Are Witchers Not Human?

Upon hearing this, Mary suddenly recalled the little girl who had been beaten and covered in bruises by her biological father when they first met.

He gently patted her head with a touch of tenderness and whispered:

"Ailin isn't that kind of person..."

"I know," Yennefer interrupted, "But I just don't want to..."

"I really don't want to..."

Yennefer's voice was soft, but it sounded very stubborn.

Seeing this, Mary sighed, paused for two seconds, and then gently patted her shoulder. "Then continue practicing your spellcasting gestures."

"This is a very important step toward the gate of magic."

"Without the control of hand gestures and incantations, the unruly and volatile Chaos Magic during casting will instantly ignite your body..."

He finished speaking.

Mary then prepared to go back inside to refine Sword Oil.

At this moment.

"Wait, Sister Mary ..." Yennefer suddenly grabbed her hand.

"What's wrong?" Mary turned around in confusion.

"You... you're going to refine Specter Oil?" Yennefer's voice trembled. "On the way here a few days ago, I've been watching your movements..."

"I think... I think..."

Yennefer's voice grew increasingly hoarse.

But as if summoning immense courage, she said with unwavering resolve, "I can help too..."

Mary wanted to refuse.

She noticed it during the past few days.

Although Yennefer was taciturn, she was actually very intelligent and possessed a maturity far beyond her years.

Her words weren't simply an attempt to help.

More than anything, she didn't want to be sent to Kaer Morhen, a place she had never been before.

However, through the faint light filtering through the gaps in the black cloth, Mary saw those violet eyes that shimmered with timidity and stubbornness, and for a moment, she seemed to see her past self in them.

My heart softened instantly.

She gently stroked Yennefer's prominent back and said softly, with a touch of playfulness:

"Then let's all come together..."

"Let me see how much you've secretly learned along the way!"

Meanwhile, as soon as Ailin returned to the Sanctuary, he eagerly prepared the Dwarven Strong Alcohol, White Oleander Petals, and Golem Heart needed for the blizzard.

Then, after thinking about it, he decided not to set up the crucible in the icon room.

Instead, they walked all the way to the corridor, right next to the sanctuary gate, before setting down the crucible and other necessary materials.

Besides the blizzard, he also planned to refine a batch of the enhanced Ghoul Oil, Dragon's Dream, Moon Dust, and Giant Ghoul Decoction he had obtained yesterday to test their effects.

It wouldn't hurt to brew medicine, Sword Oil, and magic potions in the icon room.

However, both Dragon's Dream and Moon Dust are explosives, and even though the crafting requirement is only Alchemy LV2, there is still a possibility of accidents.

To prevent rumors from spreading in Arland that "Witchers blow up a thousand-year-old statue, and the May Festival accident was caused by a bottle of magic potion," the Witchers naturally had to find a good place.

The junction of the sanctuary corridor and the main gate is very nice.

It is far enough away from the icon room.

The space is large enough, the air is well-ventilated, and the materials and cooking temperature on the ground are not affected by natural wind.

Perfect!

"Thump~"

The crucible was placed on a clean, hard marble floor.

The Witcher channeled his magic, bending his right index finger and drawing a line under the cauldron.

"Whoosh~"

The glass bottle of alcohol was instantly ignited, shimmering with a ghostly blue light.

The difficulty level for crafting Blizzard is LV2, and the main difficulty lies in processing the Golem Heart and activating its magic.

Therefore, it didn't even take half an hour.

As the Golem Heart melted into the base liquid made of dwarven alcohol and White Oleander Petals, a surge of magic suddenly erupted from the melting point, stirring up a white, frost-like magical glow that violently swept across the crucible walls before instantly transforming into a pot of blue solution.

"Not bad, not bad, that's at least ten portions of Blizzard."

The Witcher nodded in satisfaction and poured the liquid from the crucible into a glass bottle that had been prepared beforehand.

The production cost of Blizzard is very high.

Dwarven Strong Alcohol and White Oleander Petals are cheap, but Golem Heart, a high-energy material that combines life and soul properties, are a magical material that, like Jadeswater, requires multiple processing steps.

Moreover, this processing method originated from the elves and is a core secret of the Ain El.

certainly.

It's not that no humans know how to refine them; after all, the elves have even lost their kingdoms.

Lady Vesemir had mentioned it when she was teaching Ailin alchemy in Kaer Morhen.

