Chapter 124 Sword Oil Formula

Crown calculated clearly that if Geralt did not keep anything, they would only have 29 gold spirit coins left.

"We have fought side by side and we are good friends who have been through thick and thin together."

"Don't talk about feelings, it costs money. One talisman costs ten gold shields, and I haven't asked you to pay with spirit coins yet," Klauen interrupted, "The price we gave you when you hunted monsters was very fair, right?"

“Wait till I finish what I’m saying,” Geralt laughed. “I don’t bargain, but there must be discounts for buying in bulk. All merchants will give discounts in this case.”

"That's fine. There's no limit on the type of talismans. If you buy more than 100 talismans, you get one free. That's a pretty good deal, right?" Clown stretched out his voice, then asked, "How many do you want?"

"If you don't use it, how long can your talisman last?"

The question touched upon my blind spot in knowledge, and I also wanted to know. Clown said, "Hmm," and said calmly, "You can come to me if you have any questions within one year. If you cannot use it, I will compensate you with three."

"Well, remember your promise. We want four hundred Purifying Heart Talismans and fifty Golden Light Talismans." Perhaps it was a plan in advance, the demon hunter blurted out.

"Deal, how many spirit coins and gold shields do you want to pay?"

"Twenty-two gold spirit coins, plus one hundred gold shields." Geralt waved his hand at his student and said, "Alan, take the money."

Alan counted out enough spirit coins and gold shields and placed them on the table.

Geralt placed his hand on the spirit coin and smiled kindly: "Don't you want to buy some sword oil?"

"Yes, please introduce all your sword oils," Klauen added silently in his mind: "I would rather buy the formula."

“I have the recipes for eight kinds of sword oils, namely beast oil, remnant oil, curse oil, evil spirit oil, corpse-eating creature oil, giant wave, hanged ghost poison, and Foka’s blood.

Beast Oil, as the name suggests, applies this sword oil to cause more damage to most beasts; Residue Oil is mainly used to deal with various Deer-headed Spirits and Goat-horned Demons; Curse Oil makes the wounds we inflict more difficult to heal. Which sword oils do you want?"

"Let me see the finished product first, then tell me the price."

Alan immediately took out a small wooden box from under the bed and placed it on the table. Geralt opened the box and took out eight fist-sized round bottles. He introduced them one by one: "The brown one is beast oil, the cheapest, only 5 gold shields per bottle; the green one is..."

After the demon hunters finished their introductions, Klauen stroked his chin and glanced at their small wooden boxes: "You don't seem to have much in stock."

"Yes, but we can sell the formula. I have thought it through. No matter how rare these formulas are, they will not bring me any extra income. I cannot be a merchant who sells sword oil.

Besides, many demon hunters and warlocks know these formulas, so there is no need for me to keep them. What I should do is to exchange them for some benefits to make my life more comfortable."

"Right choice," Crown snapped his fingers loudly.

For him, the most urgent need is to prevent the loss of sharp weapons when fighting against evil creatures. He must stock up on some evil spirit oil. Ghoul oil and residue oil can also be used as alternatives. As for other sword oils, they are of little significance.

"Tell me the formula and price of evil spirit oil, ghoul oil, and remnant oil."

Geralt showed a look of understanding. He knew that the opponent's weapon had been corroded when fighting the wild boar evil creature and could no longer be used.

He pondered, trying to estimate how much the other party would be willing to pay for the formula.

After pondering for a while, the demon hunter slowly said, "The formula of the evil spirit oil costs two gold spirit coins, and the other two formulas cost one and a half gold spirit coins each."

"Haha," Clown laughed, "Mr. Geralt, I have a unique business when it comes to talismans, and you probably can't find other channels to buy similar things.

You also said that other demon hunters also have these formulas. Be honest, otherwise I can wait until I get to Rhine City to ask around."

He directly rejected the other party's high demand. If these sword oil formulas were so valuable, the witcher master and apprentice would not have lived so tightly together.

Geralt didn't show any embarrassment on his face, and he changed his words naturally: "Two gold coins, and all three recipes are yours."

"One gold spirit coin, plus these one hundred gold shields."

"Two gold spirit coins, and all these recipes are yours."

"Deal, happy cooperation! I'll go get the talisman, you quickly write down the formula for me," Clown smiled, put away the twenty gold spirit coins and one hundred gold shields, stood up and left.

"Did I sell it too cheaply?" Geralt asked his student.

Allen replied with a happy face, "No way! These formulas are just waste paper. Teacher, I'll get you some paper and pen."

"No need, I've already written it," Geralt took out a few sheets of paper from the bottom of the box.

. . . .

"Ding, ding, ding"

The sound of horse hooves echoed outside the town of Zak, and the green grass in the wild was enough to cover the hooves.

Klauen was wearing leather armor, carrying a longbow, a sword and a quiver, and galloping in front on his horse, while Del was following behind on horseback, carrying a hammer on his back.

