Chapter 148: Spirit Control Selection

Parliament District, Plantagenet Street, Blood Crow Inn.

It was almost noon, and the warm sunlight shone into the room through the gaps in the beige curtains.

A white werewolf and a woman were sleeping quietly on the large bed.

There was an obvious scar near the werewolf's left eye socket. His muscular chest was exposed, and the quilt only covered his lower body.

The woman was lying in the werewolf's arms. She had black hair, long eyelashes that curled upwards, and a beauty mole the size of a sesame seed at the corner of her lips.

Half of the quilt hung from the bed to the ground, revealing the woman's two slender wheat-colored legs.

The werewolf's eyelids moved and he opened his hazy eyes.

He gently raised his hand, grabbed a slightly worn brass pocket watch from the reddish-brown bedside table and held it in front of his eyes.

The silver chain of the pocket watch was slightly blackened, obviously it had not been maintained for a long time.

"It's eleven o'clock," the werewolf muttered.

He patted the cheek of the person beside him and said softly, "Yennefer, wake up, it's time to get up. Damn it, I've been so decadent with you. My sword is getting rusty."

The woman was awakened by his noise but did not open her eyes.

She stretched out her little hand and fumbled in the quilt for a while before holding the long object and said, "No, it's not rusty at all."

"Oh, damn, no more teasing me."

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Geralt half-lay on the bed, watching the beauty in front of him put on a white shirt and a black blouse, and asked doubtfully:

"So many people are afraid of dark creatures, why do you always like to let me transform?"

Yennefer smiled slightly and said, "Fear is only a feeling of ordinary people. I am a warlock, and dark creatures should be more afraid of becoming research subjects on my dissection table.

If you unfortunately leave this sad world one day, I will definitely study the cause of your mutation.

The reason I made you transform is because you are wilder when you become a werewolf, and I like this feeling."

The sorceress put on her deerskin boots and continued, "The potion you brought, called talisman water, is very special. I haven't figured out the specific ingredients, but it gives me the feeling of a naturally formed, pure natural substance without any artificial refining methods. Do you have any left?"

This is a special kind of paper made of burnt ash. Geralt shook his head.

"You've already taken a lot of the talisman water for research. I only have a few bottles left for emergency use. You'll have to wait until I find a seller before buying some more."

"When can I buy it? Or you can introduce me to the seller. This thing has successfully aroused my desire to research."

The demon hunter shook his head and said, "The seller is very busy recently. I will introduce you to him when I have the chance. This thing is not cheap. I am short of money now. I need to earn some money before I can buy it."

Yennefer curled her lips and blinked her violet eyes. She took out a small sachet from her pocket and threw it to Geralt: "You have worked hard these days. Take some medicine to replenish your body. Use the rest to buy some more of that magic water."

After saying that, the sorceress opened the door and left.

Geralt seemed to have been humiliated and said angrily: "I still need to replenish my body, but you always beg for mercy."

. . . .

"Blood Raven Inn," Crown read out the name of the tavern as he stood in front of the door.

Just as he was about to step in, a woman with black hair and a star-shaped obsidian amulet around her neck walked out.

The woman was very fast, passing by him like a gust of wind. He reflexively prepared for battle, his body slightly turned sideways, his hand already grasping the hilt of the sword.

The woman stopped and raised her eyebrows slightly: "What a quick reaction."

Klauen nodded slightly: "It's a habit."

The woman said "hmm" and strode away.

Crown twitched his nose and smelled the scent of cloves and gooseberries.

He walked into the tavern, came to the bar and threw a silver coin on the table: "Boss, I'm looking for Geralt."

The boss was like a nimble fox, and immediately grabbed the silver coin in his hand. He leaned forward and smiled, "Geralt, he's in room 203 on the second floor."

He was missing a front tooth and his speech was somewhat lisp.

"Thank you," Crown walked upstairs to the door of Room 203 and knocked gently.

"Boom, boom, boom"

"The door is not locked," a lazy voice came from inside the room.

Pushing open the door, Crown walked into the house and smelled a familiar scent of cloves and gooseberries.

He looked at Geralt, who was sitting on the bed with his breasts exposed. "You are having a good time."

