"Install."
An icon with the appearance of Ghoul appears in the mutation column of the panel.
"Huh..."
The brows under the hood were slightly frowned, and heavy breathing came from his mouth.
My stomach felt like I had swallowed a fireball, and the burning sensation spread throughout my body.
The arms hanging down clenched the palms tightly, and the strength increased again.
If I had been blessed by [Giant Bloodline] before, I could punch a thousand kilograms of force with one punch.
Now it is about 1,030 pounds, an increase of about 3%.
30 pounds, Arwen is a little dissatisfied, it is only one-tenth of [Old Spearhead Mutagen]'s 30% strength increase.
If those strong men knew this, they would probably want to die.
At Blue Star, the top professional boxers only weigh about 650 pounds per blow.
And Arwen's current strike is almost twice as powerful as theirs.
He is only sixteen years old, and his body bones have not fully grown yet.
In the later stage of "The Witcher 3", Geralt also said that his power is more than ten times that of ordinary people.
That is almost the current power of Arwen.
What's more, the shackles of power on the body's functions have been released, and his strength may be comparable to that of Yalong when he becomes an adult.
"Fortunately, Ghoul and Drowner are easy to find among monsters, so take your time."
"As for [Gluttonous Digestion]..."
Arwen closed his eyes and felt it.
Previously [Tawny Owl] could give him 1 hour of energy enhancement, but now it is almost 1.3 hours.
The extra twenty minutes is definitely a big enhancement, and it gives you a lot more room for error and room for conflict with the enemy.
Eating food can also help you recover your strength faster.
All in all, it has no explosive effects and is considered a good auxiliary skill.
Close the panel.
Raven had already flown to the wooden fence nearby, tilting his head and staring at the body of Ghoul on the ground.
It is waiting for Arwen to finish processing before coming forward to eat.
Arwen opened his eyes, put away the silver sword, pulled out the hunting dagger from his waist and started to deal with it.
Ghoul's claws are very sharp, but they carry a lot of germs. After being cleaned, they are quite popular among quartermasters.
As for the monster's internal organs and the like, he has no usable tools now and cannot take them away.
There is one thing, however, that Vesemir specifically emphasized when talking about Ghoul.
He took out a clean, empty glass bottle from his belt bag.
The dagger broke open Ghoul's chest, exposing the red irregular sarcoma that had stopped beating.
Ghoul's heart.
Arwen Use a knife to gently make a cut, then point the glass bottle at it, and the bright red blood slowly flows out from the wound.
The blood of Ghoul must be taken from the heart of Ghoul who just died. It is a very good alchemy material.
In the witcher circle, the most famous one is the magic potion [Black Blood].
This is a magical weapon against vampires.
In ten minutes, Arwen completed collecting blood from the hearts of four Ghoul.
One of them was stabbed in the heart and died.
The dagger scraped off a layer of meat from Ghoul's heart and threw it towards Raven's position.
The latter jumped down from the fence, pressed down on the piece of meat with one foot, and kept pecking out tiny pieces of meat with its beak.
Arwen weighed the two bottles of Ghoul's blood in his hands, his eyes flashed, and [Alchemy Perception] noticed the red ripples emanating from the bottles.
The quality is pretty good.
After Raven finished eating, Arwen also used Igni Sign to clean the battlefield, took back his mare, and walked towards the village.
The village is not big, with only a dozen houses made of wood and thatch.
But when he walked to the dirt road in the village, every door was closed tightly, as if he was avoiding the plague.
"It's the witcher... bolt the door."
"Annata, please go back to your room and stay there. You are not allowed to come out."
Tiny sounds came from one room after another.
Arwen is used to this, and trying to reason with these fools is a waste of time.
Following the path to the middle of the village, a slightly larger house appeared in front of us, with a small yard surrounded by branches in front of the house.
Arwen stepped forward and pulled the bronze bell beside the yard with his palm, making a crisp sound.
"Squeak..."
The wooden door opens.
The first person to show up was a woman with freckles on her face. The woman just glanced at Arwen and closed the door tremblingly.
Arwen twitched his lips and was rejected.
He leaned against a wooden pile and took a nap for a while.
His strong sense of hearing made him notice the continuous coughing in the room.
