Dragon-Shaped Badge

"My school—I am the one who founded it!"

Lu Shaolin smiled faintly.

"Your school? A newly established school?"

Barton's eyes widened. A school was not so easily founded; it involved mutation potions and required extensive experimentation. It was not something one person could accomplish.

"Yes, it was established today. Are you interested in joining our Dragon School? The mutation potions of our Dragon School have no side effects.

They will neither damage your minds, causing you to lose your emotions and undergo a drastic change in temperament, nor make you lose your fertility.

For Witchers like you who have already undergone mutation, we can also heal your minds and bodies, restoring your emotions and fertility."

Lu Shaolin said softly.

"Hmph! Do you take me, Barton, for a fool? You can solve problems even the mages cannot solve? What exactly are you plotting?"

Barton glared, gripping his sword with both hands and assuming an attacking stance.

"Mages? Mages are worth less than a hammer! I have no designs on you either. If I wanted to kill you, you would not be able to stop me!"

Lu Shaolin smiled disdainfully and casually threw a punch at the enormous sand dune beside them.

With a deafening boom, an invisible vacuum wave directly blasted the dune apart, sending yellow sand sweeping in all directions.

"Hmm?!!!"

Barton stood dumbfounded, letting the yellow sand lash against his scar-covered cheeks.

"Do you believe me now?"

Lu Shaolin asked with a smile.

"Phew..." Barton slowly exhaled, then looked at Lu Shaolin without the slightest fear. "Why have you established the Dragon School, sir?"

"Hehe! Why? Don't you think we Witchers live far too miserably?

We kill monsters for humanity, yet not only do we receive no treatment worthy of heroes, we are instead branded as freakish aberrations, heartless