Arwen stretched out his palm, and the simple ring on the ring finger of his right hand extended with silver luster, wrapping the giant Basilisk like a tentacle.
"Buzz----"
There was a sound like an insect chirping.
The hill-like Basilisk disappeared before the eyes of the three of them.
Lambert opened his mouth wide, his pupils full of shock.
"What kind of spell is this? Order of Witchers knows this too? I just said that Vesemir hid something good and didn't tell me."
Aiken has been traveling around for a few years, and his knowledge has increased a lot, and he knows what Arwen has in his hands.
And that thing looks very familiar, isn't it the ring in the hands of School of the Wolf, the demon hunter's enemy Atamont?
"Idiot, this is the wizard's space ring, which can be used to store items.
, Lambert scratched his head and swallowed, "Oh my god, the space ring? This should be worth a lot of money, right? If I had this guy, you could pack a bunch of wine from the south and transport it to the north, and you would definitely make a lot of money."
Speaking of this, he couldn't help but rub his palms in envy.
Arwen raised his eyes, but he didn't expect Lambert to have such a business mind.
In this world, there are still only a few wizards who can open teleportation gates, and the most primitive method of transporting goods is still using horse-drawn carriages.
But it is a pity that the space ring is very complicated to make, but it cannot be difficult for Arwen, who is now an alchemy master.
It's just that these raw materials are really priceless and too scarce.
"Let's go, the smell of blood here is too strong."
Aiken hummed, and the three of them walked towards the entrance of the cave.
Along the way, Arwen briefly talked about Morgraig's experience.
Especially the high-level vampires in the castle, hearing this sent chills down their spines.
High-level vampires are definitely one of the opponents that demon hunters least want to encounter.
Lambert even recalled Vesemir's special emphasis when he gave him Monster Bestiary class.
When you encounter a high-level vampire, turn around and run away. This is your only way to survive.
Even if you become a real demon hunter, you must not take it lightly when facing low-level blood-sucking creatures, such as Bruxa and Fleder.
Even though they are at the lowest level of vampires, they are much more powerful than ordinary monsters.
Arwen, on the other hand, explained the matter in an extremely calm manner.
It can be seen that the monster that is extremely dangerous to them no longer poses a threat to him.
Aiken lowered his eyes slightly and clenched the potion bottle with exquisite carvings in his palm.
I thought to myself secretly.
This bottle of special [Swallow] magic potion must have been brought out by Arwen from Morgraig.
My years of hard work and training day and night have not only failed to narrow the gap, but instead seem to be getting farther and farther away.
As a highly regarded genius among the apprentices back then, when I saw Arwen's terrifying growth rate, I felt both celebration and deep frustration.
He knew in his heart that he would never be able to reach the height of Arwen in his lifetime.
Arwen glanced at Aiken beside him with his peripheral vision, and keenly sensed that the other party's mood was a bit low.
Over the years, Aiken seems to have remained unchanged. On the outside, he looks cold and unkind, but on the inside, he values his companions more than anyone else and has a strong desire to win.
He reached out and patted Aiken on the shoulder, "I found the witcher formula left by Alzur at Morgraig."
Aiken raised his eyes, a faint light flashed in the cat's eyes.
"It records many mutation methods for Grasses medicine."
"I remember that Kyle·Mohan only has the second mutation Experiment Records, right?"
Aiken replied, "Yes, secondary mutation is very dangerous. Only a few demon hunters can do it. Over the years, it seems that only Holt and Geralt have done it."
Having said this, Aiken seemed to have thought of something, "Could it be that the founder of Alzur still has some improvements left in the formula?"
Arwen snapped his fingers, "You guessed it right, there is a more complete secondary mutation method in the formula, which reduces the risk a lot. Even if it fails, you will just lie in bed for a few days."
"The most important thing is that it records the third mutation."
The breathing of Aiken and Lambert is stagnant.
The third mutation?
Are you kidding me?
A single mutation has given the demon hunter extraordinary power.
The overall effect brought about by the second mutation can be seen in Geralt, which directly distances it from ordinary demon hunters.
The third mutation has never been heard of.
And this only appeared in "The Witcher 3". What Geralt discovered under Toussaint Valley of the Nine was Professor Thomas Moreu's secret laboratory.
