Francesca's figure disappeared at the door, and the oppressive atmosphere in the classroom was instantly broken. Impatient whispers and the rustling of opening letters immediately sounded. Yavi took a deep breath, suppressed the slight anxiety in his heart, and opened the letter in front of him that exuded weak magic fluctuations.
The message on the letter was almost stingy:
Gathering time: At the first light of tomorrow morning
Meeting location: Tidal Wing Teleport Hall
Mission description: Go to the northern border of the Kingdom of Kaedwen to investigate the recent abnormal events in the village named "Saize".
Mission rating: medium
Other than that, there were no more words. There were no details of the incident, no speculation about potential threats, and no list of teammates. Yavi silently put away the letter and unconsciously rubbed the rough edges of the paper with his fingertips. Looking around, the students were gathering in twos and threes, exchanging information about their respective missions with excitement or worry, and their voices were full of speculation about the unknown.
Yavi did not join in. He stood up quietly, left the noisy classroom like a shadow, and walked straight to the residence of "Emerald Wing"--Sicco Jett.
The heavy oak door of the old man's room seemed to be always open to Yavi. He pushed it gently, and the door shaft turned silently. The room was dimly lit, filled with the familiar smell of herbs and old parchment scrolls. Sicco Jett was still sleeping peacefully on the bed, breathing evenly and slightly heavy.
Yavi did not disturb him. He walked lightly, like a witcher sneaking towards a monster's lair, silently moved to the armchair next to the bed, and sat down slowly. The only things left in the room were the old man's long breathing and the occasional bird song coming from the window..Yavi just looked at Sicco Jett's relaxed, wrinkled face in deep sleep, his eyes as calm as water. Time flowed in silence, and he even counted the old man's breathing in his heart.
The sun gradually rose, and the bright light finally penetrated the gap in the thick curtains tenaciously, casting a narrow strip of light on the floor. Sicco Jett let out a vague grunt in his throat, his eyelids trembled, and he slowly woke up. He stretched out comfortably, his bones made a slight crackling sound, and he was about to turn over and get out of bed, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the silent figure on the chair next to the bed!
"Ho!" The old man was so startled that he almost couldn't recite a protective spell, and his cloudy eyes suddenly widened. When he saw clearly that it was Yavi, he let out a long sigh of relief and patted his chest, "Ouch! It's Yavi! When did you get in here, kid? You're like a ghost, scaring me out of my life! Why don't you wake me up?"
Yavi raised the corners of his mouth slightly, stood up, and naturally stretched out his arms under the old man's armpits, and helped him sit up steadily. "You were sleeping deeply when I came," his voice was smooth and gentle, "It doesn't matter if you wait. It's a good thing for you to sleep more." He smoothed the old man's messy nightgown collar, and said with unquestionable concern, "Teacher, you still need to have a good rest."
Yavi carefully helped Sicco Jett onto the comfortable armchair next to the desk, turned around and poured out a cup of steaming herbal tea from the warm magic teapot, and gently placed it on the old man's hand. Sicco Jett held up the teacup and said with satisfaction Taking a sip, the warm liquid seemed to dispel some of the morning chill. He raised his eyes and looked at Yavi, with a hint of concern unique to an elder. "Why are you free to come here today? Ordinarily, you should be attending classes at 'Crimson Flame Wing' at this moment. What's the matter?"
Yavi also poured himself a cup of tea and sat across from him, feeling the warmth coming from the cup wall. "Well," he responded, put down the teacup, took out the mission letter from his arms, and handed it over, "The mission was confirmed today, and this is the mission letter. Take a look."
Sicco Jett took the letter, and his muddy but still sharp eyes quickly scanned the few lines of concise text. After a moment, he handed the letter back to Yavi, tapping his fingers on the table unconsciously. "The information is indeed pitiful, and it only talks about solving the 'problem' in general. However, since it is a medium rating, it usually means that the trouble is limited, and it is unlikely to involve extremely powerful monsters or complex political whirlpools."
