Originally, Lan En felt that it should not be difficult, but now he suffered an unexpected setback.

Viselmir didn't seem to want to open up to him the most complete and profound knowledge of alchemy in the witcher community.

And it is obvious that his move has nothing to do with interests.

"Bear heart, Lan. You've scared Viselmir a little. ”

Lan deliberately slowed down and walked with Geralt to discuss. Together, they've solved a tricky curse, and the two recognize each other's character.

Good people always find good friends, in the process of them suffering and fighting bad people.

The milky-haired witcher knew what was going on.

"If you've told me in detail about your alchemy talent to this point, then I'd definitely suggest you approach Viselmir in a different way."

Lan was a little confused.

"What do you mean this is?"

Geralt didn't immediately respond to the young man's doubts, but looked at Lan's face with a smirk.

"Young. You're too young. ”

"You're not even young enough to get a chance to see a second Witcher apprentice undergoing a grass trial from a bystander's eye, do you?"

"Viselmir has presided over the Grass Trial for generations of witchers, and that scene is no less than witnessing hell to him!"

The sunlight between the shades of the trees swept across Geralt's calm face.

The spots of light don't make people feel warm, on the contrary, only a deeper cold.

On the third day, all but one of the boys, who had just turned 10, died. He was agitated by the sudden madness, and then fell into a deep coma in an instant. His gaze was glazed, and his hands were constantly grasping at his clothes, or waving them in the air as if they were about to grasp a quill pen. The sound of his breathing grew heavier and heavier; Cold sweat began to break out, and the skin became wet, sticky and foul-smelling. Then another drug was infused into the little boy's veins, and he had a seizure. This time, the symptoms were nosebleeds, a violent cough, and finally vomiting, until the boy collapsed completely and became motionless. ”

Geralt uttered the above in a tone as cold as an experiment report.

"Heard of it, right? This is a sighting report of the Grass Trial. ”

"I don't want to admit it, but the first group of demon hunters were born with the stupid ideal of saving humanity and destroying monsters. Let people like them inject poison into the children's bodies with their own hands, and then watch them suffer without sparing any detail, so as not to miss the moment when the reaction occurs. And even then, 7 out of 10 children will still be a mess. It has to be said that as a punishment, this is very creative. ”

Geralt laughed sarcastically.

"Guilt drives people insane, even when they have a noble sense of purpose to rely on."

"The Wolf School has no choice but to do it now, otherwise it will not conduct the grass trial again. This is the result of the unanimous agreement of the few remaining witchers. ”

"Not only that, but we also know that wizards are eager for the results of the witcher's research on body mutations, so Viselmir has been paying close attention to the research materials in this area."

After saying that, Geralt looked at Lan En, who seemed to understand something, and shook his head.

"Your talent for alchemy, and the projects you've been involved in, have scared Viselmir. He fears that one day, instead of a few rabbits, mice, or human corpses, will lie on your test bench, but"

Rather, Geralt didn't continue, but Lann could already imagine it.

"I'm not going to get that far."

Suddenly, the young man said to Geralt dryly.

Geralt nodded unsurprisingly.

"I know, and I believe. So for now, I suggest you don't have to do anything, just follow Viselmir for a while. ”

"This old guy sees people very accurately, and when he thinks you are trustworthy, you will naturally be able to achieve your goals."

"Anyway, I think you'll be fine."

Although the contact had not been for a long time, Geralt was as sure when he said that he believed in Lann as if he had eaten a few slices of bread at noon.

Lan En smiled at the white wolf for a moment, and then succeeded in causing the sturdy master witcher to stumble over the roots of the tree and nearly fall.

"The plague is above. The reflection of your hair is shaking me! ”

"Geralt, speak with your conscience, you just looked at my face!"

The conversation behind him was full of 'youthful energy', which made Viselmir's steps in front of him extremely brisk.

The corners of his mouth with old wrinkles raised an arc as a result.

The witchers know that at this distance, even if they lower their voices, they can't hide from the ears of their own kind.

So when Lane and Geralt were talking, they had already made a statement to Viselmir.

Lane is confident, and Geralt is convinced, that he is a witcher who can be recognized by Viselmere.

'Living Fossils' feels that the next few days will be very interesting.

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Brockleon's path was difficult, and without Brian's leadership, the witchers would not have been able to maintain their sense of direction while maintaining their speed.

Brian could always find hidden logs in the crevices of the ravines to build bridges and brave the swamps full of green duckweed.

If the demon hunters were to lose their guides, they would probably prefer to take a detour for hours, or even days, and not dare to take such a road.

In addition to the barrier of the natural environment, the man-made traps in Brock Leon have long become legends of the outside world.

The stumps and spikes in the deep pit are just waiting for leisure, and the self-activated bow and arrow poison needles are not uncommon.

There's also something called a 'hedgehog' – a huge sphere covered with spikes tied to a rope, and in unexpected ways, mostly sloped, falling and rolling to destroy everything in the way.

Geralt said 'overnight', and the four of them had already experienced it a few times.

Brian can always find a piece of terrain that can be insulated, and there is a high probability that dry ferns will grow on it. She does shrink into the witcher's side when she sleeps, leaning very close. But it was only for warmth, and there was nothing else.

When the dawn of winter slows down, they hit the road again.

During the day's trip, Brian paused again to look around.

The witchers had figured out that it was her internal marker of identifying some of the dryads.

Geralt sat down on a dead stump, while Viselmir taught Len some practical tips.

For example, how to divide the whole bottle of sword oil into a bulk that can be quickly applied to adapt to unexpected battles, and so on.

His complex sense of Lan En's alchemy talent couldn't stop him from teaching his juniors some useful little tricks.

And in this quiet and deep scene, a scream came out very suddenly.

Short, piercing, desperate screams.

The three witchers, one dryad, immediately reflexively went into a state of alertness, looking in the direction from which the scream came.

It only took a split second for the four of them to look at each other, and then they all began to move towards each other.

After passing through a dense evergreen bush, there is a layer of soil with a height difference of about 10 meters.

Underneath the four, a small man in a gray-blue jacket was in crisis.

His (or her) rat-gray hair was scattered in a frenzy of panic.

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