Chapter 55 Great Value
If I hadn't been promoted to the Extraordinary level, I'm afraid my life would be ignored like those who were decided to be sacrificed? Clown understood that in the eyes of the top leaders, many people could be sacrificed in order to achieve their goals.
He can't change anything, and he can't change anything. He can only become stronger.
He wanted to be able to decide the life and death of others, rather than have others decide his own life and death.
"I saw those two demon hunters still in the town?" Nick squinted his eyes and recalled, "I remember the white-haired one, what was his name? Te?"
"My name is Geralt. I am familiar with them now. They were originally planning to spend the winter here," Klauen responded.
"Please invite them in and place them inside the church. Extraordinary people should be treated preferentially, and the town is short of extraordinary combat power."
"That's exactly what I meant."
. . . .
Klauen led the witcher master and apprentice to the accommodation arranged for them.
"Brother, what happened? Why are we all gathered near the church?" Alan asked, looking up his little face.
"A powerful demon appeared in the Andes Mountains. It can emit gray fog that can make people lost. Ordinary people who stay in the fog will slowly turn into deformed monsters. The holy fire burning on the church bell tower can drive away the fog."
Geralt was puzzled: "This is not a solution. Winter is coming soon. If we stay outside, we will freeze to death. Can't the church come up with any other solution?"
Crown explained: "The church has developed an oil lamp. Sincere prayers can charge the oil lamp, allowing the light to have the ability to dispel the gray fog. However, this oil lamp was developed not long ago, and it will take time to mass produce it."
The demon hunter looked much more serious and asked, "The gray fog has a strong erosion effect on non-transcendent beings, right?"
"In theory."
"When will you be able to refine the herbal potion? Alan must be promoted to a formal demon hunter as soon as possible. I have heard about the prophecy you mentioned about the gray fog. The fog will stay in this world for a long time and he will not be able to be promoted to a transcendent. His life is always in extreme danger, and there will always be a time when I can't protect him."
"I will do it as soon as possible. I have already placed an order with the most experienced herbalist in town. The main ingredients of the two prescriptions you gave will be in my hands soon."
"As soon as possible. I'm afraid I can't hold on for too long."
Klauen frowned slightly, not knowing why the witcher said that.
As far as he knew, a witcher could live for hundreds of years, but Geralt said he was only in his thirties.
Is he on the verge of losing control? Otherwise, how can we explain his ominous words?
Crown stopped and asked indirectly, "Sir, has anything bad happened to you?"
Geralt was silent for a moment. "Sometimes I can't control the madness in my heart. I'm worried that one day I will be lost in that madness."
"Teacher, you will definitely be able to overcome that crazy thought," the boy encouraged his teacher.
The white-haired witcher's eyes were full of care. He stroked the boy's head in silence.
Clown said, "Hmm," If it's a spiritual disturbance, maybe I can help."
He pulled out two mind-clearing talismans from the lining of his clothes and handed them to the demon hunter.
"My ability as a spirit controller can calm people's minds. Stick it on your forehead or light it and put it in clean water. Wait until it is completely burned to ashes before taking it."
"Haha, is it so magical?" The witcher's face was full of disbelief.
"You can give it a try," Crown smiled politely. "These two cards are free. If they work, please buy them back. One talisman for one golden shield, the only one of its kind in the world. By the way, oral administration is more effective."
"Oh," the witcher still found it hard to believe that the problem that had troubled him for so long could be solved with just two pieces of paper. It was a bit of a joke.
He did not refuse. He took the talisman and put it into his pocket. He thought it would be a good idea to take it if it was free.
The three of them came to a room in the backyard, and Crown opened the door: "Your room is a little small, so just stay there for now."
. . . .
Clown found Hans, bought twenty-eight bleeding star ferns from him, and generously paid him three gold shields.
He returned to his room, chanted the Golden Light Mantra for three cycles, and then fell asleep early.
Having not slept for two days and one night, his spirit was already exhausted.
In the morning, he woke up on time a quarter before the hour of Mao.
All his herbs were brought to the church. Although the room was cramped, they had made room for an alchemy table.
Skillfully extracting the herbs, he began to refine the strength potion.
The entire day, except for occasionally going out to accompany the priest on his rounds, he spent his time refining potions and meditating.
Now, the coming and going of people in the church has brought a lot of inconvenience to his visualization.
In the dead of night, Clown finally used up the ingredients for the strength potion in his hand, and his proficiency in herbology improved significantly.
[Herbal Medicine: 1574/5000; Level 3]
The proficiency gained from successfully refining the strength potion decreased slightly. He estimated that when his proficiency reached over 2000, this potion would hardly provide any more proficiency gains.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
While thinking, Crown heard an indescribable, creepy howl coming from outside.
When he heard the voice, goose bumps appeared on his arms and the back of his hands as if in response to the stress, and his head felt slightly dizzy.
After the howling, there were many roars of wild beasts.
He immediately picked up his weapon and left the room. When he opened the door, he found that Master Geralt and his apprentice had also left the room.
"It looks like a big guy is coming tonight," the demon hunter showed a sinister smile, "I haven't fought alongside you yet, so I don't know how capable you are in actual combat."
Crown raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "I won't let you down. Alan is also joining the battle?"
The boy patted his chest, raised the sword in his hand and said proudly: "I am much stronger than ordinary people, and I have killed several monsters with my own hands."
The three of them walked out together, and when they walked out of the church door, they found Nick already standing at the door.
The crowd in the square became agitated and crowded together desperately.
Nick was wearing full metal armor, holding a half-man-high tower shield in one hand, and his best weapon in the other - the flail.
The priest saw several reinforcements coming out and nodded slightly with a serious expression.
There are only three and a half extraordinary professionals in the entire town, and the situation is not optimistic.
"Father, you know the rules for sending witchers into battle, right?" Geralt's tawny eyes flashed with a cold light.
"I understand, you are a greedy demon hunter. We will pay you according to the price list of demons issued by the Rhine Warlock Guild. However, I will only pay you half, because you are also fighting for yourself."
"I agree to the price. You will find that hiring Geralt is worth it."
A few minutes later, the dishevelled patrol captain Hull arrived at the gate with a group of his men.
The obese Hull saluted Nick and said breathlessly: "Father, is there something weird coming?"
In the distance, there were howlings of wolves and bears, which became louder and closer, mixed with the shouts of human beings.
“Captain, send two men to maintain order and allow as many people as possible to enter the church, with children given priority. The other patrolmen bring guns and enough ammunition to shoot the beasts that approach the crowd.”
After giving the order, Nick picked up his shield and walked out of the crowd, with Klauen and Geralt following on his left and right sides respectively.
Outside the range of the holy fire, an oversized evil beast suddenly jumped in.
(End of this chapter)