They were leaving Zak Town in a few days. The residents of the camp had already packed up and built many flatbed trucks for transportation. They left behind everything that could be thrown away and only took what was indispensable.

Clown thought that he would take advantage of his free time now to look for some birds and animals in the wild, preferably baby birds and young animals, to see if he could learn how to train them.

Currently he has no need to use pets to help in combat, he just needs to train scouts.

He had only one criterion for selection: that the appearance must not be deformed.

In fact, his original plan was to choose birds of prey such as hawks and falcons, but this could not be forced. In addition, he was about to go to Rhine City, so he planned to find common birds and wild animals such as bobcats.

They came out in the morning and it was already three o'clock in the afternoon. Crown had shot down more than twenty birds and seven or eight beasts, but they all had varying degrees of deformities and were humanely destroyed by him.

Through simple dissection, he found that these birds and animals had green velvet growing in their bodies and their internal organs were deformed to varying degrees.

"Quack," several crows screamed and flew out from the nearby woods, and Crown immediately drew his bow and arrow.

The arrows hit the target and all four crows were shot down. Clown and the other man went forward to look for the fallen crows.

These birds were all shot by arrows in their wings, and the arrows were small, long, angular arrows. If they were not deformed, they would recover quickly after bandaging and treatment. The ability of the fourth-level herbalist is still trustworthy.

The crow was so vicious that it even tried to peck at the person who came.

Clown looked at the black bird with mutated bones and an obvious tumor in its abdomen and shook his head and sighed. He immediately drew his sword and swung it, splitting the crow flying in the air into four. He walked forward and bent down to retrieve the arrow.

"Sir, this one is not deformed," Del grabbed the crow's wings with both hands and ran over holding it high.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Clown saw that the crow's feathers were glowing with a cold blue metallic light, its eyes were like two rubies, and its body was well-proportioned and agile, without any deformities.

"Well, after a day, I finally got something."

Although it was not a young bird, Clown was still very happy. In the pagans' animal taming heritage, a mildly addictive pill could be prepared to specifically address this problem. Besides, he was currently only experimenting with animal taming techniques.

. . . .

Five days later, at two o'clock in the afternoon.

The residents of Zak Town set out for the church meeting point today. Due to the lack of sufficient animal power, everyone could only walk on foot.

The road was rugged, and women, children and the elderly accounted for more than half of the people, so the team moved very slowly.

On the road, you can often see the broken limbs of various animals.

Crown rode on a horse at the end of the team, with a red-eyed crow on his shoulder and a palm-sized black bobcat cub in his hand, which was his harvest from the previous few days.

The crows succumbed to his pills, and the bobcats were the ones he was seriously preparing to keep as pets.

He squinted his eyes, and a golden light flashed in them.

[Beast Taming: 94/2000; Level 1]

Taming animals has become a skill, a white skill, and proficiency can be increased through feeding and playing. This is the skill that requires the least effort for Clown to obtain, and he just needs to set aside some time every day.

He planned to treat animal taming as a development game, and his main focus would be on skills such as the Golden Light Mantra and breathing techniques. He would also spend ten to twenty minutes every day after meals and before going to bed to pet cats and birds.

At the front of the relocation team, Nick pointed to a slightly flat area not far ahead and said, "Notify them that we will set up camp in front and the sacred fire must be lit before sunset."

"Okay, I'll inform everyone." Del turned his horse's head and conveyed the order to the rear: "Set up camp in front and speed up the pace."

The team quickened their pace and arrived at the designated location, and everyone quickly became busy.

The strongest young men built a simple tower in the center of the camp, and the others divided the work and cooperated with each other. Some set up tents, some looked for firewood, and some looked for wild vegetables and edible mushrooms.

After a busy period, the camp was finally set up before sunset, the sacred fire was lit on the tower, and a wooden fence was built around the camp.

It was getting dark, and after everyone finished their meal, several extraordinary people gathered under the tower. Nick assigned tasks:

"After the gray fog, we have never spent the night in the wild. But according to the news sent back by the church, it is very dangerous to spend the night in the wild. Many mutant predators will come out to hunt for food at night, and night watch work must not be sloppy.

At night, we were divided into two groups to keep watch. In the first half of the night, I led Del, Torres, and Nelson, plus 40 strong young men. In the second half of the night, Klauen was in charge, and Geralt and Alan were in charge.

"Ah", a sharp scream came from the northwest corner of the camp, and Nick and Geralt quickly rushed to the scene of the accident.

Klauen immediately rushed up to the tower. He saw two tall werewolves each dragging a child out of the camp and disappearing into the gray fog.

There was crying and shouting in the northwest corner, and panic quickly spread to the entire camp.

"Sir, please save Carl."

"I don't want to stay here. I want to sleep under the tower at night."

Nick shouted, "Calm down, everyone calm down, I will reschedule."

Shit, I forgot to set the timer...

(End of this chapter)