White Orchard.
Perhaps due to the fact that the Water Magic Source was only at 1%, after multiple attempts, Allen did not feel the powerful forces of prophecy and primordial magic as described in the original work. Of course, this didn't mean there were no changes.
The favor of the water element had fully permeated his bones, and the new blood produced from his bone marrow faintly glowed with a bluish hue. Naturally, this could only be felt through the Witcher medallion while in hunting mode.
Speaking of the Witcher medallion, Allen could now slightly sense the water element in the air, even without using magical vision. Though he still didn't know what practical use this would have.
"Maybe... I should learn a few water spells from Lady Vera to try it out?"
Allen was a bit eager to give it a shot. However, learning magic wasn't something to rush into. With a thought, Allen shifted his attention back to the Witcher's Journal. Grasping the amulet of the goddess Melitele, he silently prayed.
[Ding! Water Drowner King Chest *5 Opened]
After three beams of white light, two beams of golden light flashed instantly.
Wow!
Double golden eggs, once again!
After the first beam of golden light, Allen's surroundings suddenly transformed into a countryside under clear skies, where wildflowers bloomed.
In the refreshing fragrance of the air, countless bees flew from one flower to another before returning to a spherical hive built on a tree. As the scene zoomed in, sparkling honey dripped thickly from the hive like a white thread, falling into a glass jar. Under the sunlight, the light-yellow honey shimmered with white light. A few seconds later, the honey jar turned into a blueprint.
"This is a potion recipe!"
Allen was excited.
Whether it was the heart extract, sword oil, or other potions that appeared in the game, they were all extremely useful and highly specialized. Each recipe was certainly useful to him, but clearly, it would have an even greater impact on the Witcher School as a whole.
With great anticipation, the blueprint faded from sight. Then, another beam of golden light flashed.
This time, the cutscene was much shorter. The background was the same sunny spring day.
"Chirp~"
With the call of a swallow, a black-and-white bird flew from the clear sky, carrying a potion as red as blood in its beak, heading towards Allen.
"Two potion recipes?"
Allen was pleasantly surprised and instinctively extended his palm. The swallow placed the potion in his hand, and both the red potion and the bird turned into a leather blueprint.
[Obtained: "White Honey" Potion Recipe, "Swallow" Potion Recipe, Experience Orbs *3]
Takeoff!
Whether it was White Honey or Swallow, they were both potions frequently used in the game. White Honey detoxifies, Swallow regenerates health, both extremely practical. With a thought, Allen opened his inventory.
[Name: Swallow]
[Type: Potion Recipe]
[Crafting Requirements: Alchemy Level 2]
[Recipe: Dwarven Spirit 1, Celadine 5, Drowner Brain *1]
[Function: Accelerates life regeneration. Life regeneration stops for two seconds during intense activity.]
[Note: The health potion is here!]
In the game, Swallow's limitation was that life regeneration stopped for two seconds when taking damage.
In reality, it stops during intense activity. This small difference meant that Swallow potion could only be used safely after battles, rather than during them. This significantly reduced its use cases. But even so, in a world lacking health-regenerating potions, this affordable potion—requiring only Dwarven Spirit, Celadine, and a Drowner brain—was incredibly valuable to both Allen and the Witcher School.
"I wonder what the healing effect of Swallow is like in reality," Allen murmured.
However, he would only truly know how effective the game's recipes were in the real world once he crafted them. So, he turned his attention to the next recipe.
[Name: White Honey]
[Type: Potion Recipe]
[Crafting Requirements: Alchemy Level 2 ]
[Recipe: Dwarven Spirit 1, Honeysuckle 1]
[Function: Reduces toxicity to zero and removes all other potion effects.]
[Note: Purify everything!]
White Honey hadn't changed at all. But it was equally practical.
At the very least, the next time Allen entered some dark cave, he could use Cat Eyes without limitation, no longer needing to stop after two bottles to wait for his mutated organs to digest the toxins. Thinking of caves, a sudden image of Francesca flashed in Allen's mind. In that instant, inspiration struck.
Elves...
"The Wild Hunt!"
He finally realized what had been bothering him earlier.
Even the Aen Saevherne, like Idda Emean, who had lived in the Witcher world for so long, still cared deeply about the Gate of Ard Gaeth. The Aen Elle, who had been seeking a way to traverse dimensions, even at great cost, creating the Elder Blood, would surely not remain idle in the face of such a thing.
