Yennefer, who had an indifferent expression before, suddenly changed his expression.
"Geralt, why are you so crazy?"
"I'm not crazy, Ye," Geralt stared into Yennefer's eyes, "If Ms. Tissaia and you need a volunteer, there is no doubt that I am more suitable than them."
Yennefer retorted without thinking, "No, you are not suitable!"
"Ye..."
"Shut your mouth, I don't want to hear it!"
The air seemed a little depressing.
"Brother, um..." Lambert glanced at Yennefer, who had a frighteningly gloomy face, and quickly looked away as if he was afraid of burning his eyes, "Actually, you don't need to compete with us on this matter. Eskel and I are enough."
"That's right, White Wolf."
Eskel agreed with Lambert in a rare way, "The three of us are all School of the Wolf, me, Lambert and you, are we all the same? There is no difference."
Ever since Yennefer moved in, they have been tormented a lot.
Unlike the former dean, Tissaia has always maintained the elegance of a noble, so even if Eskel and Lambert are serving her, they are willing to do so.
But Yennefer orders others around just like nobles order servants. Not only does he never look down upon them, he seems to take it for granted.
Lambert and Eskel both ran to Geralt because of this matter, and then found that Geralt couldn't hold his head up in front of Yennefer.
His status is not as high as the two of them.
However, the two of them also realized that although Yennefer was neither gentle nor elegant, he truly loved Geralt.
Therefore, for the sake of the happiness of their good brothers, the two of them endured it.
But now, if the two of them cause Geralt to have an accident or get injured...
The two of them couldn't imagine how they would live in Kaer Morhen next.
This sorceress may not transform into a tyrannosaurus anytime.
Yennefer stared at Geralt's cat eyes without saying a word.
The atmosphere was silent and stiff.
Even Serrit, Auckes and George dare not speak.
Until Geralt opened his mouth to break the silence.
Geralt, who always gave in when facing Yennefer in the past, rarely went against Yennefer this time.
"Ye, do you know the most basic common sense of our demon hunters' Trial of the Grasses?"
"The better the Mutagen you use, the longer you endure the mutation, and the better your mutation-enhancing ability will be."
"Vesemir once said that I have shown unusual endurance among Trial of the Grasses, so I am the strongest among us."
"Therefore, I should try this Secondary Mutation first."
Yennefer was shaking with anger.
Geralt I thought she would be furious and curse.
Just like she did before.
But in the end she didn't say anything and just left angrily.
"Geralt, you..."
White Wolf waved his hand to stop Eskel from speaking, "No need to say anything, I have already made a decision. Lynn has his responsibility, and I have mine. This is my responsibility."
"Okay then."
Lambert sighed.
The other witchers said nothing.
Geralt thought it would take a few days before he could see Yennefer again. Unexpectedly, in the afternoon, Tissaia called Geralt to the underground laboratory in the castle.
Through the candlelights placed everywhere, Geralt noticed that in the center of the laboratory, there were many devices that he could not see the purpose of. Each of these devices was connected by pipes, and finally concentrated on the central one, which looked like a humanoid device like an iron maiden.
"So, this is what Secondary Mutation is going to use? When I come out of it, I won't turn into a vampire, right?"
Tissaia didn't even look at him, he was just busy checking the equipment and making final confirmations.
"Please wait until you finish before posting your remarks. Now, let us wait... Oh, she is finally here."
Yennefer had a straight face, with no expression at all.
She walked into the laboratory and gave Geralt a large glass of liquid that looked undrinkable.
"Drink it."
Geralt knew that he could no longer joke like he did with Tissaia, so he took it and took a sip without saying a word.
I almost vomited as a result.
His stomach was churning as if in protest.
Geralt It took a lot of perseverance not to spit out the stuff on the sorceress in front of him. "Ye, what is this?"
"Herbal juice that can minimize your body's rejection reaction."
"Can't this taste be changed?"
"Of course, this stuff is only slightly worse than bitter medicine, but I spent a whole afternoon to adjust it like this." Yennefer put his hands on his hips, and there seemed to be a smile on his face, but the smile disappeared in the blink of an eye.
So much so that Geralt suspected that he might have had an illusion just now.
"Don't you want to be a hero? Don't you want to take responsibility? Well, this is the price."
"I declare in advance, you'd better not waste my hard work, and don't spit on me... otherwise," Yennefer's violet eyes flashed with a cold light, "You know the consequences."
Geralt swallowed.
He looked down at the herbal juice in his hand.
Then, with the determination to die, he closed his eyes and sighed.
Then he lost consciousness.
When he woke up again, Yennefer, who had been standing by his bedside, told him that he had been asleep for two full days.
If it weren't for Yennefer and Tissaia constantly using magic to monitor Geralt's body to confirm that there were no abnormal reactions, Yennefer almost thought he was going to lose him.
Geralt The first reaction when I woke up was that I felt very hungry.
When Yennefer brought him food, he ate half the amount before he felt full.
After resting for another half hour, he and Yennefer came to the open space of the training ground.
Tissaia and other demon hunters also came to the training ground.
Originally, Tissaia hoped that Geralt could rest for two more days to stabilize first.
But Geralt feels that he is full of energy and in better condition than ever before.
So Tissaia stopped blocking it.
She happened to also want to see what kind of changes Geralt would be brought about by the improved Secondary Mutation after she and Yennefer had been working for so long.
First, there is the physical fitness test.
Eskel handed him the half-sword that Geralt usually used.
As a result, Geralt was weighed in my hand and it felt a little light.
Fortunately, when Lynn came back to Kaer Morhen for the winter last time, considering that the Witcher School would recruit a large number of students in the future, he prepared various weapons in the arsenal in advance.
So Eskel went back to get a two-handed sword for Geralt.