"What commission?"

"I want to explore the remains of a laboratory, but I'm worried about just human soldiers, no matter how many people there are. Soldiers' lives are not to be wasted. So I need the help of professionals."

"What can I do for you, Guide?"

"More than that." Lann shook his head and thought about the troubles he might encounter in the laboratory. "For things like exploring ruins, bringing too many people would be a hindrance. I want to bring as few people as possible. In this way, I need some strong guys to make up for the lack of manpower. It just so happens that my aunt opened the royal treasury for me.

So first question: How many recipes for alchemical bombs do you know? I'd like you to make some for my soldiers."

The inventor of the alchemical bomb was not a witcher. Many warlocks, alchemists and even pharmacists knew a little about the principles behind it. There was no need for Geralt to keep these technologies secret.

"If it's powerful enough, Honeycomb Bomb, Dragon Dream, and Dancing Star should meet your requirements."

[Hive Bomb]: Causes fragmentation damage to enemies within the explosion range, and causes a small amount of fire damage. It can effectively fight almost all monsters except for a few extremely powerful boss-level enemies.

[Dragon Dream]: An alchemical bomb that releases flammable, intensely burning gas when it explodes. Multiple Dragon Dream gases can ignite each other, causing a chain reaction that can damage a large number of enemies spread over a wide area.

[Dancing Star]: A bomb with great destructive power that can burst into flames. It is particularly effective against creatures that like to attack in groups and are afraid of fire, and can burn enemies. It has a miraculous effect when used with the gas produced by the Dragon Dream bomb.

Lann was delighted to hear this. These were exactly what he needed. "Great! How many of these bombs do you usually carry with you?"

Geralt reached into his alchemy backpack and pulled out something. "This is a beehive. I usually carry four with me. I only make a few Dragon's Dream and Dancing Stars before special missions. Bombs are expensive, so I use swords more often."

Lan scratched his chin and requested, "I've experienced the honeycomb before, it's quite powerful, so let's make forty first. You can also make ten of the other two types first so I can see the effect, if they are powerful enough, they will be as powerful as the honeycomb."

Geralt was stunned for a moment, scratched his ear and asked, "...How much did you say?"

…

Half a month later.

The city guards’ training ground.

Lann and Geralt stood facing each other, taking slow, tentative steps.

After the swords collided with each other several times, the two began to spin at the same time as if in tacit understanding, like sword moves and dance steps, their feet were light and their swords swept like the wind.

The sound of "Dangdangdang" like the sound of iron hammering kept ringing in the martial arts field. The harsh and shrill sound of steel friction tortured the ear nerves of everyone watching the battle.

In the martial arts arena, the spectators were whispering. The soldiers surrounded the two people in the middle, and every clash of swords brought out exclamations.

In the crowd, Sword said to Ace with admiration: "It's amazing. This is the first time I see someone who can compete with the Earl."

Ace nodded. "We could tell how skilled he is when he was dealing with the Griffin. Monsters hunting humans, and demon hunters hunting monsters, that's pretty impressive. What's more, this is the famous 'White Wolf'."

He patted Sword's shoulder and said, "Don't read it. More than half a month has passed. What can you learn? You might as well use this time to get familiar with those alchemical bombs. This is related to the Earl's future plans."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the shooting range.

Sword turned around and tried to find his friend, but Ace went to shoot arrows, and House liked to stay with Black Wind. He was not as good at getting along with the city guards as Ace was. He could only turn around and continue to appreciate the duel between the two superb swordsmen.

"Who says I can't learn it? There's nothing I can't learn by watching it a few times..." Sword muttered to himself unconvincedly, watching the repeated collisions between the two men in the field with shining eyes.

With a "crack", the unsharpened training sword in Lan's hand suddenly broke into a small piece. Before he could react and adjust his sword, his spinning steps were too slow to stop due to inertia.

After five or six rounds of fierce fighting, Lann's sword suddenly broke in the middle, and half of the sword flew out in a spin.

Lann also staggered a few steps, then quickly distanced himself from Geralt.

Geralt gasped, “That’s it?”

Lan nodded and looked at the practice sword in his hand: "That's it. This sword that has been tortured for half a month can finally rest."

"It's hard to believe that you are this powerful." Geralt exclaimed, "I even think that some of the guys in the school are not as good as you."

Lann shook his head: "But I'm still far behind you in terms of skills."

During the past half month, Lann had been practicing with Geralt every day, treating him as an automatic sparring machine. The effect was remarkable. So far, Lann could finally use the sword dance skills in actual combat and had an effective means of dealing with multiple enemies.

Of course, the [Sword Dance] in the system panel was still dim. Lan was looking forward to seeing how much his sword moves would be enhanced after clicking on this skill.

Lann and Geralt sat aside to rest. Geralt began to close his eyes and rest a little tiredly. He practiced with Lann during the day, and he also had to take time out to make alchemical bombs, which was a big burden for him.

Lan was watching the soldiers' training. After a while, he waved to Ace, and the arrow attendant quickly ran over.

"Where's Milva?"

Ace replied, "She doesn't like the military camp very much. She didn't come out this morning and has been at the shooting range in the mansion for the past few days."

Lan nodded and asked again, "How is she?"

Ace hesitated: "My Lord Earl, with all due respect... She is a woman. They should not be allowed to hold swords until all the warriors have sacrificed themselves."

Lann glared at him and sighed, "How dare you say such a thing in Cintra? You are lucky that your family is still a knight."

What is the most distinctive feature of Sintra that distinguishes it from other countries? - The answer is "lioness".

Ace blinked in surprise, then suddenly realized what was happening and looked around in a cold sweat.

Lann slapped him on the forehead to bring him back to his senses, and scolded him: "Can your archery skills be better than Ms. Ellie? You are saying such things now. Moreover, when the enemy holds a sword, he will not carefully see whether it is a man or a woman, old or young. I asked you how Milva is, answer me now!"

Rubbing his forehead, Ace muttered a few words like "chivalry" and "etiquette" and replied:

"Her archery skills are astounding. With just that ridiculous toy-like bow in her hand, she can defeat most of the city guards. If she is given a strong enough bow and a period of training, I think she can even defeat most of the tree spirits!"

Lan nodded, with expected satisfaction.

Ace then added: "But..."