the army." Looking at the woman, he saw that she still looked hesitant, and the witcher was a little angry.

"Besides, this is a prior agreement, and it is also the reward for this entrusted mission, you won't want to regret it, right?"

"I'll find a way to pay you" Tomilla gritted her teeth, and finally chose to refuse, "I've heard about you, you use children for experiments, and in the end you can't survive, I can't..."

Rumors are fiercer than tigers!

Seeing the resolute look on the woman's face, Huck already understood that it was useless to say anything, she had no intention of fulfilling the promise of the commission at all.

The previous hypocrisy and grievances were just to let everyone give her a day job.

Thinking of this, anger welled up in my heart.

No one can play witchers at will, at least not with themselves, and this matter is related to the revitalization of the school, and it can't be abandoned halfway.

Thinking of this, he raised his left hand and drew an intricate Dharma seal in front of the herbalist out of thin air, and as the Dharma seal took effect, the leather gauntlet glowed white and flickered.

With a slight push of his left hand, mysterious runes flew out of his palm and imprinted into the eyes of the stunned and frightened woman.