The demon hunter was stunned for a moment: "Why are you here?"

"I need your help."

"Hey, no problem," Geralt quickly put on his clothes and washed up.

"Did you know that one of the potions I sell is called pink potion?" asked Crown.

The demon hunter who was washing his face asked in confusion: "Pink potion? What's it for?"

“Solve all kinds of non-persistent problems.”

"roll"

"Haha," Crown laughed, "Where has Alan been lately?"

Judging from Geralt's living conditions, his students would definitely not live here.

The demon hunter had already washed his face. He wiped his hands with a white towel and said, "Alan was recently hired by the city hall. He needs more training to survive better in this world."

"Let's go downstairs and have something to eat first," Geralt said. "Father Nick said he would treat us to a feast. When will he do that?"

"Wait until he's done with this busy period. He just came back to this city and has a lot of things to deal with."

The two went downstairs, ordered a slightly hearty lunch, and chatted while eating.

"The cooking skills here are much worse than yours. When you are free, please invite Alan and I to your place for a visit." Geralt put a piece of beef in his mouth, chewed it a few times and swallowed it. "Tell me, how can I help you?"

"I want to buy some evil spirits, is there any channel?"

"You want to improve your spirit master's abilities? Do you have any specific requirements?"

"Prioritize the evil spirits that can improve melee attack power or self-defense ability, and then buy some cheap ordinary evil spirits. I also need some knowledge on how to improve the ability of spirit masters. The more detailed the better."

"What a coincidence! I heard that the Warlock Brotherhood is going to train a new group of spirit masters. I'll take you there tomorrow afternoon to see if there's any suitable one for you."

"Okay," Crown agreed. He didn't expect the other party to be so powerful that he could take him to choose anything he wanted.

"Hey, bring enough spirit coins, or bring more pure water," Geralt reminded, "The warlock who controls the allocation of spirits is very interested in the effect of your water."

"Understood. I'll go back and prepare now and come see you at noon tomorrow."

The demon hunter added: "If the deal is done, I will take a commission of 2% of the transaction amount."

"Yours is indispensable."

. . . .

The next afternoon, even though it was a sunny day, the sky above Rhine City was still obscured by thick smoke.

The steam engine brought efficient productivity, but also lingering smog.

Klauen and Geralt rode in a carriage with a black carriage towards the Warlock Brotherhood.

The demon hunter asked, "Did you bring enough spirit coins and talisman water?"

Clown patted the wallet on his waist, and a pleasant jingling sound came from it: "I brought most of my belongings. As long as the goods are suitable, I will take them. I also brought twenty bottles of talisman water."

Yesterday, he exchanged the spiritual essence he got from Bran Castle for sixty-two gray spirit coins, soaked them in golden talisman water for a night, and got a bunch of golden spirit coins.

Including some that he had left in his hands, he brought eighty gold spirit coins.

He didn't plan to use the Qingxin Talisman Water too much, as he might need it in large quantities in future battles.

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

The two came to the Warlock Brotherhood, Geralt led the way in front, and he greeted many people familiarly.

The two walked into a large house on the third floor, where a woman with black hair was doing experiments on a bench.

Geralt familiarly brought two chairs and motioned for them to sit down and wait.

Crown looked around and saw that on the walls of the house were hung specimens of various ferocious beasts and monsters, all of them looked hideous and ferocious.

"Failed again, the materials are used up," the woman sighed.

"Don't worry, I brought the seller of the talisman water this time." Geralt stood up and said with a smile, "Let me introduce you, this beautiful lady is Yennefer Gale, one of the leaders of the Brotherhood."

"This is Mr. Crown Moya."

"We have met before, Mr. Moya," Yennefer raised her arm forward.

"Yes, sir," Crown walked forward, knelt down, gently held the sorceress's hand, and symbolically kissed the back of her hand.

He glanced at Geralt who was standing calmly beside him, and couldn't help but sigh at the other party's arrogance, actually getting involved with a nobleman.

"Follow me," Yennefer led the two to the compartment in the room.

This is a small reception room with a set of brown sofas and a round glass coffee table.

There is also a set of log-colored cabinets and a small table near the window.