Thomas Moreu was also a master alchemist.
He was once rescued by a demon hunter from a monster's claws. The demon hunter offered an "accident rate" as a reward, and the professor had to hand over his son Jérôme to the demon hunter.
Since then, Jérôme has become one of the members of School of the Griffin.
But the professor was unwilling to do so and had been studying how to reverse the mutation process of the witcher.
He felt guilty and brooding over the loss of his son.
However, his son Jérôme was not disgusted with becoming a demon hunter. Instead, he had a very bad impression of his father.
The professor had no choice but to deceive Jérôme and lure him to the laboratory with a generous reward.
After a quarrel, the professor took control of Jérôme and carried out the process of reversing the mutation.
What was unexpected was that the mutation was not reversed, but instead made it more powerful.
In the end, the professor had no choice but to imprison Jérôme in a secret location under Fort Ussar, and sent a golem to guard it. He hoped that through time, Jérôme would understand his good intentions as a father.
Overall, this incident is a tragedy.
But it also made Arwen aware that mutations can happen more than once.
Thomas Moreu could study it, and as a master alchemist now, he can do the same.
In six years, he found it.
This Piercing Cold Aard Sign was born from this.
"Arwen, are the three mutations you mentioned true?" Aiken asked hesitantly.
Arwen nodded seriously, "When we find a quieter place, I will write you the recipe for the second mutation first, and you can bring it back to Kyle Mohan."
"As for the third mutation, I have to do it myself."
Aiken and Lambert looked at each other with excitement on their faces.
While chatting, the three of them walked out of the cave.
As the sun sets, the sky looks like red-hot smoked fish fillets.
The alder forest in front of you is dyed in layers and is extremely beautiful.
The three people's eyes looked into the depths of the alder forest at the same moment.
Arwen puts on the hood silently.
There were faint noises there, as well as the sounds of armor clashing and the neighing of war horses.
Fallen leaves were trampled by iron boots, and a large number of Redania soldiers wearing red and white armor, holding military crossbows, slowly stepped forward.
At the front of the team, a black horse with a luxurious saddle paced slowly out among the array of heavy armored infantry.
Sitting on the horse was a knight wearing silver armor, with a falcon pattern engraved on the knight's helmet.
His right hand was always on the hilt of the sword, and his eyes were sharp.
He is Viscount Lancaster, the lord of Redania Alder Town.
When he saw Aiken again, he immediately got off his horse and strode forward.
"Oh, Witcher, I'm so glad to see you safe and sound."
Aiken bowed slightly, put his right hand on his left chest, and made a gesture of courtesy.
Since Arwen became a baron, the king sent a court etiquette teacher to Kyle Mohan to teach these demon hunters basic etiquette.
Therefore, the current School of the Wolf demon hunter can still maintain the most basic dignity when facing noble situations.
"Lord Viscount, I am equally happy to see you."
According to the agreement, Aiken and Lambert will enter the cave first. If they encounter an invincible monster, they will lead it out of the cave.
Viscount Lancaster will lead troops to station outside to support the two of them at any time.
The former glanced at the blood stains on the three bodies, and his eyes quickly moved to Arwen, who was wearing the hood of the wizard's robe.
"Is everything settled?"
"Solved."
"Ha," Viscount Lancaster chuckled, feeling relieved, and then joked, "School of the Wolf's reputation as a demon hunter is indeed well-deserved, but the ugly thing is that you have an extra companion out of thin air now. The bounty of four hundred crowns agreed in advance will not be an extra penny."
Aiken said in a solemn tone, "The Viscount misunderstood, this is----"
Arwen interrupted him and said directly, "Raven, you can call me Raven."
Viscount Lancaster paused slightly, his eyes sharpened suddenly, and he looked carefully at the mysterious black-robed man in front of him from top to bottom.
"Raven----" He murmured, as if he thought of something, "I see."
Immediately, he took off his gloves and performed an extremely standard noble etiquette.
"Sir, it's an honor to see you here."
Arwen was stunned for a moment and returned the gift.
"I'm honored to meet you, Viscount Lancaster."
The soldiers behind the Viscount were all surprised when they saw this scene.
In their memories, the master was arrogant. As a viscount who fought hard on the border, he ignored those Earl who were lying on their backs.