"This is my first time performing an academy mission," Yavi put away the letter, leaned forward slightly, and said in a serious tone, "Apart from the regular magic preparations, do you think there is anything else that needs special attention? Or additional preparations?"
Sicco Jett squinted his eyes and fell into deep thought, his fingers still tapping the table regularly, as if he was flipping through the pages of memory. After a while, he slowly spoke, his voice low and clear. "Remember, most of the people you are traveling with this time are pure sorcerer apprentices. Their magic may be brilliant. Beautiful, but actual combat experience... especially when faced with sudden close combat, the reaction may not be much better than that of a farmer." He looked at Yavi with a profound look in his eyes, "And this is exactly one of your greatest advantages - the witcher's fighting instinct engraved in your bones."
He paused and emphasized. "So, I suggest you prepare more demon hunter potions. Sword oil, Thunderbolt, Maribor Forest, Cat... potions that allow you to explode with stronger power, react faster, or see through the darkness in hand-to-hand combat. These will be the key to turning the situation around when an accident occurs."
Sicco Jett picked up the tea cup and took another sip, moistened his throat, and continued, "Usually, the academy will assign an experienced senior warlock as the team leader, and all of you must obey his command. There may also be one or two veterans in the team who have performed one or two missions. Hand', but don't have too much hope. Most people, like you, are 'flings' leaving the academy for the first time." He looked directly into Yavi's eyes, and his words carried heavy weight. "In the chaos, protect yourself first. Your life is more important than any task."
The master and apprentice talked about the details of the mission, potential risks, and countermeasures until the sun turned to the west. Sicco Jett taught each other all the key points from his lifelong experience on cooperative operations, survival in the wild, and cooperation with different spellcasters.
Farewell to the teacher, Yavi went straight to the alchemy workshop of "White Raven Wing". The place was filled with the unique smell of a mixture of various herbs, minerals and magic dust. He started an idle alchemy table with ease, and the crucible was under the stable magic flame. He neighed slightly. He took stock of the remaining witcher potions in his Talisman Space: several bottles of Thunderbolt, two bottles of Cat, and one bottle of Maribor Forest. The main reason was that the recovery potion consumed a lot of money.
So, he focused on replenishing recovery potions. He accurately weighed the "White Hundred Day Red" petals, "Water Ghost Brain" dry powder, "Dwarf Spirits"... The complex formula and fire control were in his hands smoothly. Soon, several bottles of "Enhanced White Honey" shining with a warm green light were The " and "Swallow" potions were freshly released. Then, he made several improved "Grapeshot" and "Dragon's Dream" bombs - small, but with concentrated power.
Looking at the neatly arranged potion bottles and bombs on the workbench, Yavi breathed a sigh of relief and cleaned up the alchemy table. The preparations were completed.
After leaving the workshop, it was almost dusk. He tried to contact her through the magic sound transmission stone Yennefer left for him, and wanted to ask her to have dinner together. However, the magic sound transmission stone only made a weak buzz, but there was no response from the other end, and the light spots on the stone that represented the connection quickly dimmed.
Unable to contact him, Yavi had no choice but to give up. He had dinner alone in the cafeteria. Although the food was exquisite, it seemed a bit bland. Returning to his dormitory, he carefully checked the equipment he would bring with him tomorrow: the well-maintained silver sword was placed beside the bed, the potions and bombs in Talisman Space were placed in separate categories, and the warlock robes were also changed into a set of casual clothes for ease of movement.
After doing all this, he blew out the magic lamp. The room fell into a quiet darkness, with only the dim light from the magic crystal outside the window coming through. Yavi lay on the bed, closed his eyes, emptied all thoughts about the mission, and forced himself into a deep meditation state. The body needs rest, and the spirit needs concentration. Tomorrow, when the first ray of dawn illuminates the portal of "Tidal Wing", his first academy mission will officially begin.