On the sofa there are square cushions made of off-white fabric with a group of abstract symbolic patterns on them.

"Please sit down," Yennefer sat down and sank into the sofa. "Would you like some coffee?"

"Okay," Geralt agreed. He turned around and explained, "The coffee here tastes great. You can't miss it."

Crown nodded: "Thank you."

The sorceress stretched out her arms and cast a spell, making rapid, complicated gestures with her fingers.

Finally, she snapped her fingers and said, "Three cups of coffee."

"Squeak"

The door of the cabinet was opened, and the three cups were picked up by a transparent person and placed on the small table in the corner.

Another teapot and a sky-blue glazed ceramic jar flew out of the cabinet.

There was the sound of boiling water in the teapot, the lid of the jar was opened, and a handful of dark brown powder flew out and was added to the cup.

In Crown's spiritual perception, a spirit appeared in the corner of the room.

"This is an invisible servant, a little trick." Yennefer smiled and said, "Mr. Moya, Geralt has told me your needs. I can provide you with the knowledge and spirit control you want. How many bottles of talisman water do you plan to sell?"

"Twenty," Crown replied.

"Too few," the sorceress shook her head. "I need a lot for my experiments. Twenty can't meet my needs."

"I've been so busy lately that it's hard for me to find time to make more talisman water, but we can maintain a long-term cooperative relationship. I can provide you with twenty bottles of talisman water every month in the future."

Crown explained that if he could establish a long-term cooperative relationship with the other party, he would also be able to talk to the third-level boss, and maybe he could develop a network of contacts in the future.

At this time, the coffee had been brewed, and three coffee cups flew steadily in the air and landed on the coffee table between the people.

Yennefer picked up the cup in front of her and played with it in her hands: "We can maintain a long-term cooperative relationship, but I require at least 40 bottles of talisman water every month starting from next month."

Crown thought about it for a moment and nodded gently: "No problem, did Geralt tell you the price of the talisman water?"

"Ten gold shields each, I know." The sorceress raised her lips slightly, "Very cheap."

I'm really not suited to being a profiteer. Crown gave a polite smile.

"Now let's talk about the knowledge of the spirit master. The relevant books are five gold spirit coins." Yennefer took a sip of coffee and continued, "The books include all kinds of non-top secret knowledge that the Brotherhood has researched over the years. The price is fixed."

Clown spread his hands helplessly and said, "You have the final say."

It's a seller's market now, and the other party is a third-level boss, so he has no way to refute.

"There are two ways to buy and sell spirits. One is to buy a spirit with unidentified abilities. You only need fifty gold shields to buy one. If you want to use the spirit swallowing method, you can choose this purchase method.

The other is to buy a spirit with specific ability parameters identified. The price varies according to the ability. It is a practice method suitable for increasing the number of spirits. Which one do you choose?"

Clown had a goal in mind, so he asked directly, "I want to buy a spirit that can increase melee damage or defense. Do you have any here?"

After the battles of the previous few days, Crown realized another shortcoming of his: the lack of a powerful offensive skill.

He has learned a lot of skills, but so far he has not learned any skills that can have a decisive effect on the battle situation. Therefore, he wants to obtain a spirit control that can improve his combat effectiveness.

Defense is also very important. If he can stack more defense for himself, he can more confidently and boldly pursue the ultimate output.

"The best choice for increasing defense is the Ice Elemental Spirit. They naturally have the innate ability of Ice Armor. The price of elemental spirits has risen recently. You need at least two Gold Spirit Coins to buy one. The price of the top elemental spirits is more than ten Gold Spirit Coins."

Clown shook his head: "I won't choose elemental spirit control for now."

The reason why elemental spirit control is expensive is that it enables the spirit controller to have elemental attack capabilities, so that he can better deal with spirits, but he has no shortage of means to deal with spirits.

Buying elemental spirits for defensive capabilities simply means having too much money to spend, so this proposal was of course rejected out of the blue.

"Then let me think about it and see if we have any spirit control that can meet your requirements."

Yennefer drank her coffee while reminiscing.

After a moment, she smiled and said, "There really is a spirit that can meet your requirements and satisfy both of your conditions."

(End of this chapter)