He needed a complete detoxification method.

Lann glanced at the flying documents and bottles and jars on the floor in the laboratory. How could there be no corresponding antidotes in the laboratory when conducting experiments with such dangerous creatures?

Even if there is no antidote, there must be other detoxification methods.

However, the pile of lab notes that were enough to cover the roof and the bottles and jars that were enough to fill several walls were not a problem that could be solved in a few hours. Lan needed more time.

The last skill point, add points - general skills, [Gourmet]!

[Gourmet]: Increases the health points restored by eating food.

In this way, as long as there is enough food, we should be able to get enough time.

Lann glanced at everything in the laboratory, and then he saw Heifeng.

The poor horse fell to the ground with broken bones and blood all over its body, unable to stand up.

This kind of injury is already disabling for the horse, and it is hard to say whether it can survive.

Seeing his master staggering towards him, Heifeng rolled his eyes with joy. He wanted to neigh but he had no strength and could only snort a few times.

It saved Lann today, more than once.

Lann looked at the horse galloping on the battlefield with sad eyes, stroked its mane and whispered:

“I’m sorry, Black Wind.

But please hold on for a while, Thomas Moreau's notes must contain something that can save us. Once I have cured the poison, I will come and find a solution for you, those deadly mutagen potions will definitely be able to solve the problem.

If I can't find a way, I'll go find Mossak, he will definitely let you live. Even if you can't run anymore, I will always support you. The life of a stud is pretty good, right?

Hold on a little longer, Black Wind, hold on a little longer."

After saying that, he looked up at Jeroen Moreau's culture chamber. The metal chamber had been completely destroyed, but the infusion tubes connected to the back were still usable.

These are the nutrients and mutagenic agents that have kept Jeroen Moreau alive for more than a hundred years without food or water.

Even though he knew it would be of little help, Lann still reluctantly inserted the tubes into Heifeng's body. These drugs were much milder than those used in animal experiments, and Lann could feel Heifeng's body relax immediately.

"Hold on a little longer, Black Wind. It may take me several days or even more than ten days. Just hold on a little longer."

After saying that, Lann stood up, picked up the axe, walked to the body of the giant albino centipede and chopped it. The huge body of the centipede was frozen into an ice sculpture by Geron's [Alder Seal: Bone-piercing] and then shattered into pieces the size of a human head. The thick shell was extremely fragile.

Lan chewed the piece of meat that tasted like ice chips, but his taste buds, numbed by the poison, could not taste anything.

He couldn't go out and eat humanoid monsters like ghouls and water ghosts, but fortunately, the centipede cut through the portal was one meter long and thicker than a human. After being crushed into ice cubes, it was enough to eat for a long time.

The speed at which his health points decreased quickly was mostly offset by the recovery speed added by [Gourmet]. Lann picked up the dagger and stabbed his swollen legs, releasing a large amount of venom while bleeding.

This time the health value jumped down sharply like bungee jumping, but finally the life recovery speed and the damage of the toxicity reached a delicate balance, maintaining the health value at a low value that would cause a heart attack.

The blood loss made Lann dizzy again. He bandaged the wound and began to read Thomas Moreau's notes viciously while chewing the frozen centipede meat vigorously, muttering incoherently:

"Come on, Thomas Moreau. I have forgotten how many rounds we have fought, and I will defeat you this time, for sure."

…

Toussaint, by an unknown lake.

Sword's eyes slowly opened, and he felt his body almost fall apart as if it had been hit by a horse.

He tried hard to recall his memories before he fell into a coma, and suddenly he jumped up.

"My Lord Earl!"

The attendant shouted loudly.

Before my eyes is a quiet and beautiful lake. The lake surface is like emerald. There is a small island in the center of the lake. The lake is surrounded by dense forests and high mountains can be seen in the distance.

The only thing missing was the oath master that Sword called out.

An old voice sounded behind Sword:

"There is no Lord Earl of yours here... Look at this, right?"

Sword turned around suddenly and saw an old man in a rough brown robe squatting behind him. A strong man with white hair and black armor was lying on the ground, unconscious.

"Mr. Geralt!" Sword said in surprise, stepping forward with concern.

The old man took two steps back and said to the alert Sword: "It seems that he is not your earl... Is he your comrade? His injuries are much more serious than yours, but they are not fatal. Don't worry."

Sword hesitated for a moment, then lowered his guard and thanked the old man, saying, "I'm sorry to disturb you, old man. I think you saved us. Thank you very much. May I ask where is this place? What should I call you?"

