Poverty Relief Position

With the right index finger bent, magic flowed, and a surge of heat rose from the heart, shooting out through the right hand.

Igni Sign.

"Foo~"

Sparks of intense heat ignited and ignited.

Ailin lit the torches in front of the altar one by one in the order of water, earth, air, and fire.

After mentally opening the Witcher's Handbook, he awaited the changes to occur.

The story of how the Swamp Hag traveled from another world is certainly intriguing.

Faced with the inevitable demise of their school of thought and the inevitable death of their souls, the most crucial question becomes how to further enhance their own and their school's strength.

Furthermore...

The Witcher's Handbook doesn't speak, and the traces of the Swamp Hag or the Conjunction of the Spheres don't provide much useful information.

In the end, they will only get stuck in a guessing game, delaying their important business.

"So, let's put it aside for now. There are plenty of mysteries surrounding the Witcher's Handbook, one more won't make a difference." Ailin comforted himself, then activated the Wolf Emblem's magical perspective.

The amount of free magic in the air was significantly higher than in the previous two days.

The stars twinkled and rotated around the Circle of Elements.

Like the Milky Way in the sky.

Seeing this, Ailin felt more confident.

Unfortunately, ten minutes have passed.

In the Witcher's Handbook, the cooldown time for Conjunction of the Spheres has been reduced by ten minutes.

"So there really aren't that many loopholes to exploit?"

Ailin sighed regretfully, then turned and walked towards the Rock Troll's camp after disconnecting from the magic perspective.

As he left, he kept looking back at the large pit.

Obviously.

Ailin wasn't as forgiving of the Swamp Hag's time-travel story as he claimed.

When they arrived at the troll camp, the Big Stone, the Broken Stone, and the Little Stone had finished eating the rotten flesh and were standing side by side on the road.

"... Witcher... friend... troll... moving things..."

Seeing Ailin approaching, several Rock Troll quickly came to greet him.

"Belch--"

When Broken Stone walked over, it paused and couldn't help but let out a burp.

The unique, putrid stench of rotting flesh instantly enveloped Ailin.

"Bang!"

Before Ailin could react, Big Stone immediately reached out and tapped the Broken Stone.

"... Broken Stone... it deserves to be hit..."

Then, ignoring the Broken Stone's reaction, he smiled sheepishly at Ailin and said:

"... Witcher... friend... troll... moving things..."

Ailin nodded gently and led the three Rock Troll toward Old Spearhead's cave.

Rock Troll are cave creatures by nature and have some night vision. They did not object when Ailin led them into the cave.

"Bang~ Bang~ Bang~"

The slight tremors of the earth caused by the trolls' footsteps reminded Ailin of the traces that resembled the Conjunction of the Spheres, and he asked:

"Has anything strange happened near your camp these past two days?"

The Broken Stone and the Little Stone looked completely bewildered.

Big Stone paused, tilted his head, and thought for a moment before saying:

"... the ground shook... the sound was loud... Little Stone... I can't sleep..."

When the Little Stone heard his name, it stared blankly at him with its tiny, beady Little Eye. When it realized that no one was paying attention to it, it followed the Broken Stone step by step.

The ground shook, and the sound was loud...

So an "earthquake" did indeed occur near the Circle of Elements... Ailin stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and then asked again.

"Big Stone, do you remember when the ground shook?"

The Big Stone stopped again, tilted its head, and pondered for a while before saying:

"... It's so dark... it's so bright... it's so dark... Little Stone can't sleep..."

One black, one bright, one black...

So it just so happened to be the night the trial ended.

No, it shouldn't be a coincidence.

My previous guess was probably right; the change was caused by the Witcher's Handbook absorbing energy.

The Circle of Elements is the connection point where the Conjunction of the Spheres. The magic power was instantly cleared, causing the space at the connection point to become unstable, which is perfectly reasonable.

Following this line of reasoning, perhaps the Swamp Hag comes from the world on the other side of the connection point?

So, "Ritual: The Flesh Giant" also comes from another world?

Is it really that much of a coincidence?

Ailin lowered his head in thought, and after a moment he noticed three pairs of eyes fixed on him, so he looked up.

The Big Stone was still watching him, seemingly waiting for his next question.

After Ailin for a moment, and having nothing more to ask, Erin nodded and said gently:

"Thank you, Big Stone, let's keep going."

Big Stone scratched his head, looking somewhat shy.

"... Witcher... friends... friends... help each other..."

The return journey was uneventful.

Apart from the water ghost Jingguan and a few Ghoul that suddenly appeared out of nowhere, nothing seemed amiss.

As for those Ghoul...

They had barely rushed over when they were pinned to the ground by Big Stone and Broken Stone, one in each hand, and crushed to death.

The sharp claws sparked but did not cause any damage to the Big Stone.

Before Ailin could even draw his sword, he had already acquired several more spoils.

The three Rock Troll didn't want these Ghoul.

In the words of Broken Stone, it is:

"... Monster meat... doesn't taste good... Witcher meat... tastes good..."

If it weren't for the fact that Ailin had also spent some time with several Rock Troll and had developed some ability to translate the troll common language...

Just hearing that, one might think the Broken Stone was going to eat his flesh.

certainly,

Although Ailin didn't mind, Big Stone still seized on its grammatical error and punched it hard.

During their bickering and fighting along the way, Ailin learned that the three trolls were actually a family.

Little Stone is an underage troll; his father is Broken Stone; and his mother is Big Stone.

Yes.

The largest Big Stone is a "woman," and is said to be much older than the Broken Stone.

As for her past, Da Big Stone, who was originally very open about it, became hesitant and seemed unwilling to talk about it much.

There must be some story behind this, and it should contain the reasons that created this Rock Troll's peculiar personality, Ailin is naturally very curious about.

However, out of respect, and in order not to damage the fragile relationship between the human and the demon.

Ailin didn't ask any further questions.

after all.

In his mind, these three Rock Troll would eventually become his monsters.

We'll know these stories sooner or later; there's no need to rush.

The gates of Kaer Morhen.

The castle keeper is actually paid, three Oren a day.

This level of compensation is already considered very high among all the city gate guards in the Northern Kingdoms.

Even Novigrad, the free city known for its wealth, only pays an Oren every seven days, let alone other cities.

However, this is clearly not a good job for a witcher.

It was certainly not enough to make them leave the feasting and revelry in the main castle hall during the winter and go outside to stand guard in the cold.

This position is only for "poverty alleviation".

today.

The guards were the witchers Mago and Sali.

"Damn it! Kaer Morhen is getting colder and colder!" Sali huddled in the doorway, rubbing his hands together vigorously.

He wasn't a talented witcher; his physique was only slightly better than that of an average person.

So the cold weather made him just want to finish this job as soon as possible and return to the main castle hall to enjoy a pot of warm wine.

Mago stood solemnly in the cold wind, keeping watch. He glanced at Sali but said nothing.

The disdain in his eyes flashed by in an instant.

"If it weren't for the injury and equipment repairs that I owe School 234 Oren, I would never have associated with such a person."

Just as Mago was lamenting inwardly.

At the end of the line of sight, a steep slope descends.

Suddenly, two dark blue "stones" appeared, each carrying several headless "human" corpses.

He rubbed his eyes, and his expression changed drastically when he saw the hideous, blood-stained head of the Rock Troll under the stone.

Rock Troll are large monsters, not something they can handle.

Without time to think it through, Mago immediately ran back and pulled the alarm, shouting loudly at the same time:

"The Rock Troll are coming!"

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