After hearing about Kalkstein's research results, Wayne was overjoyed.

This project has been in the works for several years since it started three years ago.

Because of the encounter with Kodwin a few years ago, Wayne got to know several capable warlocks, and he had great favors for them, coupled with the rapid development of the Wayne Chamber of Commerce, it can barely be said that he wants money and people now

Pharmaceutical costs increased by more than ten times?

What kind of problem is this? For the noble Lord Wayne, the problems that can be solved with money are not problems.

He picked up the syringe and found that the needle of the syringe was still retractable, and the needle was still made of meteoric iron, of excellent quality, directly controlled by a button, and would not break or be damaged in the process of carrying.

"You've done a great job, Kalkstein, and I'll give you another 500,000 Orun research funds and some other recipes."

"You hurry up and develop the injection types of other drugs as soon as possible, and I will satisfy you if you ask for money or people."

Half a million Oren? Kalkstein was overjoyed, a number he had never imagined before.

This is what this warlock likes most about Wayne, the boss, he never said anything when he asked for money, but he was much better than the superior who picked and searched when he was studying at Ban Ard College, and he never checked the accounts, and he was simply an angel investor in the minds of all researchers.

But then, the middle-aged warlock touched his chin with some embarrassment and said:

"Boss, it stands to reason that there is a successful precedent, and the follow-up pharmaceutical research should be much faster."

"However, if you want to research a new Witcher potion, you must have a Witcher as a research subject to try the new potion."

"Otherwise, there is no comparative effect as research data, and if you want to advance this research, the research and development speed will be more than ten times slower, and it may take several years to develop a new formula."

"Even if there are no witchers, I can get a few living people to make samples, otherwise, I don't dare to guarantee that I will succeed."

Hearing this request from Kalkstein, Wayne, who has also learned a lot of magical knowledge, also knows very well that scientific research experiments require a rigorous attitude, which is not vexatious, but a very reasonable request.

He pondered for a few seconds and said:

"This request of yours, you still need to wait for a while, I will bring back a batch of death row prisoners to provide to you first, as for the witcher, it is estimated that it will take a while, it is impossible for me to let my companion become your experimental subject."

Kalkstein touched his beard with some disappointment, but he was quite satisfied with the fact that he was able to get a large amount of research funding, he nodded, and said with some impatience:

"So be it, boss."

"I'm going back to the lab, I'll keep up with the progress of the research, I've already taught my assistant how to make injectable potions, if you need to make these potions, just let him take care of it."

After saying these words, the male warlock, who liked to study, did not have the idea of greeting his boss, and his mind was full of his own experiments, and soon left the council hall and went to his own research room.

Since joining the Witcher Order a few years ago and settling in the safe place of Kyle Mohan, there is no useless socializing, no trivial troubles, and all the material needs of food, clothing, shelter and transportation, the caravan of the Wayne Chamber of Commerce will handle it well.

Such a simple and efficient life has made Kalkstein love here.

Even if he leaves here for something in the future, the good salary given to him by the Order will allow him to live a prosperous life.

After Kalkstein left, Wayne, who stayed in the conference room, was no longer in the mood to continue to deal with chores with his subordinates.

After sitting in his seat and thinking about what happened in Sintra, he left the huge castle of Kellmohan alone, and took advantage of the authority of the Lost Lock to enter a cave about a dozen kilometers away from the castle.

The cave is located in a dense forest, the terrain is quite secret, and there are several powerful magical barriers as barriers, even Triss and Viselmir, the two wielders with the secondary control ring, do not know that there is a place in the lock.

Of course, as a spellcaster, if you want to cast a spell in the Lost Lock Enchantment, unless your own strength has exceeded the limits of the Lost Lock, otherwise, they will not be able to mobilize the magic power in the Lost Lock.

And the ability to use magical enchantments to conceal in this cave was obviously with Wayne's permission.

After passing through several barriers, Wayne entered a large, bright cavern filled with magically made lighting equipment and many high-end household items, where several young servants were cleaning up.

Seeing Wayne come in, a middle-aged male warlock wearing a cloak with only his face showing his face put down the book in his hand and immediately greeted him.

He first bent down and saluted, and then said with a respectful expression:

"Lord Wayne, welcome."

It is a warlock with a blue and purple demon tattoo on his face, and his appearance is similar to that of the Fallen Warlocks who wreak havoc around the world.

However, judging by his expressions and movements, he is not crazy and paranoid like a fallen warlock, but reveals a wise gaze.

Wayne nodded at him and asked in a calm tone:

"Carlos, are you on duty today?"

The male warlock who was called Carlos nodded, but he was not very good at words, but said with some nervousness:

"Yes, Lord Wayne, this was arranged by Lord Sill, and each of the eight of us will take a day off in turn, and by the way, we will be responsible for the guard and maintenance of the barrier."

Wayne waved his hand, signaling Carlos not to be nervous, then nodded and said:

"Don't be nervous, Carlos, we're just a mercenary relationship, not a master-servant relationship."

