Chapter 47: It's also about saving face

After returning home, Crown methodically lit a fire and cooked rice.

After placing a few pieces of thick wood into the stove, he began to make the moonlight seal and visualize the bright moon shining silently.

At the right time, it was the You hour.

As time goes by, you will see the powerful force of this spell.

So he never wastes time during the two hours of Mao and You.

Lately, his schedule has been very busy and he has too many things to do.

He learned breathing techniques, talisman making, potion refining, and the basic knowledge of the extraordinary world. He wished he could be split in half.

The two priests were arranging something mysteriously, which gave him a bad feeling. He wanted to make greater progress in a shorter time.

After the You hour, Crown stopped meditating. His consciousness sank into the sea of ​​​​knowledge, and he found that the moon dew in the crystal ball increased again, and the silver solution was almost overflowing.

Tonight, he will make all the Qingxin Talisman papers he has accumulated.

Summoning a golden wall, he looked at the blue line of words at the top.

[Golden Light Curse: 5069/50000; Level 1]

It became a habit for him to check the progress of the Golden Light Mantra after finishing the visualization at the hour of You every day.

Even small progress would make him smile, and seeing his proficiency slowly increase, he felt much better.

Go to the backyard, take down the rice pot and replace it with the stew pot.

There is a big pot full of marinated chicken.

Add enoki mushrooms and potatoes, then add seasonings such as pepper and chili, simmer for half an hour, and the fragrant braised chicken is ready.

Finally, cut a few onions and sprinkle them on top, it looks great.

There was a knock on the door on time, and the witcher master and apprentice came over following the smell.

Clown often wondered if these two people also had the ability of the hourglass, why did they always arrive at the rhythm of mealtime? He walked quickly to the door and opened it.

"Oh, the smell of the braised chicken makes my mouth water," Alan shouted before he even entered the house.

"Haha, we stewed eight big roosters, enough for us to eat," Crowne made way and invited the two to come in.

"Even though I've eaten this dish several times, I still can't help but swallow my saliva every time I smell its aroma," the witcher smiled as he walked into the house and went straight to the backyard.

Soon, the dining table was filled.

In front of each person there was a large bowl filled with rice and a plate filled with chicken.

Klauen shook his head secretly. The main way for knights and demon hunters to replenish their energy was to rely on food, which led to a phenomenon where three "gluttons" sat at one table.

Aside from Alan, the other two ate fairly elegantly, but not slowly at all.

The rice and stewed chicken were visibly empty; in less than ten minutes, all the food was gone.

"It's so delicious. I can never get tired of eating it." Alan patted his belly contentedly, and "burped," made another happy sound after a full meal.

"I told you to eat slowly, but you didn't listen," the witcher poured a glass of water for the boy and touched his head.

"Hehe," the little boy stuck out his tongue mischievously and took the cup of water. "Thank you, teacher."

"Mr. Geralt," Crown said, "After today's sparring, I would like to suspend your employment."

"Ahem," Allen almost choked on the water, "Brother, what's wrong? Don't you want to practice your swordsmanship anymore? Can't we come here for dinner tonight?"

It was clear that the boy had other reasons for his concern.

Clown couldn't help but smile knowingly and explained, "My swordsmanship has improved a lot recently. It's almost impossible to maintain the original speed of improvement, so I want to suspend this employment. This way, I can spend more time refining potions and improve my abilities. In this way, I will be sure to refine the herbal potion."

This reason sounds reasonable and is also true.

In fact, he didn't need to explain anything. It was his freedom to hire her or not. But after spending some time together, they had become pretty good friends.

Geralt smoothed his white hair and nodded gently. "Of course, the hiring is based on your wishes. However, you said that your swordsmanship has improved a lot. I am skeptical."

During yesterday's sparring, Crown's swordsmanship was indeed much more sophisticated than at the beginning, but in his eyes, there were still some loopholes.

In this world where evil is growing stronger by the day, being a Crusader of the Church of the Lord of Fire is also considered a high-risk profession, though it is only slightly better than the situation of a demon hunter who often fights alone.

As a friend, he felt that he had an obligation to be reminded by his friend so that he could have a clearer understanding of his own strength and avoid unnecessary injuries caused by arrogance.

Clown's eyebrows flew up: "I also want to try to see how much strength I can get from you now."

"As you wish," the witcher made a gesture of invitation, and the two walked towards the backyard one after the other.

The moonlight is like water, like a mother's gentle hand caressing her child.

Crown stood still, drawing his sword and holding it horizontally.

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

The witcher laughed, stepped forward, and attacked his opponent like a butterfly teasing the flowers.

He used 80% of his strength, thinking about giving the other party a good lesson.

As a demon hunter who has undergone a secondary mutation, his endurance, strength, and speed are much higher than those of ordinary demon hunters.

Especially his endurance, his persistence will amaze all extraordinary people, so he is not afraid of physical consumption at all.

In his opinion, the battle would be over within twenty minutes. This was the pride of a high-level demon hunter.

Facts have proved that the demon hunter overestimated his own strength. To be more precise, he underestimated the opponent's growth rate, which really changed every day.

Klauen was concentrating, his attention unprecedentedly focused. The demon hunter's fighting skills were a level higher than Marshall and Savas.

With his current strength, he can firmly suppress the two of them, but when facing Geralt, he is the one being suppressed.

Many times, he didn't think about how to win, but how to get hurt less.

At this time, he already had multiple wounds on his arms and back.

Fortunately, the wound was not deep, so the witcher must have shown mercy.

He felt that the witcher's attack was like the huge waves in the sea, and he was the reef that was constantly hit on the shore.

Many times, his reef was completely swallowed up by the waves, but when the tide receded, his figure still stood tall.

Half an hour passed and he was still fighting.

At this moment, he was already familiar with the battle rhythm of the demon hunter, was injured less often, and was even able to launch a counterattack occasionally.

His physical strength has decreased a lot, but his movements are still sharp.

Another ten minutes passed, and the solemnity in Geralt's eyes became more and more serious. It took him so long but he still couldn't defeat a knight who had just been promoted to the extraordinary level.

If things go on like this, the big talk I just said will backfire on me.

He is also a human being, he also wants to save face!

Taking a deep breath, he released all his strength, took a sudden step forward and chopped down with all his might.

The veins on his right hand were exposed and his muscles were knotted. The sword reflected the moonlight and emitted a cold light.

(End of this chapter)