Soyer was an experienced witcher.
He could even be called the witcher who had slain the most monsters, and the strongest witcher alive.
What kind of terrible environment had he not encountered?
Putrid swamps, bloody nests, suffocating deep seas...
As long as he was prepared, there was nowhere he could not endure.
Unfortunately, he had not prepared for this time.
Once he confirmed that the area was safe after teleporting, he relaxed his witcher senses.
The instant he rolled over and switched his breathing, the foul stench of rot caught him off guard and went straight into his lungs.
The feeling was beyond description.
"Vera truly knows me best."
Soyer thought, then deliberately took a few more breaths to adjust to the Alchemy Room's environment.
Although Mary and Ailin were giving him strange looks, he was old enough that a scene like this would not embarrass him.
He casually nodded at the pale-faced Mary, then walked over to the Witcher Apprentice.
"Don't mind me. Keep going."
Stopping Ailin from standing to greet him, Soyer stood beside the alchemy table and watched the Witcher Apprentice prepare the potion.
"Did Vera teach you this?" the Chief asked curiously.
He was very curious how a woman as obsessed with cleanliness as Vera could teach Ailin such a revoltingly foul potion.
"No, I came up with this formula myself."
The Witcher Apprentice did not hesitate.
Ever since the Sorceress had laid everything bare and explained that her selfless support was an investment in the Child of Miracle, Ailin had become much less wary of Vera and the Chief.
He knew there was something ambiguous between the two of them.
Since he had already told the Sorceress about Killer Whale, there was naturally no need to hide it from the Chief.
Besides, he intended to