Alchemists who know how to craft Golem Heart are not entirely nonexistent, but they are extremely rare due to the difficulty in obtaining the recipe and crafting it.

So rare that, apart from the elves who live in a secluded corner of the entire Northern Continent, only three people are capable of crafting it.

Apart from the Golem Heart, the other steps in Create Golem are actually much simpler.

Therefore, a Golem Heart actually means a powerful golem that is invulnerable to swords and spears and can take on a hundred enemies single-handedly.

therefore.

A single Golem Heart costs at least 30,000 Oren, much more expensive than Veridian Sigh.

And it's available but priceless.

After all, these are two powerful weapons that are enough to guard a powerful mage's secret laboratory.

and.

Apart from those found in elven ruins and dungeons, all other Golem Heart are monopolized by wizards, especially male wizards, and outsiders have no way of obtaining them.

certainly.

Those are outsiders.

Ailin has Vesemir.

He is one of the world's most skilled alchemists and a top capitalist who owns several Alchemy Workshop...

Of the three alchemists in the entire Northern Continent who could forge Golem Heart, the Crimson Fox happened to be one of them.

Sometimes, even witchers wonder if behind every snap of Crimson Fox's fingers lies a bottomless "King's Treasury" that stores all sorts of precious magical materials.

"But ten portions of Blizzard would cost a thousand Oren per bottle, which isn't cheap."

"Hopefully it will live up to its value..."

The Witcher muttered a few words and picked up a bottle of Blizzard.

Um...

"It's still ice-cold, even though it was just finished being refined..."

The witcher stroked the crystal bottle with some curiosity, examined it carefully for two seconds, and clicked his tongue in admiration.

"No wonder it's called a blizzard..."

Open the gates of the sanctuary and step into the open space.

As dusk approached, the evening breeze gently rustled through the trees, causing the golden leaves on the treetops to shimmer.

"Gurgle~"

The witcher took a deep breath and drank the potion in his hand in one gulp.

The liquid traveled down the esophagus to the stomach, but the icy sensation seemed to travel from the stomach up the spine to the brain.

The next second.

The Witcher opened his eyes.

now.

Not only were his pupils blue, but the whites of his eyes were also tinged with a somewhat transparent icy blue.

The blood vessels at the corners of his eyes bulged, pulsating as if they were about to burst.

The Witcher sensed a slight throbbing pain in his brain, more intense than after drinking three bottles of Cat's Eye, and knew...

With his current physical condition and detoxification ability, he can only drink two bottles of Blizzard at most.

certainly.

This is without considering the detoxifying effects of the magic potion White Honey.

"So... what about bullet time?"

The Witcher looked around. Although the environment had slowed down a bit, it was still not as fast as when he was in his Witcher state.

However, he was not in a hurry, but instead felt the coolness around his eyes gradually subside for a second.

"Laugh!"

With a flick of his right hand, he drew the dagger from his waist, which was used to process monster materials, and slashed at the back of his left hand in an instant.

"Buzz~"

The adrenal medulla on both sides of the waist instantly secreted pheromones, and the brain suddenly became cold.

This moment.

The rustling of leaves in the wind stopped, and the golden leaves in the distance, illuminated by the setting sun, seemed to freeze in time.

However, the speed at which the Witcher's right-hand dagger pierced through the ground only decreased by less than 10%.

"Sizzle—"

The sharp steel dagger felt stiffness after penetrating the back of my hand less than a micrometer deep. Then, due to uneven force, it slid towards my wrist, sparking as it cut through the steel ring of my wristband.

Then time in the Witcher's world returned to normal.

The coolness around the eyeballs seemed to have decreased by a third.

Ailin pondered for a second, then raised the dagger in his right hand and stabbed at his left hand again.

Time stopped again.

Another small cut appeared on the Witcher's left hand.

After time was restored, he didn't think twice but picked up the dagger and stabbed again.

But this time, time didn't slow down.

The dagger stopped abruptly just as it was about to touch the back of the hand.

"After drinking the Blizzard drink, I'm in a semi-activated state. The energy in my mind... well... let's call it Blizzard Energy..."

"In its semi-activated state, the Blizzard's energy consumption will be very slow..."

"But once a crisis occurs, activating bullet time will rapidly deplete the energy..."

"Based on the attack just now, this energy is only enough to block three attacks..."

The whites of the Witcher's eyes had returned to normal, but the protruding blood vessels at the corners of his eyes were a gradually fading dark blue.

However, Ailin didn't care.