"This is Lake Seravi, and I'm just a nameless hermit." The hermit seemed to be very pleased with Sword's thanks, and took out something from his back with a smile.

"I suppose this is yours, too?"

Sward looked closely and saw that it was the lion-headed long sword that Lan had given him. He could not help but feel grief-stricken and knelt on the ground holding the sword.

The hermit looked at the change in Sword's mood and suddenly said, "This is a good sword, and its owner is also a brave warrior. Judging from your clothes, you seem to be a knight?"

Sward knelt on the ground for a while before calming down. He just wanted to take Geralt back to Beauclair to find his teammates and go find Lann together. But when faced with the question of his savior, Sward, who had always been taught by Lann, still reluctantly replied politely:

"I am not a knight, I am only a squire. This is not my sword, it is the sword of my lord the Earl."

The hermit nodded in understanding and continued, "A squire can also be a 'knight'. A knight is not just a status, but a symbol of virtue. I know a better sword hidden at the bottom of this lake, but only someone with the five virtues of a knight can catch it.

I have been living near here, hoping that someone will appear who can take the sword away, a knight who possesses bravery, honor, mercy, generosity, and wisdom. Do you want to give it a try? "

By this time, Sword had checked on Geralt's condition and found the hermit's words ridiculous.

He was very grateful to the hermit for saving him, but the words of giving him the sword made him feel that the old man was so old that he had problems with his brain.

"I am not a knight, and I cannot shamelessly admit that I possess the five virtues of chivalry you mentioned. I am just a traitor who failed to protect my sworn master. I have only seen the five virtues of chivalry you mentioned in my lord the earl, who is a true knight."

Sward carried Geralt on his back and asked the hermit, "I'm sorry, Mr. Hermit, I need to take my companion back to Beauclair for treatment as soon as possible. Do you know how to get to Beauclair?"

The hermit pointed in a direction and said, "It's still a long way from here to Beauclair even if you walk, not to mention you're carrying someone on your back.

I have a suggestion. Tell me the name of the earl who possesses the five virtues of chivalry, and I can help you get to Beauclair quickly."

Sward was shocked: "Do you have a bullock cart?"

He looked around but didn't find what he was looking for, feeling a little disappointed. But in response to the hermit's question, he said sadly, "My Lord Earl's name is Lann Lannister Rhaanlon, but his life or death is unknown now. I went back to Beauclair to find my companions just to save him together."

The hermit nodded with satisfaction: "Lann Lannister Rhaanlon? It's a familiar name. Since his life or death is unknown, I can do you a favor. Let me take a look..."

Look? Sword stared at the hermit who seemed to be in a daze in confusion, thinking that the old man who saved his life might have been a man obsessed with knight stories when he was young, so he became mentally ill when he was old.

He no longer hoped for the hermit's help and was about to carry Geralt on his back when he suddenly heard a loud roar coming from the lake behind him.

Looking back, I saw the water surface at the edge of the lake slowly rising in a direction that went against common sense, as if a big hand made of lake water was wrapping the entire lake.

And on the small island in the center of the lake, the hermit slowly floated up.

Sward opened his mouth wide, stunned by the scene before him. He didn't even notice Geralt slowly sliding to the ground on his back.

He was about to say something about this miraculous scene before his eyes, but suddenly he heard the hermit in the center of the lake screaming.

The hermit screamed in fear in the air, and the scream seemed to be distorted, changing from an old male voice to a shrill female voice. In front of Sword's astonished eyes, the old body turned into a naked green-haired woman.

this……

Sward was stunned, and felt as if he had lost the ability to speak. At this moment, the poems and legends he had heard before collided in his mind, and only four words appeared in his mind:

Lady of the lake.

And the next second after the fairy in the lake revealed her true identity, she jumped into the water like a fish encountering its natural enemy.

Sword hurried forward to take a look. The lake was crystal clear and the bottom was visible with rocks and sand. Where was the fairy in the lake?

Everything that happened seemed like a dream. Only the soil by the lake that was wet by the splashing water from the explosion could tell us a little about what had just happened here.

Sword stumbled into the lake, screaming and shouting: "Lady of the Lake! You just saw the Earl, didn't you?"

"Is he still alive?"

"tell me!"

"tell me!"

The sword attendant's shouts echoed by the lake, and only the trees could hear them. At the end of his shout, his voice began to choke, and he finally couldn't help but slowly kneel down.