"As long as you faithfully work for me for thirty years, I will definitely help you out of the grip of the forces of hell and give you back your freedom according to our contract."

When Carlos heard this, no matter what he thought in his heart, his expression immediately became full of gratitude, and then he bowed again and said:

"Thank you, Lord Wayne, we will definitely work hard for you."

Wayne nodded, not caring about Carlos's true thoughts, and continued to walk towards the interior of the cave.

This cave is his secret base to hide the eleven degenerate warlocks captured when he was destroying the demon king Bal's clone, and Yennefer, as a special case, has been returned to freedom by him in the subconscious.

The twelve members who can be selected by the Hell Demon King Baal as the Expansion Spatial Rift are among the best among all the fallen warlocks.

They are different from other miscellaneous fallen warlocks, all of them are the elite of the demon king Baal who used his power to corrupt the mind himself, so he will continue to serve Wayne and serve him as his master after Wayne has eliminated the soul will of Baal in his body.

Although the hell magic in Wayne's body is now sealed and he cannot use this power freely, this does not prevent him from being able to control these fallen warlocks.

However, as a barely good Witcher, Wayne did not permanently take away their freedom, but signed a thirty-year pact of allegiance with them as a condition for saving them after relieving some of them from control.

After all, even if Wayne really wanted to give them back their freedom, he couldn't do that until he had fully mastered that part of the hell magic in his body.

After a few more minutes of walking, he came to a large, bright laboratory, where a number of male warlocks in different costumes were standing in their respective experimental areas, concentrating on their own research, not even noticing Wayne's presence.

Beside them, there were all kinds of corpses, from evil spirits, griffins, water spirits, and of course many humans.

In addition to these corpses, there are also some living specimens, which are being tied to the experimental table with a sluggish expression, undergoing various studies.

As a powerful Master Witcher, Wayne's steps are quite light, and if he wants to, he can even walk around anyone like a Master Assassin without making a sound.

Instead of disturbing the warlocks who were studying, he walked down a long corridor to the back of the experimental area, in a large room that was relatively spacious and decorated like a study.

A plump and slender beauty, with her hair scattered behind her, was with a serious expression, holding some reports in her hands, sitting on the desk and reading them constantly.

After seeing Wayne come in, the sorceress didn't show much enthusiasm, but her serious and indifferent expression narrowed slightly, nodded at the witcher, and said:

"Mr. Wayne, welcome."

Wayne's eyes first glanced at the snow-white and plump skin on the other party's chest, then nodded with a smile and replied:

"Ms. Schill, you're still working so late, thank you."

The sorceress Schill didn't mean to greet Wayne, she stood up, then stretched out her hand to invite Wayne to sit opposite her, handed the report in her hand to Wayne, and said in a non-hurried tone:

"Mr. Wayne, I invited you here this time because a study you commissioned us has already produced quite mature results and is ready to be experimented."

"Although we can't guarantee 100% security, we can guarantee a success rate of more than 90%."

"I hope you can arrange a demon hunter to conduct experiments as soon as possible, so that we can also leave more experimental data for a higher success rate in the future."

Wayne listened to Schill as he picked up the study report that the sorceress had handed him.

At the top of this report, it is clearly written in the lingua franca of the wizarding world, about the experiments and research on the secondary mutation of witchers.

He didn't answer Schill's question immediately, but first carefully read the experiment report in his hand, which was not very thick, and used his considerable knowledge of magic to deduce the experimental steps and results.

He found that Schill's research was indeed well established and matured, and it had reached the stage where it needed to see results.

Seeing this, he felt in his heart that his decision to take in these degenerate warlocks was very wise, and at the same time, he was also thinking in his mind, who should be the first test subject of this secondary mutation experiment first.

Although it is impossible for the sorceress Sir to exaggerate in front of him and make unfavorable moves in front of him because of the influence of the power of the demon king Baal, there is still a possibility of failure in ninety percent of the certainty, and he can't let people who are too close to him take risks.

After thinking about it, I gradually had a candidate in my mind.

It just so happened that Gaitan, a member of the Cat School, was returning from Towson to report to him the latest information about the Fairy Tale Kingdom.

Wayne decided to use this opportunity for a second mutation as a reward for Gaitan, a rather honest toolman.

If the secondary mutation is successful, it can also be used as a bait to attract the Cat School Witchers who are about to come to inspect the Demon Hunter Order, increasing the attractiveness of the Order.

Anyway, he still has a lot of life-saving props in his hand, and even if Gaitan has an accident, he will definitely be able to save his life.

This guy has been blessed in Towson for several years, and he is already treated very favorably.

After making a decision, Wayne put down the report in his hand, a warm smile appeared on his face, and said in an appreciative tone:

"He is truly an elite whom both Principal Margarita and Madame Francisca greatly appreciate."

"Lady Sill, among the many sorceresses, you are one of the few women who still stick to the job of a spellcaster, and there is no one who is keen on power."

(End of chapter)