Instead, he closed his eyes and carefully reviewed the process of using Blizzard.

"What activates energy is less a crisis and more the pheromones secreted by the adrenal medulla, namely adrenaline..."

"Ordinary people might not be able to control this adrenaline, but after a certain amount of training, a Witcher can definitely manipulate the activation of bullet time through Mutated Organ..."

"If only they had a little more talent, or a little more training time..."

"It's even possible to control the rate of adrenaline production and the duration of each bullet time, thus achieving the effect of entering bullet time multiple times at crucial moments..."

"After entering bullet time, the surrounding time is 'slowed down' to at least one-twentieth of its original time..."

"Wrong..."

The Witcher lowered his head and thought for a moment.

"The 'slowing down' effect of time in the environment may not be fixed; it should be related to an individual's perception attributes..."

"We can send a bottle to Vesemir in the next few days so he can try it and compare..."

"However, if the 'bullet time' effect truly increases with the increase of attributes..."

The Witcher swallowed hard.

"That's really too powerful!"

This is especially true for Ailin.

Both the Ice Lance Spell and the Demon Hunter can gain a significant boost from this potion.

With this potion, his overall strength will increase by at least half.

"As expected of the potion that served as the core of many demon hunter schools in my previous life, its effects are unparalleled, whether for survival or attack."

After pondering for a while how to combine the potion "Blizzard" with skills and integrate it into his combat system, he...

The Witcher was about to return to the Sanctuary corridor to continue brewing the remaining potions.

At this moment.

Ailin's ears twitched, and she turned her head to look in the direction of the garden.

"... There was a girl born into a royal family, and she was the most beautiful member of their royal family..."

"... She wakes up every night in the stone castle and sleeps alone..."

"... No sound, not even the dead, could awaken this sleeping beauty..."

"... until a stranger came from a faraway land..."

Lyra, carrying a basket covered with a checkered burlap sack, skipped along, humming a soft tune as she walked from the garden.

The Witcher stopped in his tracks upon seeing this, a smirk playing on his lips.

"I never imagined that the dignified and mature Lyra could have such a girlish side..."

He paused for a moment, then suddenly realized that Lyra was only sixteen years old and was indeed still a young girl.

Then she couldn't help but think of her background and sighed softly.

"Ailin!!!" An incredulous exclamation came from afar, interrupting his thoughts. "What are you doing here?"

The Witcher looked up.

Lyra stood at the garden gate, holding a basket in one hand and covering her mouth in surprise with the other.

She seemed to have just noticed Ailin.

But before the Witcher could speak, the priest seemed to have suddenly discovered something.

She took several steps toward the sanctuary, then stared at the Witcher's face and asked with a hint of panic:

"Ailin, what happened to your face?"

"It's nothing..." the witcher waved his hand, "I just finished testing the effects of a potion..."

Seeing that the priest's worried expression hadn't lessened, he thought for a moment and then explained:

"Most of the Witcher's potions are like this. They may look scary now, but they will naturally disappear after being metabolized for a while."

"Really?" Lyra still couldn't believe it.

The deep blue veins bulging from the corners of the Witcher's eyes, and his pale, bluish complexion that resembled that of a corpse...

Make him look like a villain possessed by a demon in a chivalric romance novel.

Seeing that he couldn't explain it clearly, Ailin simply took out a bottle of "White Honey" from the reagent bag and gulped it down.

A few seconds later.

The bulging veins on the Witcher's face quickly disappeared, and his complexion slowly returned to normal.

At this moment.

The priest's worried expression had not completely disappeared.

After glancing at the witcher's eyes and the empty bottle in his hand, she pondered the prophecy for a moment, then softly advised:

"Ailin, the priests at the temple who taught herbalism and medicine said..."

"All potions that can temporarily improve physical fitness, strength, agility, etc., are harmful to the human body..."

"Unless absolutely necessary, try... try not to take too much..."

"It's alright," Ailin smiled gently.

"How could you be alright just now?" The little priest was getting anxious, and unconsciously took a step forward while shaking the basket.

Given Ailin's appearance just now, which priest who saw her would think she was alright?

"I'm really alright," the witcher said, inhaling the sudden scent of carnations. Startled by the priestess's abrupt approach and loud questioning, he instinctively took a half-step back and quickly explained.

"I am a witcher, not a human."

"The toxins in the potion will be metabolized and eliminated quickly."

Lyra was stunned when she heard this.

I am a Witcher, not a human...

Witchers... aren't they human?