Wayne's swordsmanship was fierce and agile. Every move attacked the vital points and was unpredictable, forcing Eskel to concentrate all his energy to barely resist.

Eskel's swordsmanship is vigorous and powerful. Every move and every style is powerful, fast, steady and has a wide range.

Even with Wayne's agility, he sometimes had to take a few hits before he could completely avoid them.

Although neither of them used their full strength, Wayne gradually felt that his attack pattern had been seen through by the other side, and it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to deal with it.

Finally, when the iron sword in his hand was almost deformed by continuous blows, he was the first to raise his hands in surrender.

Seeing him raise his hands in surrender, even with Eskel's calm personality, he couldn't help but smile.

During this period of sword training, the pressure from this young junior has been increasing. He is also afraid that one day he will lose his face as a senior like Lambert.

Fortunately, the large red mutation inducer is indeed very effective. Since the implantation of this mutation, Eskel can clearly feel that his strength and agility are beginning to increase continuously. In less than a week, it has increased by about one-tenth.

Such a rate of growth is undoubtedly a great surprise for a demon hunter whose body will not change once it is formed.

Wayne wiped the sweat from his forehead. The fight lasted less than ten minutes, but his endurance was severely consumed. However, looking at the Demon Hunter who was also sweating, he smiled and said:

"It seems that the transplant operation was successful, Eskel, congratulations. I can clearly feel that your strength and speed have increased."

Before Eskel, who was a bit clumsy in speaking, could answer, Lambert, who was standing by and watching the battle, could not help but shout, "Damn, I didn't expect this thing to be so useful. The old man didn't tell me earlier. Every time I killed a monster and saw this thing, I was too lazy to even pick it up. It was all wasted."

“I don’t know if I’ve missed out on something this good.”

Hearing this, Geralt smiled crookedly and said, "Who told you not to study hard? Among us, you are the laziest, the least patient, and the one who reads the least."

"You may not know that in addition to being used for transplantation surgery, mutation-inducing substances can also be used to make special decoctions. Although they are extremely toxic, they are valuable resources that can save lives at certain times."

"Even small or medium-sized ones are valuable materials. They can be sold to warlocks for a lot of money."

"When we meet next year, you can sell me the mutants you collected. Don't forget that you already owe me a gambling debt of fifty crowns."

Hearing Geralt mention this in front of the younger generation, Lambert immediately felt that his face was somewhat lost, and shouted loudly:

"Geralt, you won't forget, thirteen years ago, when we were carrying out a commission in Novigrad together, you were detained by a brothel because of your debt. Who raised the money to redeem you?"

"If I hadn't sold my beloved meteorite dagger, I'm afraid you would have had to stay in jail for half a year."

"How dare you bring up this small gambling debt in front of me every day?"

Geralt's mouth twitched when he heard this. The two of them had agreed not to tell anyone about this matter. He didn't expect Lambert to be so unsportsmanlike as to tell it out now.

Wayne laughed out loud when he heard that. Lambert's mouth always brought happiness to everyone in unexpected places.

When the four were chatting, they suddenly saw the old man Vesemir walking in from outside the gate, supporting a thin witcher with a turban on his head.

Wayne looked at the man. He lowered his head and had a bandage on one arm. Although he was wearing Wolf School armor, Wayne couldn't recognize who he was at first glance.

However, Eskel, who had just finished a sword fight with him, saw the man and walked around through the passage next to him, saying, "It's Berengar. He's injured. I have to go see him."

It turned out to be him, Berengar, the one in the School of the Wolf who hated his identity as a witcher the most.

If other Wolf School witchers return to Kaer Morhen for a reunion every year, Berengar is a lone wolf who always actively excludes himself from the group.

Seeing this, Geralt and Lambert also went down. Together they helped Berengar into the castle hall.

Old man Vesemir looked at the unconscious Berengar, sighed and said, "I met him when I went fishing at the lake."

"He should have returned here before the snow closed the mountain, but he did not return to the castle. Instead, he stayed in a cave in the back mountain."

"If we hadn't heard the sound of him fighting with the water ghost, we probably wouldn't have known that he had returned until now."

Apart from Vesemir, Eskel and Berengar were the only ones he was most familiar with. He took off Berengar's armor and found that not only were his arms wrapped in bandages, but his lower abdomen was also wrapped in a thick layer of bandages.

Perhaps because of the fight with the water ghost, his wound reopened, and blood was now seeping through the bandage.

Geralt looked at Vesemir with a serious expression and asked, "Do you know how he was injured? Have any enemies appeared, Vesemir?"

Vesemir took out a new roll of bandages and needle and thread from his waist bag and handed them to Eskel, motioning him to help Berengar sew up the wound. Then he sighed and said, "He didn't faint at first. He fainted due to blood loss when I was sending him back."

"It's nothing, actually. He had no plans to return to the castle this year. But last month, when he was accepting a commission in a village in the Kingdom of Kaedwen, he fought with an Anderig Queen and was badly injured. In the end, he completed the mission, but not only did he not receive a reward, he was also besieged by several peasants with pitchforks."

"The enemy had more people and more power. In order to escape, he risked his life to break out, despite being injured. His luggage and equipment were also left behind, and he was left with only a silver sword."

"However, for some reason, he chose to conceal his whereabouts and stayed alone in the cave in the back mountain, refusing to return to the castle."

The others were silent upon hearing this. Compared to the united Wolf School witchers, Berengar was undoubtedly an outlier.

He always keeps to himself and doesn't like interacting with other witchers. Even when he returns to the castle, he doesn't eat with everyone and always stays in his room alone.

Lambert was outspoken and snorted, "Don't you know? This guy hates his identity as a demon hunter. If he wasn't afraid of death, he might have committed suicide long ago."

Vesemir glared at Lambert, then turned to Wayne and said:

"Child, go get some herbs to stop the bleeding, and make something to eat, preferably broth or oatmeal."

"Berengar lives alone in a cave, and his body must be quite weak."

"The toxicity of the Swallow Potion should have overwhelmed him."

Wayne nodded when he heard this, and was about to get some herbs to treat the wound when he suddenly thought of something. After thinking for a while, he took out the last bottle of intermediate healing potion from the storage bag on his chest, handed it to Vesemir, and said:

"Teacher, use this potion. I got it from the druid. It's non-toxic and has a very good healing effect."

Wayne was not talking nonsense. Although the healing potion in the druid's hand was completely different from the one in his hand, these protectors of nature did have potions that could heal the injuries of ordinary people.

After leaving Kaer Morhen this time, Wayne planned to go to the forest of Vizima to visit the druid elder Kainst to ask him about animal taming and get some healing potions from him.

Although demon hunters do not need this kind of potion, sometimes this non-toxic potion can be very useful.

(End of this chapter)