A sense of foreboding crept into Allen's heart. He remembered the massive door that appeared during the Conjunction of the Spheres. Allen frowned, his face becoming solemn.
"From the information I've gathered, the Conjunction of the Spheres in the Witcher Journal likely stems from the Gate of Ard Gaeth."
"This is a treasure for the elves and undoubtedly the exclusive possession of the Wild Hunt. If they discover my connection to the Gate of Ard Gaeth..."
"Knowing the Wild Hunt's ruthlessness, they would never try to exchange for the Gate peacefully..."
"Of course, even if they did offer an exchange!"
"I still wouldn't know how to separate it from the Witcher's Journal."
Allen stood up and gazed out in the direction of Ban Ard.
"The Wild Hunt also possesses some method of traversing spaces."
"Would the huge disturbance caused by the merging of worlds have attracted their attention?"
As his thoughts deepened, Allen increasingly felt that what happened in Ban Ard might have already alarmed those terrifying creatures.
Although they were all elves, the Wild Hunt was nothing like their kin, who had to hide in the Blue Mountains to avoid humans. The Aen Elle's Red Riders had destroyed countless other worlds. They were powerful, brutal, and evil—an ominous omen, the symbol of war.
And because of the Witcher Journal and the Gate of Ard Gaeth, there was no way to resolve the conflict between Allen and the Wild Hunt.
"I'll have to be much more careful when using the Conjunction of the Spheres in the future!"
Allen warned himself inwardly, his desire for more power growing even stronger. Grasping the amulet of the goddess Melitele tightly, Allen took a deep breath. Setting aside his speculations, he refocused his attention on his inventory. Since today's luck was so good, there was no need to wait. He decided to open all the treasure chests now!
With a thought.
[Ding! Bog Nymph Chest *5 Opened]
As soon as the chests opened, shimmering golden light burst from them.
Whoa!
What kind of lucky day was this?
Golden legends in bulk?
Allen's excitement made his heartbeat quicken several paces. But like the Water Drowner King's chests, after the golden light, there were only a few beams of white light.
"Three golds out of ten chests, not bad at all!" he grinned with satisfaction.
As the glowing light faded, Allen's vision suddenly went black.
In the next second:
Whoosh!
A five-meter-tall yellowish torrent, like a towering wall suddenly appeared, It rushed frantically, howling, towards Allen's direction, as if wanting to crush him into powder. However, having gone through the Ice Spear Spell unboxing process, Allen was completely unfazed by the enormous impending danger.
Instead, he even had a hint of anticipation.
"Bang!"
The massive murky current swept through, passing right through Allen's body. But the vivid illusion still made him instinctively blink his eyes.
The next second.
The illusion vanished.
[Acquired: Skill: Mudslide, Experience Orbs*3]
It was indeed a skill!
The deaths of these four large monsters were worth it!
With excitement, his mind clicked on the skill.
[Name: Mudslide]
[Type: Water, Earth Dual-Element Spell]
[Learning Requirements: Water Affinity 6, Earth Affinity 2, Mysticism 30]
[Function: Turn stone into mud, summon a mudslide to sweep towards the target.]
[Note: This is the strongest spell of the Bog Nymph, but the despicable outsider never allowed it to cast it! Not even once!!!]
Given Allen's attributes, he was already fully capable of learning this skill. So, without any hesitation, he directly fused it with his thoughts. A large amount of "Mudslide" casting information flooded into his mind, and within moments, a new icon appeared on Allen's task panel.
[Ding! You have acquired the skill: Mudslide LV1]
[Ding! Your level has increased to 45, granting you 1 special skill point, currently holding 2 special skill points.]
At the same time. He closed his eyes, meditating, and fused the memories. As his understanding of the skill deepened, Allen's eyes grew brighter. Like the Ice Spear Spell, Mudslide was also an offensive spell. Mudslide was an area-of-effect magic, and its upper limit was extremely high.
If the Mysticism attribute were high enough, it could even destroy a village in one hit. Even with Allen's current level, he should at least be able to summon a mudslide two meters high, which was quite powerful.
If, back in that cave near Kaer Morhen, when he summoned the Bog Nymph for the first time…
If Allen hadn't killed it in time and allowed it to release this skill…
In the cramped cave, he would have been dead for sure.
After digesting the skill.
Allen casually opened the remaining five drowner loot boxes. However, this time, he only got five portions of rotten meat.
Still.
It was enough!
