Viselmir turned his head to himself and began to walk towards the basement of Kylemohan.

The old witcher led the young witcher all the way down.

Lan noticed that there was a clear dividing line on the dimly lit staircase, and the building materials above and below the dividing line showed very different degrees of oxidation and weathering.

"When used as a military fortress, the deepest part of Kellmohan was limited to this."

Viselmir saw Lane's inquiring desire, and although the old man didn't even look back, he could hear Lanne's pause and confusion just by the sound of footsteps.

"And the lower position has already been excavated during the Demon Hunter Order. That's why there is a difference in the degree of oxidation. Because the period of that period as a military fortress is quite old even in terms of the age of Keelmohan's existence. ”

Further down, the staircase leading to the basement grew darker and colder.

It made Lan En regret wearing only a silk shirt a little.

Fortunately, his [Second Heart] and Gene Seed felt the change in body temperature, and adjusted their physiological activities in time, and the cold only bothered Lan En for a short time before disappearing.

The spiral-shaped stone staircase has no gauntlets or railings at all, and if you fall down, it is impossible for a normal person to keep dropping a few bones.

But considering that either a high-level warlock or a demon hunter who has completed the mutation has come here, this seemingly dangerous staircase is estimated not to have been stained with blood.

It was only at the bottom of the staircase that Viselmir took a torch from the wall and lit it with the [Ignifa Seal] with a 'poof'.

"I didn't know Kylemohan was so short of fuel. Although the castle is located in the middle of the Blue Mountains with countless timbers. ”

Lan En complained angrily.

"Why didn't you light a torch when you went down the stairs just now?"

Viselmir just glared at the bear cub.

"It's kind of my habit to walk in the dark every time I come in here to get used to it."

"Adapt to what?"

"I said, 'Darkness.'"

Viselmir pulled a necklace-like key from his collar, which was mixed with his wolf school insignia, and the old witcher had to struggle to separate them to remove them.

"You don't always carry this key?"

Lan En suddenly took a sip.

Viselmir pursed his lips and replied, "I'd rather have Alzheimer's and forget the key exists, child." Truth or say. If I hadn't promised you."

As the key approached, a keyhole suddenly appeared in the stone brick wall where there seemed to be nothing in front of him.

It's a magic door, and there's a magic key to go with it.

With the insertion of the key, the outline of the door frame suddenly emerges from the stone brick wall that had been tightly knit.

Viselmir pushed the door open with a heavy blow.

Then he took off the torch on the wall and led the way.

Along the way, he used the torch in his hand to light the lighting along the way.

Braziers or hanging torches.

Eventually, as Viselmir lit up the basement, which was as vast as the hall of the castle of Kelmohan, the young witcher finally knew why the old witcher was so secretive about it.

In the various utensils that have long been dusted, decayed, and oxidized, there are things like dried corpses in rusty iron cages.

It was so shriveled that Lan couldn't tell what kind of species it was.

Some of these iron cages are stacked together, and some are placed in the middle as if they were being studied.

Others hung directly from the ceiling with iron chains, until time eroded everything, and the steel chains were also corrupted by oxygen and water, breaking apart, smashing the cage and the dried corpses inside to the floor.

Many bookcases, as well as cluttered desks, were placed in this basement, and some desks even had uncovered inkwells and unreturned quills.

Of course, the only reason these decaying and fragile things remain intact until now is that no one has touched them.

Lan glanced at Viselmir as he walked ahead, the old witcher's expression just as he had guessed.

Resistant, heavy.

If it wasn't necessary, he really didn't want to come down, not until the day he died.

"It's not monsters in these cages, it's people, children. Those dried corpses were people. ”

Viselmir's voice was slightly dull.

"The mutation experiments of the Witchers, who went from the prime of their thirties to the ten-year-old of their infancy, were originally designed to produce monster hunters who were efficient and cost-effective than dispatching troops. And in the process of establishing the formula and locking the age range of the receptors, human life is a consumable. ”

"At first, they experimented with strong men with combat experience, hoping that with a punch of potion into their veins, a powerful witcher who could tear griffons would immediately pop out."

"From the time this absurd and ridiculous idea was proposed to the time it was abandoned, the wizards spent more than a hundred lives."

"And similar ideas are endless, every mistake has to die, and many people die to eliminate the wrong answer."

"But even so, it cannot be denied that this group of wizards originally conducted research for the noble ideal of 'a life free from the threat of monsters for humanity.'"

"But it is precisely because of this that the lofty ideals make it all more sad."

Viselmir sighed in the crypt-cold basement, the heat turning into a white mist escaping from his mouth.

"Let a group of wizards with ideals constantly hurt and torture others in the process. Isn't that also a form of torture for their own minds? ”

So many wizards didn't make it to the end and went crazy. There are also those who commit suicide, there are those who go berserk and are purged, and there are those who experiment on themselves."

"Seriously, I thought that this basement must have been subjected to powerful magic, so that a bunch of resentful spirits could not be born."

Viselmir shook his head, and lit the last brazier still lit in the basement.

"It was also from the moment when the mutation formula and process were finally determined that the last thread that the remaining warlocks held was broken."

"Arzu and Malaspina, along with their students and friends, disappeared one after another, and the witchers have since lost their stable magical assistance."

"The warlocks who instigated the mob to attack together would not have been able to last more than half an hour in the hands of any of the warlocks who were studying in this basement before."

"But on that day, I only managed to save my life by lying under the bodies of my brothers and teachers."

"That's all there is to it, kid. I've put it all here, along with the equipment of the Grass Trial, and I'll never open it again unless someone really has to become a witcher. ”

Viselmir tucked the torch in his hand into the iron hoop on the wall and turned to Lanne.

"The records of the warlocks' research, the notes of Arzu and Malaspina, the original version of the alchemical body of knowledge of the witchers. Everything is open to you. ”

The old witcher frowned, pursed his lips to endure the discomfort in his heart, and pointed to the bookshelf beside Lan En.

"That's the reward for our 'old wolves'."

"And I'll be here to assure you, Viselmir."

Without the slightest hesitation, Lan En stepped forward and stared into Viselmir's eyes and said.

"I'm not going to be the kind of person you fear."

(End of chapter)