Who can still let the master salute like this? What is the background of the man in black robe in front of me?
Viscount Lancaster said in an excited tone, "This is not the place to talk. It's going to be dark soon. I've held a celebration banquet for you. I hope you three can enjoy it."
Arwen felt the former's enthusiasm and looked at the two people beside him.
Aiken nodded to him, indicating that there was no problem.
Lambert looked impatient and wanted to drink for a long time.
After agreeing to Viscount Lancaster's request, the large army headed towards Alder Town.
On the way, Arwen leaned down and asked Aiken, "What is going on?"
Aiken said with a half-smile, "So there is something you don't know?"
Seeing Arwen's serious attitude, Aiken stopped joking, "Do you still remember what happened to Hydra Canyon six years ago?"
Arwen frowned slightly.
Aiken continued, "That battle was recorded by Earl Rupert of Lower March, and he reported your record to the king Miodrag."
"Soon, the king sent the newly hired sorceress consultant Sabrina to the site to investigate and confirmed the arrival of Hydra Evil God."
"Later, Ms. Freyja also rushed back to Kaedwen and explained what happened."
"This incident has completely shocked the entire royal capital and high-ranking nobles."
"Especially the Marquis Lower March, who was so shocked that he broke into a cold sweat."
"After all, the evil god comes from his territory."
"If something happens, he will be held responsible."
"So, with the encouragement of all the nobles, you were promoted."
"I shouldn't call you Baron, but Viscount."
"Raven's name has also spread to Northern Kingdoms."
Arwen After hearing this, he didn't expect that there was such a layer of cause and effect, and he smiled helplessly.
However, I was silently relieved to hear that Freyja was safe.
As for the title Raven, it is better not to mention it in the future.
But it is also because of this name and School of the Wolf's work style that the reputation of the demon hunter has been greatly restored.
Even demon hunters from other schools were affected. Many demon hunters even secretly pretended to be School of the Wolf and went to Kaedwen to take over the mission.
Although there is no exclusive commission from the royal family, at least I won't be looked down upon and my life is pretty good.
Half an hour later.
A huge crowd of people returned to Alder Town. After hearing that the monsters had been destroyed by the demon hunters, the residents joined the welcoming team one by one.
And voluntarily contributed to the witcher's celebration dinner.
Viscount Lancaster asked the maid to take the three of them to wash up and put on decent and comfortable clothes.
Arwen is still wearing a black wizard robe.
Viscount Lancaster knows that he wants to be low-key and doesn't force it.
Aiken and Lambert put on exquisite cotton dresses.
Arwen only gave one review.
Human and dog-like.
Under the leadership of the servant, the three of them arrived at the warehouse not far from the castle.
This was voluntarily cleared by a businessman as a venue for banquets.
The experienced women of the estate hung mistletoe to cover up the musty smell of the warehouse.
What is ridiculous is that the superstitious locals insist on using a large amount of garlic, and then hang it on the eaves and beams in a crisscross method.
It is said that this can scare nocturnal vampires who sneak into the dinner party.
If a high-level vampire saw this, I'm afraid he would keep complaining.
Against the rough warehouse wall, a huge long oak table was covered with white linen mats.
A huge bonfire was built in the northeast corner, and the bright flames dispersed the darkness.
Thirteen dedicated chefs from the Viscount Castle also came here.
On the grill, there is an attractive sizzling sound, and the air is filled with the aroma of barbecued meat and nuts.
There were already many people at the banquet, including lord officers wearing armor, local merchants and wealthy businessmen, and many foreign businessmen. The scene was noisy but orderly.
The banquet reached its climax after Viscount Lancaster arrived dressed up.
A young woman wearing a long blue silk dress, she was a famous local bard. She plucked the strings of the lute with extremely dexterous fingers, and sang the legend of Raven in the north with her soft and gentle voice.
Under the leadership of the Viscount, Aiken and Lambert deservedly became the focus of everyone.
Arwen Listening to the singing, he sat in a remote corner and enjoyed the food silently.
Aiken and Lambert stared at him with resentful eyes from time to time.
Arwen looks like he is enjoying himself. After all, happiness is based on the pain of others.
At this moment, a figure slowly approached him.
"Dear Sir, may I have dinner with you?