Judd's voice had long been hoarse, and his tone of voice could not help but take on a hint of an ancient and strange accent as he spoke.

"Okay, okay... There are three necessary steps in the Demon Hunter Trial:

The first step is called choice. A special diet made of special mushrooms, mosses and herbs is supplemented with brutal physical training... The apprentices' original muscle tissue will be digested and stronger muscles will grow again, so that the teenagers have the strength of adults. Many apprentices can't make it, and they will go crazy during training, or simply die of heart or liver failure.

The second step is called the Trial of Grass. Use potions to destroy your nervous system and other mortal parts of your body, and rebuild a more resilient cycle over a period of seven days. You may have a brain hemorrhage, your internal organs may fail, or your whole body may melt like butter. It is said that Kaer Morhen has the highest success rate, and 40% of apprentices survive.

Finally, there is the Dream Trial... another new mutagen. This will alter your bone marrow and hormones, taking away your fertility. Guess what the survival rate is for this step?"

Lann recorded the details of what the other party said expressionlessly, especially the formula of the potion, and said, "Don't talk about topics that are not related to the trial."

"No, no, no, this is of course a topic related to the trial. Guess what the survival rate is? The answer is 30%. This is data from the past few hundred years, and the success rate for apprentices over the age of ten is zero!"

Judd looked at Lann breathlessly. The water torture before 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 from which bard's story or strange storybook he heard about the story of the witcher, and he also wants to be one of them."

"I became a monster, neither human nor beast. I was expelled by soldiers and officials, rejected by the civilians I 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 this, but I probably know more about demon hunters than most people in the world, or even everyone in the world. I respect your group very much - of course, that doesn't include you."

"I have asked everything I want to know. Do you have anything else to say?"

The small prison was immediately filled with a murderous atmosphere because of this sentence. The demon hunter had already anticipated his own end. He had known that this day would come. Now that the disaster was imminent, he did not feel fear.

"Hahahaha, hahahahaha. Go become a witcher, noble boy! Go become a witcher, you will die, you will definitely die! Hahaha, hahaha!"

Crazy laughter echoed behind him. Lann turned around, grabbed the long sword, and stabbed him in the throat with one blow.

The amber pupils completely extinguished their light, and the experience value on the panel jumped slightly. The increase was not enough for a task of catching a thief.

Hearing the noise inside the cell, the jailers who had been waiting outside came up immediately. After Lann left, they put down the body of the demon hunter neatly. This body will eventually be thrown into the wilderness with other executed prisoners.

When I walked out of the prison, the sun was shining outside, and all the cold air from inside was dispelled.

When the horse attendant House saw Lann coming out, he immediately went to the stable and led out Lann's mount.

Lan was in a good mood. Although his first encounter with the witcher was not pleasant, he unexpectedly achieved part of his goal and figured out the content of the witcher's 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 more power. If he gambles his life for this, it would be a waste of time. Lan decided that the next stage goal is to try to increase the success rate of the demon hunter trial, or in other words, his success rate in passing the demon hunter trial.

This process is much more difficult than obtaining the Demon Hunter Trial, and inevitably requires the participation of warlocks. The Cintra royal family does have a warlock who is supported by them, but he is 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.

Speaking of which, Judd's body might be a good experimental material that could help crack the witcher's trial and investigate what changes have taken place in the witcher's body.

However, Lann himself does not have the academic qualifications to decipher the anatomy at present, and the sorcerers who are capable of deciphering it are not around.

Everything returns to the starting point of "taking the long term view".

Lann thought. Before the warlock came back, it would be difficult to advance his plan to become a demon hunter. Now that he had nothing to do, he might as well take the city guards out to do some missions.

"Come to think of it, I didn't see them today? Where are my city guards?" Lann turned around and asked the servant.

"My Lord Earl, you forgot that you let everyone rest today." Sword Sergeant Sword reminded.

House, who was leading the horse, interrupted and said, "You gave everyone a lot of rewards this time. I just saw them walking towards the Rose Garden..."

As House was speaking, he suddenly felt the entire team's pace suddenly stop.

Lan asked curiously: "Where is Rose Court? Shouldn't their favorite place be the Three Crows Tavern?"

The young Earl glanced at the three servants. The sword servant, Sword, was the strongest and the most honest, but not good at socializing. In comparison, the other two were much smarter, especially the young stable boy House, who usually had the most fun with the soldiers of the city defense army.

"House, go ahead."

House, Ace and Sword looked at each other and said hesitantly, "Rose Garden...it costs more. It's a place people go to after they save up some money."

Rose Garden... Rose Garden? Lan chewed on the name again and again, and seemed to have tasted a little flavor.

Lann narrowed his eyes: "You all know Rose Garden?"

The three servants hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"Is it just me who doesn't know?"

The three servants hesitated for a moment and shook their heads.

Lann lowered his head to think for a while, then said to the three attendants, "I have nothing to do today. I also want to see what my soldiers do on their day off. Rose Garden, right?"

The three servants' eyes lit up and they nodded vigorously.

"Set off!"

…

The next day, at noon, at Lannister Mansion.

Lan was sweating profusely, standing 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 he learned from the torture yesterday, and his body gradually moved.

He took steps as cleverly and lightly as a cat, in sharp contrast to which his upper body spun wildly like a windmill. Driven by Lann, the long sword swept through every piece of space around him.

【Whirling Sword Dance】!

"But it's just a show, not a substance."

After spinning wildly for a few rounds, Lann, as if finally tired of playing, stopped and sighed.