A Big Drop and Accident Law

Mary is already here, who else could he give it to?

Ailin rolled his eyes inwardly and ignored Vesemir.

He was only fourteen years old, and Mary was only fifteen.

It's a bit too early to try and set them up at this point.

It wasn't that he disliked Mary.

As a normal person who is over thirty years old in both lifetimes and has good mental health, even though this body is only fourteen years old, it is still wrong for him to lay a hand on a fifteen-year-old girl.

That's a bit too perverse.

Moreover, the dark clouds that shrouded the Ancient Sea Fortress had not yet dissipated, and it was unknown when another gale would rise.

Romantic relationships are too early for him.

Perhaps... we should wait a few more years?

therefore.

He closed the wooden box and handed it to Mary, whose cheeks were flushed.

"Mary, here are the two bottles."

"One bottle is for you, and please take the other to Lady Vesemir..."

Mary's expression was initially hesitant and somewhat embarrassed as she accepted the offer.

Only after hearing that there was also a copy for his mentor did he naturally accept the wooden box.

However, a hint of disappointment was clearly visible on her pretty face.

"Ailin... Ailin... you..."

Vesemir watched anxiously from the sidelines.

Judging from Mary's expression based on his experience, it was clear that it was a mutually agreeable arrangement.

This situation, neither good nor bad, is really frustrating for witchers.

How could a witcher not understand a woman's heartbeat?

Shouldn't this be a Witcher's natural talent?

After completing his trials, he followed the chief to Kaer Morhen, and in the first city they visited, he caught up with the first woman he had ever loved.

And Ailin...

Vesemir sighed.

They've already fed it into their mouths...

Why is there still vomit?

That unlucky kid is such a disgrace!

However, Ailin had already arranged where the two bottles of perfume would go.

He didn't dare to snatch food from Lady Vesemir.

Thinking of this, Vesemir glared at Ailin again with resentment, and then began to think about how to help Ailin understand.

How could his disciple Vesemir be like a block of wood?

The spring equinox in April brings a gentle warmth, with the refreshing fragrance of flowers caressing one's face, so comforting that it makes one drowsy.

It's still some distance from Vengerberg.

Vesemir didn't seem to want to talk to Ailin anymore. He walked at the front of the group with a furrowed brow.

Mary trailed at the back of the group, head down, swaying from side to side with the chestnut mare, lost in thought.

Seeing that no one was paying attention, Ailin decided to deal with the rewards for defeating the Greater Griffin.

The Greater Griffin Heart Essence Fluid may cause noticeable irritation and is not suitable for use at this time.

But you can still open all the treasure chests.

As is customary, after holding the Goddess Meritellie's Amulet, offer a prayer as you see fit.

[Ding! The Greater Griffin's Chest *4 has been opened]

white...

Following the white light was a dazzling golden light...

Upon seeing the gold-quality @#￥%&'s Chest, Ailin breathed a sigh of relief.

This Greater Griffin is not easy to fight.

It took two Witcher Master and a promising Sorceress working together to barely kill it.

I don't know when I'll be able to hunt another one.

Moreover, Greater Griffin are so hard to find; they are usually hidden deep in the mountains and forests.

Ailin didn't even intend to deliberately complete the hunting mission of the Greater Griffin, even though completing "Hunting Mission: Greater Griffin I" only required hunting five Greater Griffin.

If he gets four white-quality Experience Orbs, he'll really lose a lot!

fortunately.

Goddess Meritellie.

When Ailin opened the box and got a gold item, he was completely relieved. He could accept anything from then on, whether it was purple, blue, or white.

Unexpectedly, two golden lights flashed in succession.

Three-yolk eggs!

Three out of four treasure chests contained gold!

What incredible luck!

Holy crap!

Ailin shouted out his native language from horseback, startling Vesemir and Mary, who both turned to look at him.

"What's wrong, Ailin?"

Vesemir looked around warily and found that everything seemed normal.

Because of the appearance of Master Vulture, there were only the three of them on the visible road.

"What does 'wo... cao' mean?"

The awkward sentence made Vesemir frown.

Mary looked at him with curiosity as well.

Feeling the gazes of both of them, Ailin gave an awkward smile and said:

"It doesn't mean anything..."

He paused, and seeing that Vesemir and Mary were about to ask again, he said:

"I think I've come up with a new potion recipe..."

"What?" Mary looked around blankly upon hearing this.

Tender green grass, vibrant wildflowers, a gentle breeze...

The scenery is beautiful.

But is there anything unique about this place that could inspire potion-making?

wrong...

