Chapter 36 Maybe I can help
Crown's house, backyard.
It’s not big inside, only about ten square meters.
He had already packed up and put the clutter together.
"Brother, you better be careful. I won't show any mercy. To make money, I have to show my professionalism."
Alan said with a grin, brandishing his training sword.
"Then you have to try harder!"
After Clown finished speaking, he lunged towards the young man.
Alan took a half step back and swung his sword to block.
As soon as the two men fought, they were secretly surprised.
What surprised Crown was that he had exerted 80% of his strength, but was easily blocked by the boy.
Allen was surprised that the opponent's sword caused pain in his palm.
Although he is only 13 years old, his physical fitness is close to the limit of ordinary people. He only needs to obtain the necessary potions to undergo the Green Grass Trial.
My brother is definitely not worse than me in terms of physical fitness.
The boy's expression became serious and his mind became as focused as when he was training with his teacher.
Crown let go and attacked with all his might, his swordsmanship was sharp and agile.
Alan's defense was impeccable, and he would counterattack from time to time, which forced him into a state of panic.
An hour passed and the two stopped to rest.
Crown summoned the golden wall to check the results of his training.
[Basic Swordsmanship: 724/5000; Level 3]
[Cross Sword: 816/2000; Level 2]
Seeing that both skills had improved significantly, he felt happy: "This money is worth it!"
The proficiency of basic swordsmanship increased by more than 100 points, and the proficiency of cross sword also increased by 60 points.
"Alan, how come you are so strong?" Crown scooped two bowls of herbal juice from the pot and handed one bowl to the boy.
This is the herbal tea he prepared, which clears away heat, detoxifies, and quenches thirst.
The boy took the bowl, sniffed it, licked it, and then tilted his head back to drink it.
Seeing his reaction, Crown burst out laughing.
"You are so cautious, are you afraid that I will poison you?"
"It's just a habit. Demon hunters are not afraid of most poisons," the boy said righteously.
His expression quickly fell again: "I haven't taken my first trial of the grass yet, so I'm not a real demon hunter yet."
"What exactly is the Trial of the Grass? Is it a mysterious ritual?"
Crown guessed that this trial was like a ritual for the knight to sublimate his own vitality.
"It tastes good, a little bitter at first, but with a hint of sweetness at the end." Alan put down the bowl in his hand and explained, "The Green Grass Trial is to drink a potion called 'Green Grass'. This potion will change the physiological structure of the apprentices, making us stronger and faster, and also giving us the ability to cast simple spells."
"Apprentices must undergo this trial to become true demon hunters."
"It sounds similar to other professions advancing to the extraordinary level."
"There are some differences." Allen's eyes dimmed. "Among all the career advancements, the most dangerous ones are Demon Hunter and Spirit Tamer. Big brother, you should have experienced this. The success rate of Demon Hunter apprentice advancement is 30 to 40, and that of Spirit Tamer is even lower."
Clown nodded slightly. He didn't know how an orthodox spirit master became one. He only knew that he was in a life-and-death situation even when he had targeted skills.
If that night when he fought with the evil spirit for the right to survive happened again, he didn't know if he would have the last laugh.
"You didn't choose to take the trial. Are you not fully prepared?"
He became more and more curious about Geralt's true strength. Alan had such strength before he even took the trial, and was able to firmly suppress this cheater. He really didn't know how he would be beaten when fighting against the witcher.
Sometimes, just a small increase in strength or speed can make a world of difference.
For example, a piece of wood can only be broken if it can withstand enough impact force. If the force is just a little bit short, it will not be broken.
"As for me, I reached the standard for the trial a year ago. Now, I have made further progress than then. I have almost explored the limits of my body. I did not take part in the trial because there is no suitable alchemist to make herbal medicine for us."
"For some reason, my teacher and I left Kaer Morhen, the holy land of demon hunters. We need to find a suitable alchemist to make this potion. The alchemist my teacher knows is not very confident in making this niche potion that is specially made for demon hunters. We only have two sets of materials, and she doesn't dare to take risks."
"Maybe I can help in the future. Now I can skillfully refine extraordinary potions such as the Boiling Blood Potion."
Alan smiled politely and said nothing.
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Being underestimated. Crown didn't explain anything. The happiness of being a hacker is beyond others' imagination.
He finished his bowl of herbal tea and stood up: "There is still an hour of training left, I have to hurry up."
If you spend money, you should make full use of it!
The two continued to practice.
When they fought again, Allen immediately felt the difference; the opponent's swordsmanship was more smooth and agile.
He had had the same feeling in the latter part of their first sparring session, but at the time he thought it was an illusion.
The boy focused more and exerted 80% to 90% of his strength.
. . . .
"Creaky", the door of the room was pushed open.
Geralt glanced at it and continued with his actions.
The demon hunter was only wearing a pair of shorts, revealing his explosive and perfect muscles.
He was applying a red ointment to himself.
"How is it? It's easy to make money this time, right? Please apply the medicine on my back," he handed the medicine bottle to his student.
"It's not easy," Alan took the medicine bottle and applied it to the teacher skillfully.
"At the beginning of the sparring, I used 70% of my strength and felt at ease. In the end, I had used 80% to 90% of my strength, but I couldn't completely suppress him. I felt that he was able to improve all the time. Teacher, is there really such a person?"
Geralt straightened his back, thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it's the extra ability brought by his spirit control. If Clown originally had such a talent, he would have been discovered by the priests of the church long ago."
"His story is not secret. I learned from the innkeeper that his ability as a herbalist was mediocre before, but now he has actually started doing business with Giselle merchants. Although Giselles are stingy and mean, they are very good at judging people."
Allen recalled for a while and laughed: "Now that you mention it, I think his words of comforting me might not be a joke."
"What?"
"He said he could help make the herbal potion," the boy sealed the potion jar in his hand and patted his teacher on the shoulder, "and applied it. If his herbal medicine skills can improve as fast as his swordsmanship, maybe it will be possible."
The demon hunter looked out the window with a far-reaching gaze and said softly, "Winter is about to begin. We will stay in the town until the ice and snow melt. We can wait and see if we have time."
(End of this chapter)