Fortunately, not long after, the door opened again.
This time, a middle-aged man wearing a gray shirt came out. There were patches everywhere on his clothes, and some lint was exposed in the seams. He thought he had been using it for a long time.
The man's rough, dark face forced an ugly smile.
"I'm sorry, please forgive my wife for her rude behavior just now."
Arwen Raise your forehead, which is rare for polite Kaedwen people.
"Mr. Raven, has the monster in the cattle pen been solved?"
"I listened to the screaming over there and it stopped for a while."
Arwen folded his hands on his chest and spoke in a deep voice.
"Solved, Ian Village Chief."
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Raven, thank you for your efforts. You have really helped us a lot."
"With those monsters around, no one in the village dared to work in the fields these days, and a cow and three sheep died."
"And..."
Arwen raised his hand to interrupt his complaint.
"These are not my responsibilities, we should talk about compensation."
"According to the market price, one Ghoul 70 ducats, five 350 ducats."
"Uh..." The enthusiasm on the face of the village chief Ian instantly dissipated, and he rubbed his calloused hands awkwardly.
"Mr. Raven, can you please slow down the 350 ducats?"
Arwen retorted, "This is not a big sum of money."
"Well... you have seen the situation in the village. We moved here according to the lord's land reclamation order, and we really don't have much money."
Arwen's eyes gradually became sharper, and the other party was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly.
"I... the village can only give you 192 ducats in total... if you don't mind... just do it..."
Arwen looked at the other party's pale face, and listened to the other party's words, and knew that this was the most.
"Okay."
When the village chief Ian saw Arwen relenting, he immediately bowed and thanked him.
After all, the opponent's cat eyes and the giant sword behind his back look really scary.
"Thank you very much," he took out a money bag from his arms and handed it to Arwen's hand.
He hesitated for a while and leaned closer, asking in a low voice, "Witcher, are those monsters really not coming back?"
Arwen pointed at a plume of black smoke on the other side of the cow pen, "I have burned the body with a fire, and the smell of blood has been covered with cow dung at the scene. It will not come back again."
The village chief Ian breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's great."
"Ahem..."
The sound of coughing came from inside the house again.
This time, even ordinary people can hear it, and the sound is as loud as if it wants to cough out the lungs.
The village chief Ian had a sad face and pretended to be calm. "The child at home was blown by the cold wind..."
Arwen said, "Ordinary wind and cold will not cause coughing like this. Where is the doctor in the village?"
Ian looked embarrassed.
Arwen shook his head silently, took out a small bottle from his pocket, with a light mint smell, and handed it to the other party's hand.
"This is an herbal medicine I tinker with in my spare time. It's good for the lungs. Take it."
Ian pursed his lips, "But, but I don't have any more money to give you."
"Show me the way, where is Town of Frankenthal?"
The village chief Ian's numb eyes instantly ignited with joy, and he pointed his finger to the west side of the village.
"Follow this road onto the main road and keep walking towards where the sun sets. You can see the town in about half a day."
"Okay."
Arwen turned and left.
Ian came from behind to say thank you again.
"Thank you, kind-hearted demon hunter, and may Melitele always bless you."
ps. The strength has been modified. At first, I vaguely remembered that Geralt said in a mission in The Witcher 3 that his strength was ten times that of ordinary people. Then I searched again and found that a professional boxer's punch of 650 kilograms is 6 or 7 times that of an ordinary person, so I set it to 650 kilograms, but the reader criticized it. After the review, there is indeed a big omission. Geralt will be ten times stronger than an ordinary person forty years later. So now the strength is only 5 or more than 600 kilograms. Then the strength of a giant is useless, so it was revised to a thousand kilograms. If there are still problems, feel free to criticize. It is very difficult for a newcomer to write the first book. I humbly ask for advice, free chapter, just a little word count, QAQ..., oh, by the way, I also wrote a chapter Gwent later, but I found out after I finished writing that I have been using mods to play Gwent, and the spy reduces the opponent's attack power. One card, and then I found it troublesome, and the one that drew the card was also cancelled. Now I can't change it even if I want to, so I will bypass Xiaodouzi this time. Fortunately, Gwent was made 40 years later. It is now an early access version and it still works. Please forgive me, readers. Thank you.