The Sorceress took the Drowner Whistle, examined it carefully for a moment, and said,
"It does look exquisite, but this is obviously not a magical item. How could I have made it?"
She casually tossed the whistle back to Soyer.
After catching it, the Chief of the School of the Wolf silently studied the Drowner Whistle for a while. In the end, he still could not see what was so exquisite about the strange, bizarre bone whistle.
"Vesemir said you made this?"
"Vesemir?" the Sorceress murmured, seeming to find the name somewhat familiar.
"He is Ailin's current mentor, and after the Trial of the Mountains, he will become Ailin's traveling mentor as well," the Chief said after a pause.
"Sincere, diligent, responsible. I personally chose him as the traveling mentor best suited for Ailin."
Vera froze for a moment, then said, "The witcher who lost a twenty-thousand-Oren silver sword to Ailin?"
"Seventeen thousand three hundred and twenty-five Oren," Soyer said with a chuckle. "That sword also has a name. Elsa."
Vera shot the witcher a glance. "What are you laughing at? I remember that when you were little, you even named the sticks by the roadside..."
"Vera!"
"Don't bring up things from childhood!"
The Chief of the School of the Wolf rarely raised his voice in front of the Sorceress. Before Vera could respond, he swiftly changed the subject.
"What I mean is that Vesemir said Ailin told him you made this item."
The Sorceress fell silent.
"Vera, if you did not make it, and you never taught him how to make one, where did he get this knowledge?"
"And this item, without the slightest magical fluctuation, lured out nearly every drowner in Killer Lake."
The Sorceress said with some difficulty, "He is the Child of Miracle, after all. There must be something special about him..."
"Vera, you do not need to convince me. I care about Ailin as much as you do. I am only worried that some existence has beguiled him."
"There are not many beings that like making tools from bones, and not a single one among them is safe."
After taking a deep breath, Vera's emotions gradually settled.
She looked at the Drowner Whistle in the witcher's palm. Even without any magical fluctuations, the more Vera looked at it, the more dangerous and eerie it seemed.
Or perhaps it was precisely because it lacked any magical fluctuations that it felt so dangerous and strange.
She had been to Killer Lake many times.
If she were to create an item with a similar effect, its magical fluctuations within twenty meters would be strong enough to make Soyer's medallion jump.
"Tomorrow, I will have a proper talk with him..."
Hearing this, the Chief of the School of the Wolf was about to nod in relief when an icy gaze froze him in place.
"Besides, we are not the same. My love for Ailin exceeds yours by tens of millions of times."
"At the very least, if I had been in this castle, I would never have let him suffer something like this!"
Snap.
The orange portal appeared once more.
"Remember your oath well... Soyer Henriette."
"If you still wish for the Ancient Sea Fortress to stand safely amid the gray-white mountains..."
Before she finished speaking, the Sorceress vanished into the orange light.
Witcher apprentice dormitory.
The hunting state ended, and Ailin drew several harsh breaths.
Although he still had 40 stamina remaining, suddenly exhausting all 150 points of stamina still left him somewhat uncomfortable.
Still, this was much better than it had been in the afternoon.
After lying in bed and recovering for a while, Ailin got up, secretly tested a few movements with his steel sword against his body, then lay back down.
As for the results...
How should he put it?
"It seems like it worked, but it also seems like it didn't..."
Ailin glanced at the bloody mark on his arm and muttered to himself as he pushed Chaos Magic affinity to the back of his mind.
Using his flesh to block swords was still wishful thinking for now.
To become like an ordinary drowner, Ailin felt that he would need to accumulate at least twenty points of affinity.
He just did not know whether affinities of different attributes stacked together or were calculated separately.
After thinking for a moment, Ailin turned his attention back to the inventory.
Experience Orbs worth nearly ninety thousand experience points in total were pleasing to the eye no matter when he looked at them.
But this time, Ailin quickly shifted his gaze to the tempting chests.
The eight Drowners King's Chests naturally had to be opened last.
He would use the ordinary Drowner's Chests as warm-ups first.
Ding! Drowner's Chest ×23 opened.
White, white, white... gold, blue, purple...
?
One gold and one purple!
The loot was here!
He had not expected the Drowner's Chests to give him such a pleasant surprise.
Ailin hurriedly focused his attention.
After the dazzling golden light, everything before his eyes suddenly went dark.
Huh?
Before he could react, a drop of blood fell from above into his field of vision.
Ailin instinctively looked up and saw a blurry, savage face.
It looked like a drowner, a ghoul, and a rotfiend all at once.
Blood seeped from its shell.
Seemingly noticing the witcher apprentice's gaze, the bizarre bloody face let out a roar and instantly rushed closer.
When it was only a finger's width away from Ailin, it burst apart into a cloud of blood mist.
After the blood mist dispersed, a blueprint appeared.
Before Ailin could inspect it closely, purple light flashed again.
Then, a filthy heart began beating before his eyes.
As it beat, the heart also turned into a blueprint.
Obtained: Rotting Flesh ×12, Lesser Experience Orbs ×8, Drowner Whistle ×1, "Ghoul Oil" Sword Oil Recipe, "Drowner's Heart Essence Fluid" Potion Recipe
"Whoa!"
Were the Drowner's Chests not planning to live anymore?
It felt like they had dumped all the good stuff from their inventory at once.
This surprise was enormous.
Honestly, the Ghoul Oil recipe definitely deserved a gold rating, but for some reason, Drowner's Heart Essence Fluid was only purple.
For a witcher apprentice, it was practically a miracle drug.
Ailin glanced at Hughes, who was still trembling, and sighed for him. If he had possessed it during next year's Trial of Grasses, perhaps he would not have suffered so much.
But tonight's dinner was also his final "proper meal."
Returning to his senses, Ailin opened the recipe with a thought.
Name: Necrophage Oil Type: Sword Oil Recipe Brewing Requirement: Alchemy LV1 (Not Met) Recipe: Dog Oil ×1, Dandelion ×4 Function: Apply to a weapon to increase damage against necrophages Note: Why bother with a silver sword? Brew a pot of Necrophage Oil—it's cheap and convenient!
It really was the Necrophage Oil from the game!
He simply did not know how the damage increase from the game would manifest in the real world.
After putting away the Necrophage Oil, Ailin opened the next recipe.
Name: Drowner's Heart Essence Fluid Type: Potion Recipe Brewing Requirement: Alchemy LV4 (Not Met) Recipe: Drowner Heart Function: Increases strength and physique attributes, restores stamina, and enhances the body's absorption ability Note: It's Drowner's Heart Essence Fluid. Isn't that enough?
Enough, enough.
He truly could not ask for more.
Drowner's Heart Essence Fluid was an excellent match for a witcher apprentice.
Especially during the period before the Trial of Grasses.
Ailin even felt that he had started using the Essence Extract too late.
Many attribute gains had gone to waste.
After sighing over it, and while his luck was still hot today, Ailin swiftly opened the remaining eighteen Drowners King's Chests.
Ding! Drowners King's Chest ×18 opened.
Gold...
?
Holy shit!
The very first one was gold!
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