Potions is a rigorous discipline.

How could you come up with this without checking the medicinal properties of various materials and past formulas?

Although Mary knew that Ailin was a genius who could come up with all sorts of strange recipes, this was the first time she had ever seen what he looked like when he had an inspiration.

This creative method, where inspiration strikes on a whim...

Is it really... possible?

Vesemir didn't think that much about it; he just felt that Ailin was a bit too prolific as an alchemist.

Of course, his attention also shifted away from Ailin's otherworldly interjection.

Ailin breathed a sigh of relief and continued:

"I'm not sure if it will work yet. I'll try it again after we get to Vengerberg."

Vesemir and Mary exchanged a glance and nodded.

After Ailin gave a few more perfunctory replies, Vesemir and Mary figured he was probably still in a "moment of inspiration," so they didn't bother him any further.

then.

With a thought, Ailin opened the Witcher's Handbook again.

[Ding! Obtained: Experience Orbs *5, Mixed Beast Oil Sword Oil Recipe*1, Greater Griffin Mutagen Inducer *1, Greater Griffin Decoction Potion Recipe*1]

"Phew~"

"Luckily, it was Sword Oil and decoction..."

Ailin breathed a sigh of relief.

Because of the sudden situation, he skipped the cutscene for the golden treasure chest.

However, the cutscenes for the Sword Oil recipe, mutation inducer, and decoction recipe are just animations.

Unlike "The Ritual: The Flesh Giant," which has rich implied meanings, it can be skipped.

"Tsk tsk~"

Looking at the three golden patterns in the system notification, a strong sense of satisfaction almost overflowed from my heart.

Whether the gold-quality recipe items you get are useful or not is secondary.

The sense of accomplishment from such a huge success is very satisfying.

No wonder those money-grabbing games back then, even with just a few different versions, still had people willing to pay for them.

After a few thoughts, Ailin opened his inventory.

[Name: Mixed Beast Oil]

[Type: Sword Oil Recipe]

[Refining Requirements: Alchemy LV1]

[Ingredients: Dog Oil *1, White Oleander Petals *4]

[Function: Applied to weapons, it increases damage against hybrid beasts]

[Note: Is the order wrong? Who doesn't prepare the Mixed Beast Oil before dealing with the Greater Griffin?]

Unlike potions and bombs, Sword Oil has always been affordable and highly effective.

Ailin had researched the market.

One part Dog Oil plus four parts White Oleander Petals, and you don't even need one Oren.

Most hybrid beasts are relatively high-level monsters.

Although Ailin hasn't used it yet, even considering the effect of Ghoul Oil on Swamp Hag, dealing with high-level monsters at a low price is quite cost-effective.

Keep reading.

[Name: Greater Griffin Mutagen Inducer]

[Type: Mutation Inducer]

[Function: Divides once a week, with a chance to obtain Greater Griffin Mutagen Inducer and Weak Red/Green Mutant Inducer]

[Note: You can think of this as a type of cell division.]

See the mutation inducer of the Greater Griffin.

Ailin suddenly remembered the Swamp Hag Mutagen Inducer and scrolled up.

The probability of obtaining a mutation inducer is really low.

Until the week before last when he left Ban Ade, he had split eleven times and had not obtained the Swamp Hag's mutation inducer even once.

They are all weak red/green mutation inducers.

At first, Ailin would check it every week, but after a while, he would only check it once every few weeks when he remembered.

"Huh~"

The gaze shifted to the swamp witch's mutation inducer, where there was another extremely similar mutation inducer.

It actually split off!

Four joyous occasions!

Ailin was secretly delighted.

[Name: Swamp Hag Mutagen Inducer]

[Type: Mutation Inducer]

[Function: Main ingredient for Swamp Hag Decoction.]

[Note: It can't split anymore!]

All right...

If it can't split anymore, then it can't. It's already pretty good if it can split off even one.

"Once we get to Vengerberg, I'll make the Swamp Hag Decoction first, and then find a chance to test its effects," Ailin thought.

but...

One original mutation inducer is certainly not enough to supply his daily decoction needs.

Thinking this through, Ailin continued looking down.

[Name: Greater Griffin Decoction Formula]

[Type: Potion Recipe]

[Refining Requirements: Alchemy LV5 (Condition not met)]

[Ingredients: Dwarven Strong Alcohol *1, Greater Griffin Mutagen Inducer *1, Longleaf Plantain*1, Dandelion*1

[Function: If mana is still available, consume all mana to unleash a powerful attack. After the normal damage of the powerful attack is calculated, 5% of the hit enemy's health will be deducted.]

