Where to go?

Just as the lecture began, five "Lady"s were removed, four hours of class time.

And the content wasn't even related to alchemy.

Was it because it touched upon sacrifices and sacrificial tools?

Ailin thought to himself.

"Ailin? What's wrong?"

The Sorceress was genuinely worried now.

In the past, when she lectured, the Witcher apprentice had never zoned out.

Such a dazed and absent-minded state, wasn't it exactly like those bewitched by the Great Old Ones?

Hearing her voice, Ailin quickly snapped back to attention, thinking the Sorceress was angry. He looked up, about to apologize.

But he didn't expect to see Lady Vesemir's delicate, fair face, her delicate brows furrowed, her worry so thick it was almost overflowing.

Ailin's heart warmed. After thinking for a moment, he said:

"Lady Vesemir, I'm fine. The sacrificial tools bestowed by the God of Ill Omen are made of bone, aren't they?"

Seeing the Sorceress's hesitant expression, Ailin paused, then reassured her:

"I understand what you mean, Lady Vesemir. Don't worry, that Drowner Whistle doesn't come from a Great Old One."

"Are you sure?" Vesemir was still a little doubtful.

She had lectured Ailin so many times, how could she not know his level in alchemy?

The Sorceress extended her index finger, tapped her full, moist red lips, and thought for a few seconds before saying:

"Then make one for me here. Sacrificial tools of the Great Old Ones cannot be made without the participation of divine power."

"What materials do you need?"

Make it now?

Ailin was stunned by her words and instinctively listed the materials needed for the Drowner Whistle.

"All I need is a Drowner's throat bone."

Snap!

With a snap of her fingers, an orange-yellow Portal opened in the alchemy lab.

Before Ailin could react, Vesemir had already disappeared through the Portal.

"What... are we making the Drowner Whistle now?"

The Witcher apprentice muttered to himself.

Damn it!

I don't even know alchemy!

After being stunned for a few seconds by the Sorceress's decisive action, Ailin quickly opened his Witcher's Handbook with his mind.

Before the Sorceress returned, he had to learn how to make the Drowner Whistle.

[Ding! Do you wish to spend 7001 Lesser Experience Orbs to unlock the Alchemy skill?]

Spend it!

In an instant, a vast amount of knowledge flooded Ailin's brain. Beakers, crucibles, Distillation Kettles...

The use of countless alchemy instruments, the processing methods for countless ordinary herbs, magical materials, and monster organs, their medicinal properties, magical substrates, and so on, were all poured into Ailin's mind, causing him splitting headaches.

Lady Vesemir had been conservative with her words; mastering introductory alchemy would take more than half a year.

If he were to truly learn it, three to four years would only yield superficial knowledge.

Just recognizing all the instruments and common materials would take half a year.

About five minutes later, Ailin finally managed to absorb all the knowledge gained from the upgrade.

"Fortunately, there are no Drowner throat bones in stock in the alchemy lab."

The Witcher apprentice felt lucky, wiping the blood flowing from his nose.

If the Sorceress had seen him in this state of unlocking skills, Ailin figured he wouldn't be able to clear himself of suspicion as a cultist of the Great Old Ones even if he jumped into Killer Lake.

After carefully wiping the blood from his face, Ailin clicked on the Drowner Whistle blueprint that was tucked away in the corner of his inventory.

[Name: Drowner Whistle]

[Type: Crafting Blueprint]

[Refinement Requirements: Alchemy LV1]

[Recipe: Drowner Throat Bone *3]

[Function: Blowing the Drowner Whistle can emit a whistle that attracts Drowners]

[Note: Witcher + Drowner Whistle = ?]

"I thought this was just a useless item to be put away yesterday, but I didn't expect it to be the first recipe he'd use."

Ailin sighed with emotion. As his consciousness clicked to use the recipe, the process of crafting the Drowner Whistle appeared in his mind.

At this moment.

"Clang—"

An orange portal unfolded before Ailin.

Vesemir was back.

No, the first thing to emerge from the portal wasn't Vesemir.

"Whoosh—Whoosh—"

Before Ailin could get a clear look, a pale white cascade poured out from the portal.

The Witcher apprentice stared intently in surprise.

What kind of waterfall was this?

All the closely falling objects were bones.

They were all the Drowner throat bones Ailin needed to craft the Drowner Whistle.

Each throat bone was only about half the size of a fist.

To form such a spectacular sight, there must have been at least nearly a thousand of them?

What was even more remarkable was that despite so many Drowner bones gathered together, there wasn't the slightest unpleasant odor.

The alchemy room still held that faint scent of oranges mixed with cardamom.

Where did Vesemir find such processed throat bones?

Did the Sorceress also have a dedicated material vault for Drowner throat bones?

But didn't Witchers only find value in the brains and tongues of Drowners?

Ailin had a vague inkling of what was happening, but he wasn't entirely sure.

"Thump thump thump—"

As all the throat bones finished falling, the Sorceress's graceful figure also emerged from the portal.

"Ailin, are there enough throat bones?"

"Enough! Enough!" Ailin nodded repeatedly, his voice unconsciously lowering.

He looked at the throat bones piled into a small mountain, as if seeing countless Drowners being expressionlessly slaughtered by the Sorceress...

Lady Vesemir, where did you get so many throat bones from? Was it from a material storage?

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Lady Vesemir glanced at the Witcher apprentice strangely and said, "Didn't Vesemir teach you that only the brains and tongues of Drowners are usable?"

"Then what are these throat bones?"

"I just gathered these. Since you need them, I decided to prepare a bit more at once."

After explaining, Vesemir waved her hand, signaling Ailin to quickly prepare to craft the Drowner Whistle.

Upon hearing this, Ailin's mind went blank with surprise.

These throat bones were actually killed by Vesemir in these past few minutes?

Where did she kill them?

Wasn't the closest place Killer Lake?

A multitude of questions appeared and disappeared in Ailin's mind.

After a moment, he finally regained his senses.

He couldn't help but marvel in his heart:

"It's no wonder Vesemir and Leto revered Lady Vesemir. To gather materials, she actually killed nearly a thousand Drowners..."

"Ailin, what's wrong? Are you missing anything else?"

Ailin quickly shook his head, avoiding the Sorceress's gaze, and began to craft the Drowner Whistle.

Although the crafting diagram for the Drowner Whistle only required Alchemy LV1, the crafting itself was not easy.

In the center of the cylindrical body, there was a ring-shaped cavity, and an irregularly shaped bone ball rotated within this cavity, colliding with the walls of the cylinder to produce the sound that attracted Drowner swarms.

Therefore, the irregular bone ball was a difficult part.

The space and shape of the cavity were also difficult.

Both of these, despite their seemingly random external shapes, as if casually crafted, were in fact deliberately carved.

Thus, it was very difficult, requiring a steady hand and extreme focus.

In the end, it took Ailin nearly three hours to complete one finished product.

Ailin wiped the sweat from his brow. After fitting the bone beads and two halves of a cylinder together, he turned his head to look at Vesemir, who hadn't made a sound in a long time.

He noticed the Sorceress's beautiful eyes were staring at him intently, her clear, bright dark red irises clearly reflecting his shadow.

It was like the calm surface of Killer Lake reflecting the green grass and trees on its banks.

"What, are you ready?"

The Sorceress asked, noticing his gaze.

Ailin nodded.

"Snap!"

With a snap of his fingers, an orange Portal was opened.

The Sorceress stood up and looked at Ailin, whose expression was one of astonishment. "Let's go, Ailin, we'll find a place to try it out."

"Go where?"

Ailin was taken aback.

"Of course, we'll go to the nearest place..."

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