"Well, now we can conclude that this task is starting to get troublesome."

Lan En said, pulling out the witcher's potion from the alchemy leather pouch on his back.

Two bottles of [Cat's Eye] and two bottles of [Enhanced Swallow].

"Stop, Regis. Let them drink it, potions are much better for witchers than bandages. ”

A veteran surgeon who has operated on himself several times is very confident in this.

"Oh?" The eyes of the high-level vampire lit up curiously. He didn't even wipe the blood from his hands this time, and he couldn't wait to take the glass bottle from Lanen's hand.

"This is the alchemy potion that has been secretly circulated among the witchers? Ha! I've been curious about this rarity for a long time! ”

Although he said 'I've been curious for a long time', Regis didn't even take the opportunity to uncork the bottle and take two sips when he handed the potion to the two men.

His sense of proportion has always been comfortable.

Cohen was a little stunned and took the two bottles of potion, he didn't have contact with friendly and gentle witchers, but there really wasn't a colleague who could send two bottles of potions first in this situation!

"This—This is too precious! You are."

Do you have something you need me to help with?

Cohen thought so in his heart that he was careful not to pour the potion into his stomach, for fear of taking on the favor that he could not afford.

This should be the most reasonable explanation in his mind.

After all, even the friendliest colleague he knew would at most send him a bottle of potion when he was seriously injured and dying, to see if he could pull him back.

And now the wound on his waist, by the standard of a demon hunter, is really not a serious injury.

"I've saved up a lot of potions, and some of them are almost expired."

Len didn't have much thought about the witchers of the Griffin School, he just wanted to save someone.

And he also knows very well how to dispel the other party's doubts.

"You should help me dispose of the expired inventory, drink it with confidence."

Lan En waved his hand, his tone rather indifferent.

Cohen hesitantly looked at the two bottles of potion in his hand, and finally pursed his lips and poured them down.

"Goo~huh! Thanks, friend. I owe you a personal favor, and if you need it, Cohen of Corville will be waiting for you at the Wolf Faction's Castle of Kelmohan, ready to be dispatched. ”

"Kyle Mohan of the Wolf Faction? Are you familiar with the Wolf School? ”

Rann was slightly surprised when he heard the name of the place.

"Yes, I have discussed with the Wolf Sect's Grand Master Viselmir, and I will often spend the winter in Kelmohan in the future."

"Then you're welcome, I also have a good relationship with the Grand Master, maybe we can meet in Kelmo."

Lan reached out and patted Cohen on the shoulder, mutual friends were a good way to get closer.

On the other hand, the Gede of the Bear School is much more simply.

He took the potion vial without any fuss and dried it down.

After a while, his injuries were relatively mild, and even his physical strength was completely recovered.

"Great help, my brother!"

Gerd enthusiastically wanted to come over and hug Lane, but although the young man didn't mind fighting in the mud, he felt that Gerd's bear hug would get mud on his hair, so Lann still pushed Gede away very resistantly.

I shook his hand instead.

"Well, you're a little too enthusiastic."

Gede didn't think it was in the slightest.

"Or else, brother? I can't believe I'll be able to meet a Bear School witcher who has the same feelings as me at this time! I thought our witchers without castles were slowly dying! ”

Gerd was sure that if it were the 'normal people' of his own school, they would definitely watch him die and be indifferent. Even if he still wears the same necklace around his neck.

"Actually"

Rann also glanced at Regis.

"To my surprise, I was ready to deal with an emotionless colleague."

"Hah! This proves even more that Anahad bullshit doesn't understand! It is impossible for a killing machine without emotion to live long in this world! ”

Gede laughed.

The corners of Lan En's mouth twitched slightly, and he said in his heart that if he hadn't come quickly, your 'emotional' estimate would have been explained here.

But a self-familiar character like a dwarf like Gede is really annoying.

"You'd better retreat now."

Lan En looked at the two of them in a mess.

"It's safe to come here, and you've drunk [Cat's Eye] now, so darkness isn't a problem. I'm going to go on and finish this mission. ”

"No, let Cohen leave with this venerable doctor, and I'll follow you on the mission."

Gerd tucked the silver sword back into its scabbard and said with his hands on his chest.

"The two of us did a few days of investigation before entering the mausoleum, and although there was such a big fork, I think our intelligence should still be useful for the mission, and you can use me."

Ryan looked Gerd up and down with his pupils, which had turned pure black after drinking the potion.

The Bear Witcher looked at him with the same eyeballs.

"Okay."

After confirming that the other party's body was fine, Lan En nodded.

"Regis, excuse me. Let's take Cohen with us first, and wait for us at the entrance of the mausoleum. ”

The barber nodded, and walked away with the patient one foot deep and one foot shallow.

——

The Witcher always has to gather intelligence and information before the mission reaches the stage where it requires drawing a sword. This process is even more important than fighting.

In fact, Gerd and Cohen had been investigating outside the mausoleum for several days, only today they decided to enter the mausoleum and complete their mission.

"We are sure that the first people to come down died at the hands of the wraith, and the wounds caused by the wraiths are very recognizable, and we will not be mistaken. The sole survivor was insane, but his mouth was full of 'ghosts', 'spirits', and so on. ”

Gerd and Ryan walked in the dark, and although there were no torches, the two witchers walked much more steadily and quickly than before.

Cat's eye allows their optic nerve to see through the darkness.

"It's definitely a goblin, and there's no trace of any other monster at all. Cohen and I both think so, so we've only prepared measures to deal with the demons. But I didn't expect that. Damn it! These Sintraites don't seem to care about the mausoleum at all! Even the village cemetery won't have so many monsters! ”

Lan En listened quietly, this information was very useful, at least it could let him know that his mission was definitely to deal with the demon spirit.

Although Cohen and Gerd don't see through the political smell of the mission, they can be trusted as witchers for their investigative abilities.

"That's right."

Gerd is a man of many words, which is rare among witchers.

"I haven't seen you in Hainkawich yet, brother. Do you not go back all year round because you can't get along with the 'ice cubes' in the castle? Understand, actually, I am the same. ”

"Instead of wintering in the castle with those 'ice cubes', it would be better for me to camp directly in the Amer Mountains. Their hearts are colder than the snow on the mountains. ”

Gede said to himself.

Meeting a classmate with feelings, the Demon Hunter, made him a little unconsciously close.

But Lane glanced at him slightly, then scratched his cheek.

"Well, I haven't actually been to Hainkawich."

Gerd nodded.

"I'll just say it! That place doesn't feel good. Well?! ”

As if he had suddenly reacted to something, Gerd's eyes widened in a daze.

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