Getting two potion recipes and one skill.
Allen was genuinely satisfied and didn't care about the lackluster drowner loot boxes. He even thought that when he reached Ellander, he would definitely burn two sticks of incense for the Goddess Melitele.
If burning incense was even a thing at the temple.
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Night.
"The Chief hasn't returned yet?" Fred asked worriedly, "Could it be that those sorcerers harmed the Chief because they didn't want to pay up?"
After all, Fred was only a fifteen-year-old boy.
In his mind.
The reason Sol went there was simply to retrieve the sorcerer apprentice they had rescued from Ban Ard and to claim the bounty for clearing the drowners in the city. However, Vesemir, who was leaning by the window, occasionally looking outside, knew better. The bounty was the least important part of Sol's journey.
How the responsibility for the King's death would be divided. What changes would occur in the relationship between the School of the Wolf and the sorcerers. Those were the key issues that led Sol to the sorcerer's academy.
Of course...
Vesemir looked anxiously at Allen.
Besides the obvious matters, what worried him the most was whether the sorcerers had found any clues about the conjunction of the spheres. Though Allen had never admitted it.
Vesemir wasn't a fool.
Having personally experienced three conjunctions of the spheres. Having seen the Drowner King and the Bog Nymph before the tournament of the apprentices.
How could he not guess that the conjunction of the spheres that killed the King was definitely connected to Allen?
So, in the presence of Hen Gedymdeith and the other sorcerers of Ban Ard, Vesemir had always pretended to stay calm, suppressing the thoughts in his heart.
Unlike Lady Vera.
If the sorcerers found out that this matter was related to his apprentice, Allen would surely be killed. His biggest worry now was whether Hughes, Bond, and Fred had realized it at the time. And whether the sorcerers had read this information from their minds.
"But since the sorcerers let us go, they probably didn't find out, right?"
Vesemir comforted himself in his mind.
However.
Even if things went wrong, he was prepared to fight to the death. No matter what, he couldn't let his apprentice die before he did.
"Don't worry, Sol will be fine."
A cool female voice came from the corner.
Vera, who was also in the small inn room, saw the worried expressions on everyone's faces and, for once, gently reassured them.
Vesemir's expression softened a little at her words.
"Tap tap tap~"
The light sound of horse hooves came faintly from outside the window. The witchers in the room almost simultaneously rushed to the window, staring into the heavy darkness in the distance.
"Gurgle gurgle~"
A strange gulping sound came from beside him, and Vesemir looked over. Allen had just finished drinking a potion and was now looking into the distance.
"It's the Chief!"
Allen put down the glass bottle and exclaimed softly. Vesemir immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Since the Chief had returned, there must be good news!
There should be...
Before Sol could even stop, the impatient Fred jumped out of the window.
Was he really worried about the leader of the School of the Wolf?
Not exactly.
Fred didn't understand Vesemir's deeper concerns. His relationship with the Chief wasn't that close either. He was worried about the bounty. Whether it was for rescuing the Ban Ard sorcerer apprentice or clearing the city of drowners, there was a share of the bounty for him.
However.
Fred's greed was somewhat understandable. Since descending the mountain, due to his lively nature and difficulty with meditation.
If Vesemir hadn't been feeding him, he would have starved to death from his poverty. Hughes and Fred quickly followed suit, jumping out of the window.
As for the rest.
After exchanging glances, Allen and Vesemir also set aside their pride and followed the young witchers to meet the approaching hoofbeats.
Just as Allen jumped into the middle of the road...
"Bang~"
An orange portal opened not far in front of Fred.
Vera casually walked out of the portal.
Her steps were light, and her demeanor was graceful.
"Portals sure are convenient!" Allen thought.
He grew even more excited about the upcoming trip to Ellander, where he could remove the curse of the evil god and freely use the skill 'Blink' in his life.
Sol rode over, spotting the graceful sorceress walking past. He couldn't help but smile. Then, the next moment.
Fred quickly bypassed the sorceress and stood in front of the Chief's horse.
Sol paused, pulling the reins to stop. Seeing the eager, concerned look on the young witcher's face, the Chief felt a warmth in his heart.
"I didn't expect this witcher named Fred to be so worried about me."
He thought.
Then the next second.
He realized the young witcher was scratching his head, staring at the saddlebag on his horse.
"What is it?" Sol asked, puzzled.
"Chief, did those damned sorcerers from Ban Ard change their minds?"
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