He intended to take some materials from the ghoul's body.
More precisely, the ghoul's gland.
It could be used to extract poison.
And poison extract could be used with other materials to make sword oil.
Sword oil, as the name implied, was oil smeared on the surface of a sword.
Different kinds of sword oil could inflict extra damage on corresponding types of monsters.
It was of great benefit for improving a Witcher's immediate combat power.
For example, venom extract combined with celandine and bear fat could produce Necrophage Oil.
After this sword oil was smeared on a sword, it added extra damage when dealing with monsters like ghouls.
Of course, venom extract could also be used to make potions, which was a story for another time.
Dick squatted down, pointed the sharp side of the dagger toward the corner of the ghoul's mouth, and slashed hard to one side. The sound of the knife cutting through butter rang out, but it was not as smooth as that because the flesh and muscles on the ghoul's face were solid and intertwined.
When he slashed to a certain spot, Dick stopped. He found a small dark red piece of flesh, and with a backhanded slash of the dagger, cut the chunk of flesh that was the gland away from it.
This gland was like meat chewed up by someone, and lymph and blood vessels could still be seen on it.
An ordinary person seeing this scene might retch and want to vomit, but Dick did not mind because this was good material for making venom extract.
He carefully wrapped the gland in oiled paper, put it into his waist pouch, stood up, and thought for a moment:
When he was fighting the ghoul earlier, he had used the Magic Trap Sign, but the range of the novice-level Magic Trap was really too small.
If the ghoul hadn't had low intelligence, it might have run away long ago.
Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, and the energy points in the panel instantly vanished by 100, becoming 10 points.
And [Magic Trap] also changed from [Novice] to [Proficient].
The biggest change after the Magic Trap was upgraded was that its original 2-meter radius became 5 meters, and its duration also became a bit longer.
A moment later, following the directions of the servants of Odinburg earlier, he found the body of Ms. Rose, who was wearing a coarse cloth dress.
At this time, the flesh on her cheeks had disappeared somewhat, which judging by the situation should have been caused by Necrophages, wild wolves, or the like gnawing on it. Even the cloth on her body was torn apart, one arm was completely gone, and only some flesh and muscles that were difficult to gnaw on remained attached to the surface of her bones.
Dick only took a glance and looked no more.
This was a pitiful woman.
He found the tattered burlap that had been prepared long ago, wrapped her corpse in it, and tied it tightly with rope.
Then he hoisted the corpse onto his shoulders, came before the horse, and placed it on the horse's back.
Subsequently, he mounted the horse and rode back to Odinburg.
Looking from afar, the gates of Odinburg were wide open, and Dick drove his horse directly into the courtyard.
In the courtyard, Kebi, Little Odin, and Xiya were all here, and there were a few more people.
Baron Odin III, who had a big beard, a stout figure, and wore full body armor, was standing right here, with several guards guarding by his side.
"Witcher, have you found the body of that woman?"
Odin III spoke, his voice deep and loud.
"Baron Odin, the body has been found."
Dick gently dismounted, carried the body down, and placed it on the ground.
"Then this troublesome matter is finally going to be resolved." Odin III pressed his cheeks and his temples with some distress.
"Can she be gotten rid of right now?" Then he looked at Dick again.
"We have to wait until 8 o'clock tonight for her to appear.
"Before that, we can first set up a bonfire in front of the maid's room.
"When it reaches 8 o'clock, light the bonfire and burn the body.
"After that, the wraith will appear on the physical body in the bonfire, and then disappear along with the flames."
"That's great, it's finally going to end. I didn't expect you to really be a professional." Baron Odin wore a look of approval.
At that moment, Little Odin at the side rushed over and ran directly to kneel before Rose's body wrapped in burlap.
With a bitter expression on his face, he tremblingly reached out his hand, wanting to open the tattered cloth.
Dick hurriedly stopped him: "Master Little Odin, I suggest you don't open it, because her corpse has already been damaged beyond recognition by those monsters."
Hearing this, Little Odin slowly stood up, then turned his back, wiped hard across his face, and only then turned back to look at the Witcher.
Dick noticed that his eyes were red.
"Thank you, Dick."
"You're welcome, this is my duty," Dick said in a deep voice.
"Sigh..."
Odin III let out a long sigh, seemingly wanting to explain something to his son, but Little Odin did not walk to his side and only stood in place.
Seeing this situation, Odin III said no more.
Time quickly reached evening. Odin III stared intently at the exquisite pocket watch in his hand, and as the hands pointed right at 8 o'clock, he gave a gentle wave of one hand.
Two soldiers had received the order and ignited the bonfire, and burning along with it was the shattered remains of Ms. Rose.
Everyone gathered around the bonfire, staring at the small house, quietly waiting for the appearance of the nightwraith.
Dick reminded them: "I suggest you all step back a bit, just in case."
"What else could happen?" Odin III chimed in: "Hurry up and resolve this matter.
"These soldier lads of ours won't fear a mere wraith.
"On the battlefield, I've encountered enemies far more terrifying than a wraith."
Seeing this situation, Dick said no more; he had already said everything he should to remind them, and only stared at the maid's room door.
Suddenly, relying on his sharp Witcher Senses, Dick sensed a change inside the door, as if something extremely oppressive was about to break through the door and come out.
Dick grew inwardly vigilant:
This situation seemed somewhat wrong.
Logically speaking, when the body was burned, the wraith's resentment would decrease, after which she would slowly plunge into the embrace of the flames and enter reincarnation.
But why did he always feel this atmosphere getting more and more oppressive?
The people at the side also felt that the atmosphere was not right; they only felt the temperature around them dropping lower and lower, until finally it dropped so low that the goosebumps on their bodies stood on end.
Kebi turned his head to look at the Witcher, wanting to ask why such a thing was happening.
With a "clack" sound, the door shattered open.
Looking through the broken door, the dimness inside the room was revealed, that sort of darkness seemingly swallowing everything.
Even Dick, relying on his Witcher Senses, could not see anything clearly inside.
Then, a pale, withered tree branch slowly grew out from that dark hue.
Following that was a floating figure; the previous thing had not been a withered tree, but rather the hand claws of the nightwraith.
Withered and lean all over, with unkempt hair, draped in tattered cloth, it floated in the air, with black mist lingering all around its body.
Dick hurriedly warned: "Fall back quickly."
In just an instant, the nightwraith let out a piercing scream, winding and rushing at top speed toward the nearest soldier.
The soldier cried out loudly, raising his sword to chop at the wraith's body, but he did not hit anything at all.
The wraith passed directly through his body, yet on the surface there was no trace of physical collision.