Resurrection Day, October 15, 1230.
There is a cave behind Temple of Melitele.
The top of the cave was artificially dug out and spliced with pieces of natural crystal.
Sunlight shines into the cave through these crystals, and huge flower pots are neatly placed on both sides, which are filled with densely packed fungus, mignonette, carnivorous flowers...
In the middle is a puddle, and next to it is a circle of enclosed wooden frames. Plants grow freely from here, climbing up the wooden frame or climbing up the stone wall, exuding the fragrance of vegetation.
In a place where sunlight gathers, there is a rectangular wooden table, with crucibles, distillers and other alchemical facilities displayed on it.
Nenneke stood by the table, pressing a corner of the yellowed parchment with his right palm, scanning it quickly.
Arwen stood aside wearing a clean silver-studded leather jacket, his eyes constantly looking at everything around him.
It was like a glass greenhouse, with sunlight gathering inside. He had seen many of the plants for the first time.
Mia rolled up his sleeves, holding a bone stick in his hand, and half filled the small basket on his waist with gray-yellow leaves.
"It's spiny fur..."
Arwen recognized this herb.
Mia stood up, wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and then smiled sweetly at Arwen.
Arwen nodded and the latter walked out of the room.
In the past few days, in addition to daily training and helping with the temple's chores, he has been here to seek alchemy knowledge from Nenneke.
His eyes glanced at the panel.
[Herbalism Alchemy Lv.2:812/1000]
A faint voice came from behind.
"Looks like we have a girl here whose heart is about to be stolen."
Arwen turned his head and looked into Nenneke's narrowed eyes.
There was a hint of teasing in the corner of the latter's mouth.
"She just collected 21 thorny fur grasses, and six of them had damaged rhizomes. This is very abnormal for her."
Arwen did not speak.
Nenneke shrugged. She had a lot of contact with witchers and knew their temperament.
When faced with difficult questions, I stopped talking.
"I have already read your body-tempering alchemy prescription."
Arwen The cat's eyes condensed slightly, revealing a look of interest.
Nenneke picked up the parchment with his right hand, "Have you read "World History"? I have seen it in your library."
"Read a little bit." Arwen quickly replied. Tissaia also gave him a complete set, but he had already gone down the mountain before he could read it carefully.
Nenneke looked at the shining stems of the crow's eye potato not far away.
"1500 years ago, Conjunction of the Spheres happened, bringing various races and all kinds of terrifying creatures to the world, but there is also a sequence. According to legend, the first ones to come to this world were dwarves, but some people say they were goblins and gnomes."
"According to the records in "World History", the first time we northerners landed on this continent was Resurrection Day 760, which was 470 years ago."
"At that time, the northern continent was densely covered with primeval forests, and there were countless man-eating monsters. Even giant dragons appeared frequently. They could easily destroy armies and burn down towns simply by spitting out dragon flames."
"The legendary King Desmod and two other human monarchs, in order to obtain a larger living space, led the wizards to fight against the northerners and overcome obstacles. Even if the purge lasted for a hundred years, the situation was still very difficult."
"At that time, people were in urgent need of a powerful and professional monster hunter, preferably with a high moral level, to deal with the murderous monsters in the jungle and swamps, so as to protect people's safety."
"The wizards began related research on human body modification in Rissberg, and monarchs from various countries invested countless gold coins in it."
"There are some finished products, but they all have flaws."
"Until the 10th century, several children walked out of Rissberg. They had cat-like eyes and their reactions were several times that of ordinary people."
"The origin of the demon hunter." Arwen said.
Nenneke nodded, "Yes, this is the story of the origin of the demon hunter. Vesemir should have talked to you about it."
"But I just mentioned that there were some results before the demon hunter was developed, and this Body-Tempering Alchemy is one of them."
"At that time, giant dragons were rampant, and even the sub-dragon species posed a powerful threat to humans."
"This recipe is specially used to deal with dragons. It uses the hearts of giant dragons and sub-dragons together with rare magic plants to make a plaster. If you apply it on your body, you will gain power comparable to that of dragons."
"It's just..." Nenneke's voice paused, "The heart is the same as the brain. According to doctrine, they carry the soul of life."
"And dragon creatures are an extremely powerful race. The remaining violent aura will always destroy the user's will, making them become furious, extreme, and bloodthirsty. No one is spared."
"I just told you that the king hopes to get a monster hunter with high moral character, preferably a knight, right?"
"Yes." Arwen looked serious.
"The most important glorious virtue of a knight is loyalty, and nine out of ten knights who use this plaster become bloodthirsty monsters. This is something the king does not want to see."
"Not long after, the first batch of demon hunter children appeared. They had stable personalities. Although they looked cruel and vicious in appearance, they were malleable. Compared with the extremely unstable bloodthirsty monsters, one could tell at a glance which one was better."
"Since then, this Body-Tempering Alchemy plaster has been gradually abandoned and disappeared in the long river of history."
Arwen rubbed his chin, "Nenneke, are there corresponding alchemy herbs in the temple?"
Nenneke looked into his peephole, "Do you want to give it a try?"
"Hmm."
"Several of these herbs are very rare, and it will take some time to collect them. The same goes for refining this plaster, and the success rate is very low."
Nenneke saw that Arwen's eyes did not retreat, and his expression became serious.
"You can try, but I must remind you that it must be done in the temple. If there is a problem, I can also terminate it as soon as possible."
"Of course."
"Then the temple also needs to keep a copy of the refined plaster and the Royal Wyvern materials."
"No problem, thank you."
"Haha, if you want to thank me, please wait until you succeed."
"By the way," Arwen took out an amethyst necklace from his arms, "Can you help me see what this is?"
Nenneke took the hand and rubbed it carefully with his palm, "Based on my experience, this should be a magic prop, but I don't know what its specific function is."
"Besides, I'm not a sorceress."
Nenneke handed the amethyst back to Arwen, and the two walked out of the crystal shed and returned to the temple hall.
Under the stained glass dome, at the feet of the goddess Melitele, a man in red and a man in linen sat there on their knees, their heads lowered, their faces covered with bruises, and they kept chanting silent prayers.
Arwen glanced at them and saw that they were the red priests and "sharecroppers" who instigated the protesters that day.
In the past few days, he and Nenneke had interrogated each other and used Axii Sign. Unfortunately, there was a mysterious broker in the middle, and they did not know the real master behind the scenes.
The two people seemed to have noticed Arwen's gaze, and their bodies trembled suddenly.
At this time, a restless sound came from the direction of the temple door.
Nenneke frowned and looked at the gap where the door was pushed open, feeling throbbing in his heart.
She thought of the prophecy made by the high priest Asumpta that day, and murmured, "Danger will also come..."
Arwen frowned, and through the crack of the door, he saw many heads. They were noisy, holding pitchforks and flails in their hands.
"You still dare to come?"
Arwen Put on the hood, the person has already rushed out.