Chapter 38 Seeking Help

The moonlight is like water, gently soothing the earth.

Crown made the moonlight seal with his hands and visualized the bright moon shining on his god.

When the moonlight became brighter and a slight chill spread over his body, he changed the seal into a palm and slowly ended his power.

[Golden Light Curse: 4672/50000; Level 1]

At this time of year, since the sun comes out too late in the morning, the time for meditating in the warmth of the morning sun is less than an hour. As winter approaches, this time will be even shorter. Now, his proficiency in the Golden Light Mantra can only increase by about 80 points in a day.

Knock knock.

There was a knock on the door, and Crown quickly stepped forward to open the door: "Mr. Geralt, Alan, please come in."

In recent days, every time at this time, the two demon hunters would arrive on time.

"Brother, I'm here to disturb you again." Although the boy said "disturbing", there was no sign of embarrassment on his face. Instead, he looked a little excited.

The master and apprentice would come to eat every night under the pretext of early training, and would practice for about half an hour longer.

"Snap"

Clown snapped his fingers and responded with a smile: "Let's eat first."

"Okay!"

Alan cheered and followed him to the backyard to help.

Soon, the table was filled with dinner.

There are not many types of dishes, but the portions are large and filling, such as braised pork elbow, braised beef, lamb stewed with radish, pork with dried vegetables, and hot and sour shredded tripe soup.

Allen's mouth was full, and he complimented him as he ate: "Brother, your cooking skills are impeccable. If you open a pub, your business will be very good."

Clown summoned a golden wall, glanced at his own skills, and thought proudly: "I can do anything!"

[Cooking: 2786/5000; Level 3]

The few of them quickly finished the food on the table. After a short rest, Clown and Geralt began sword training.

In terms of swordsmanship, Alan was completely defeated by him three days ago, and the witcher had to come to guide and spar with him in person.

Klauen attacked with all his might. He knew that he could not hurt the demon hunter because he had advanced to the extraordinary level. If he showed his true strength, he would be able to suppress him.

Pick, stab, slash, double cross, reverse cross, various cross sword moves are connected together through basic swordsmanship. His swordsmanship is like mercury pouring out of the ground, swift and fierce.

Geralt looked calm as he defused the attacks one by one and launched lightning-fast attacks when his opponent's sword moves were not smooth enough.

Crown concentrated on responding, squeezing out his potential.

Time always passes quickly when you are focused. When Alan shouted, "That's enough training time for today," the moon was already hanging in the sky.

The two men who were fighting put away their weapons and said goodbye to each other.

[Basic Swordsmanship: 2895/5000; Level 3]

[Cross Sword: 1436/2000; Level 2]

Seeing the swordsmanship improving, Clown was delighted.

The demon hunter's swordsmanship has been honed through countless trials and tribulations, which has put a lot of pressure on him, but it is precisely because of this strong pressure that his progress has been so rapid.

He estimated that after practicing for another half a month, both skills would be able to advance.

. . . .

As the witcher master and his apprentice walked back to the inn, everything was quiet, with only the sound of their light footsteps echoing in the night street.

Allen raised his head and asked, "Teacher, does his swordsmanship give people the feeling that it is improving all the time?"

When the boy told the teacher that he was no longer qualified to be the sparring partner, he was severely scolded by the teacher.

The witcher thought that his student had been slacking off recently and his swordsmanship had regressed, which was why he was helpless against a knight's squire. No matter how the boy explained, he just didn't believe it.

Geralt certainly understood his student's thoughts and laughed, "Yes, he has been making continuous progress. However, he has not yet been promoted to the extraordinary level, nor has he received the kind of hard training that a witcher apprentice would receive. You can only parry when fighting with him, and I won't accept that."

"Teacher, everyone has talents, just like cooking, some people cook better than others, there's nothing we can do about it. However, my talent is not swordsmanship, but magic signs. I can use some magic signs before I've even become a demon hunter. Other apprentices can't reach my mental strength at all, right?!"

The white-haired man smiled and said, "Yes, you only noticed his improvement in swordsmanship, but you overlooked one thing. His endurance is also constantly improving. Although it is not as obvious as his swordsmanship, it has been slowly getting better. It is really unbelievable, as if there is no limit to the improvement of his physical fitness."

After hearing what the teacher said, Alan also recalled the details of their training today. The two of them only took a short break for 5 minutes in the middle, and the rest of the time they were fighting at a high intensity!

. . . .

It was late at night, and the light was still on in Nick's room in the church.

He was writing a letter containing a report on today's investigation in Zarudo Village.

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

It faithfully recorded what the village saw, and he wrote his own guesses at the end of the letter.

'ultio', this word means revenge in the Hermetic language. Those looters brutally massacred the entire population of the village and left provocative words. I think they are the remnants of the evil cult Panlas that has been suppressed by the church for thousands of years.

Under the siege of our ancestors, this evil cult fled into the vast Andes Mountains.

The remaining traces in the village clearly showed the malicious remnants of the evil spell of Flesh Alchemy. It was obvious that this evil spell had succeeded.

I fear this is only the beginning, and the cultists will wreak even more bloody vengeance on the Zaktown area.

I am the only servant of the Lord stationed in this remote parish, and I cannot support myself alone.

I implore the bishop to send some capable exorcist priests to conduct a detailed investigation and not allow the cult to grow bigger, otherwise it will be a disaster for the town of Zak.

What's worse, it will endanger the safety of Rhine City.

Exorcist priest Nick Misong, 21st of Frost Descent, 163 New Calendar.

After the priest finished writing the letter, he took off the ring in his hand and stamped it with his seal.

When the ink on the paper dried, he carefully folded it into a cylinder and stuffed it into a bamboo tube.

He opened the door and went out to the dovecote.

He found the grey pigeon with red cloud patterns on its body, tied a bamboo tube to its legs and let it fly away.

These are carrier pigeons specially raised by the church, which can fly at night.

Watching the dove flying into the distance like an arrow piercing the clouds, the priest returned to the room with a serious expression.

Flesh Alchemy is a forbidden spell that uses the spiritual organs of living creatures to refine monsters. All major churches of gods prohibit the spread of this evil spell.

This spell has a very low success rate, but it can create a powerful monster with high growth potential. If this monster grows successfully, it will be a walking disaster.

"I hope the bishop can quickly send out an investigation team this time. Otherwise, the Zak Town area may be the first stop for the cult's revenge."

Nick was so worried that he couldn't sleep.

(End of this chapter)