Chapter 22 Nothing to do today ~
Judd’s voice has long been hoarse, and as he talks, his tone of voice can’t help but take on a hint of an ancient and weird accent.
"Okay, okay... There are three necessary steps in the Witcher Trial:
The first step is called choice. A special diet composed of special mushrooms, moss and herbs is supplemented with brutal physical training... The original muscles of the apprentices The tissue will be digested and stronger muscles will grow back, allowing the teenager to have the strength of an adult. Many apprentices will not survive and will go crazy during training, or simply die of heart or liver failure. The second step is
called The Trial of Grass. Potion that destroys your nervous system and other mortal parts of your body, rebuilding a tougher cycle for up to seven days. You might suffer a brain hemorrhage, or your internal organs might fail, or... The whole person melts like butter. It is said that Kaer Morhen has the highest success rate, with 40% of the surviving apprentices.
Finally, there is the dream trial... another new mutation potion. This will transform your bone marrow and hormones, taking away Your fertility. Guess what the survival rate is in this step?"
Lann recorded the details of the other party's words without expression, especially the formula of the potion, and said: "Don't talk about topics unrelated to the trial."
"No, no, no, this is of course a topic related to trials. Guess what the survival rate is? The answer is - 30%. This is data from hundreds of years, and the success rate of apprentices over ten years old is - zero !"
Judd panted and looked at Lann. The previous waterboarding made it very difficult for him to concentrate, but even so, his eyes were still full of teasing: "Poor noble boy, no matter how you look at it, he is over ten years old. . I don’t know which bard’s story or strange storybook I heard about the witcher, and I want to be one of them.” “Become a monster, neither human nor beast, and be regarded by soldiers and
officials They were expelled, rejected by the civilians he saved, hunted by twisted monsters, and became a monster wandering on the edge of human civilization!"
Lann closed the notebook silently: "You may not believe it, but I may be better than anyone else in the world. Most people, or everyone in the world, knows about witchers. I respect you as a group - except you, of course." "I've asked you all I want to know, do
you have anything else to say? Is that so?"
The small prison was immediately filled with a chilling atmosphere because of these words. The demon hunter had already anticipated his own end. He had long known that such a day would come to him. Now that disaster is approaching, he doesn't feel afraid.
"Hahahaha, hahahahahaha. Go and become a demon hunter, noble boy! Go and become a demon hunter, you will die, you will definitely die! Hahaha, hahaha!" Crazy laughter echoed behind him
. Lan turned around, grabbed the sword, and sealed his throat with the sword.
The amber pupils completely extinguished the light, and the experience value on the panel jumped slightly. The amount of improvement is not enough to catch a thief.
Hearing the movement inside the cell, the jailers who had been watching and waiting outside immediately came up. They quickly put down the body of the witcher after Lan left. The body will eventually be thrown into the wilderness with other executed prisoners.
When he walked out of the prison, the sun was shining brightly outside, and all the cold atmosphere from inside was dissipated.
House, the horse attendant, saw Lan coming out and immediately went to the stable to bring Lan's mount out.
Lann was in a good mood. Although his first encounter with the witcher was not a pleasant one, he unexpectedly achieved part of his goal and clarified the content of the witcher trial.
It's just that the success rate of this trial is a little bit low. Becoming a demon hunter is to allow Lan to gain better strength. If he gambles his life because of this, he would be compromising his abilities. Lann decided that the next phased goal was to try to increase the success rate of the Demon Hunter Trial, or in other words, his own success rate of passing the Demon Hunter Trial.
This process is much more difficult than obtaining the Witcher Trial, and inevitably requires the involvement of a warlock. The royal family of Cintra does have a warlock who supports them, but they are not here now.
Lann felt that he needed to think of a suitable reason to hand over the content of this trial to the other party, and persuade the warlock to help him solve the problem together.
Speaking of which, Judd's corpse may be a good experimental material, which can help decipher the witcher's trial and investigate what changes have occurred in the witcher's body.
It's just that Lan currently doesn't have the academic qualifications to decipher anatomy, and there are no warlocks capable of deciphering it.
Everything has returned to the starting point of "long-term planning".
Lann thought. Before the warlock comes back, it may be difficult to move forward with his plan to become a demon hunter. Now that I have nothing to do, I might as well take the city guards out to complete the missions.
"Speaking of which, I don't seem to have seen them today? Where are my city guards?" Lan turned back and asked the attendant.
"My lord, you forgot, please let everyone rest today." Sword Attendant Sward reminded.
House, who was leading the horse, interrupted at this time: "You also gave everyone a lot of rewards this time. I just saw them walking towards the Rose Garden..." As House was talking, he suddenly felt that the whole team's pace suddenly increased
. A meal.
Lann asked strangely: "Where is the Rose Garden? Shouldn't their favorite place be the Three Crows pub?" The
young earl glanced at the three attendants. The sword attendant Sward was the most powerful. The strongman is the most honest but unsociable. In comparison, the other two are much smarter, especially the ponyboy House who usually has the most fun with the soldiers of the city defense army.
"House, tell me."
House, Ace, and Swade looked at each other and said hesitantly: "Rose Garden... is more expensive and is a place everyone will go to after saving some money. "
Rose Garden...Rose Garden? " Lan chewed the name over and over again and seemed to get a taste of it.
Lann narrowed his eyes: "You all know Rose Garden?"
The three attendants hesitated for a while and nodded.
"Am I the only one who doesn't know?"
The three attendants hesitated for a while and shook their heads.
Lan lowered his head and thought for a while, then said to the three attendants: "Simply, nothing to do today - I also want to see what my soldiers are doing on their days off. Rose Garden, right?" The eyes of the three attendants lit up
. , nodded vigorously.
"Let's go!"
...
The next day, the sun was rising, at the Lannister Mansion.
Lan was sweating profusely and stood motionless in the middle of the courtyard with his sword in hand.
After a while, Lann took a deep breath, recalling the actions of the demon hunter in the previous battle and the key points learned during yesterday's torture, and his body gradually began to move.
Like a cat taking clever and light steps, in stark contrast, his upper body was spinning wildly like a windmill, and the long sword was driven by Lan to sweep across every space around him.
[Whirlpool Sword Dance]!
"But it's all appearance, no spirit."
After spinning wildly for several times, Lann stopped and sighed as if he was finally tired of playing.
(End of chapter)