[Note: You asked me how the 5% health point is deducted? Actually, I'm curious about this too. Why don't you try it yourself?]

Take off!

Upon seeing the Greater Griffin Decoction, Ailin was overjoyed.

It deducts 5% of the enemy's health as a percentage, and this deduction occurs after each damage calculation.

Ailin couldn't even imagine how strong he would become after drinking the Greater Griffin Decoction.

Theoretically, even if it were a giant dragon, he would only need to strike it twenty times.

"I wonder if the percentage-based damage reduction will be counted as damage I caused by the Demon Hunter..."

"If you calculate it, losing 5% of your health at once would instantly max out your Demon Hunting progress, wouldn't it?"

Ailin was lost in thought.

It's just a pity...

Although he was now eager to refine the decoction.

If your alchemy level is not high enough, you can upgrade it.

It is impossible to determine when the mutation trigger for the Greater Griffin will mutate.

This is not something that can be accomplished by his haste or impatience.

"Let's put it aside for now..."

Ailin sighed.

"Help--"

Ailin finished sorting through his loot, his keen witcher senses suddenly picked up a man's cry for help coming from in front of the group.

He looked up and met Vesemir's gaze. "Shall we go take a look?"

Vesemir nodded solemnly:

"Protect Mary!"

Then the three of them squeezed the horse's flanks with their legs, increasing their speed.

They walked less than fifty meters.

After rounding a winding bend, a small river came into view.

There is a wide stone bridge over the stream.

A poorly dressed man, wearing a patched-up shirt, a tattered straw hat, and a fish basket hanging from his waist, was leaning against the stone bridge with his back to it...

While shouting for help, he waved his pitchfork to drive away and attack the two water ghosts.

It turned out to be just a water ghost.

Ailin and Vesemir both breathed a sigh of relief almost simultaneously.

"You do it? I do it?"

Vesemir tilted his head and asked.

"I'll do it!" Ailin stepped into the stirrups and dismounted.

Vesemir was, after all, his travel mentor, so the old man didn't need to do the dirty work of killing two water ghosts.

"Help! Help! Sirs, please save me! I'll pay you!"

The man who looked like a fisherman noticed Ailin and the others, and his eyes lit up as he shouted loudly.

That excitement immediately ruined things.

In the moment his attention was diverted, the waving pitchfork failed to deflect one of the water monsters in time.

This caused two water ghosts to rush up at once, knocking the pitchfork away.

"Croak!"

The eerie blue, hideous face rapidly magnified before my eyes.

Inside the gaping maw, on the murky yellow teeth, were still some unidentified bright red meat shreds.

"Ah--"

The fisherman screamed in terror, and his lower body involuntarily felt a sudden heat.

Just as the water ghost's claws had already gripped his arm, its ugly face less than two fists' distance away...

The water ghost... suddenly stopped moving.

The next moment.

"Sizzle!"

The two water ghosts were separated from their heads and bodies.

Dark red blood gushed out from the cut, soaking him completely.

The fisherman was so frightened that he stood there stunned for a long time.

He didn't come to his senses until Vesemir and Mary led their horses over.

He looked at the two men in front of him, each carrying a sword.

Both eyes, one blue and one yellow, had vertical pupils like a cat's.

Cold-blooded, ruthless, and terrifying...

He couldn't help but tremble again, and warmth flowed down his thighs once more.

He used the money his ugly wife earned from washing clothes to buy alcohol, and at the tavern, he heard about this characteristic...

Although they all wielded longswords, they were not those kind-hearted knights...

They are the legendary Witcher!

The Witcher – a monster more monstrous than any monster, a freak rejected by the gods!

Seeing the two witchers staring at him with strange Cat Eyes, he suddenly frowned.

The fisherman was so frightened that his heart stopped, and he quickly said:

"Thank you... thank you both... for saving me..."

"But I... but I... I have no money... I have nothing to give back..."

"But you just said you were willing to pay." Vesemir frowned.

"I... I..." The fisherman couldn't speak.

If he had known that it was a witcher who saved him, and not a kind knight, he would never have dared to lie...

But he really didn't have a single penny left.

I used the few coins I grabbed before leaving this morning to buy alcohol...

what to do...

what to do...

Will I be killed? Will I be tortured by these demons?

Sudden.

A sudden flash of inspiration struck his dazed mind.

He remembered what the boastful man in the tavern had said a few days ago...

"Since we couldn't pay the debt, we had to use the child to settle it... that one was called... Yi... Yi..."

"Right!"

"The Accident Law!"