Third floor of the tower.
In the center of the room, a campfire crackled softly, lulling anyone to sleep. Fragrant mist swirled around the hemispherical walls and sneaked out through a small crack in the wooden balcony door.
"Ah~"
Allen stepped into the bath barrel. He had heated the water inside with Igni until it was comfortably hot. The moment his body submerged, the warm water enveloped him, causing all his pores to open slightly.
"Ah~"
Allen closed his eyes and let out a comfortable sigh. Scenes from today played out in his mind. The water hag, the rock troll, the essence liquid, the trial of the grasses, ritual studies, fog transformation, and...
The witcher Corps of the Wolf School. Forming the witcher Corps was Allen's boldest move since entering the world of witchers.
After all, Who could tolerate another's power close to their own?
No ruler would easily allow their authority to be divided, especially when it involved military forces. If the proposal failed, Allen could very well become a thorn in the side of the Grandmaster.
While he could run from a monster he couldn't beat, being ostracized by the Grandmaster would likely force him to leave Kaer Morhen. But he had no choice but to gamble!
Allen sighed.
Since the enemies were kings and sorcerers, the defense of Kaer Morhen would likely involve an army combined with sorcerers, gaining advantage through ambushes. If their goal was to exterminate the witchers as in the game, the attack would likely occur in winter.
When the witchers of the Wolf School returned to Kaer Morhen for winter. With drinking all night and lax vigilance...
It's hard to avoid being wiped out!
Thinking of the witcher he met this afternoon who couldn't even use Aard and fled in battle, Allen sighed again.
"The organization and discipline of the Wolf School are too poor!"
"In this state, they would be easily broken by a regular army even without an ambush, certainly losing."
"A disciplined armed force is a must."
He reaffirmed his resolve.
"Fortunately, the Grandmaster agreed to my suggestion."
"And even more fortunately, the witcher's journal triggered a main quest because of it."
What kind of mission would the witcher Corps entail... he wondered.
With a slight mental command, the ancient pages of the journal unfolded in his mind.
[Ding! Main Quest: The Beginning of the Witcher Corps has been activated. Accept?]
[Quest Reward: Witcher Corps]
Of course, accept!
The moment he accepted, an ancient, majestic horn sounded in his mind. This was followed by the heavy sound of hoofbeats and the clash of axes and halberds.
A thick scent of blood filled the air. It made one's blood boil, urging them to mount a horse and charge into battle. Lying in the bath barrel, Allen barely had time to react before the vision appeared and then vanished abruptly.
This... accepting a main quest came with such fanfare.
Allen immediately sat upright, becoming serious. It seemed he had underestimated this quest.
The text in the quest log remained unchanged, but at the top of the witcher's journal, besides characters, items, and monster illustrations, there was now an additional tag.
"Corps!"
Allen instinctively read it aloud and quickly opened it.
[Corps Name: Unnamed]
[Rank: First Rank]
[Members: 0/5]
The latter part of the Corps interface was shrouded in thick black fog, likely to be unlocked upon completing the main quest. Looking at the black-red icon, seemingly scorched by war, different from other tags, Allen suddenly felt he might have misunderstood the witcher's journal.
The exaggerated special effects and unique icon style all suggested: the Corps of witchers was the main focus of the journal.
So,
"Have I been using the witcher's journal wrong all along?"
Allen muttered, then shook his head.
To unlock the main quest required the recognition of a faction leader, something he couldn't achieve before the Trial of the Grasses. However, to resolve the crisis of the Wolf School's downfall, forming a faction was inevitable.
Unlocking the Corps's main quest was just a matter of time. Thinking it through, his anticipation for the new feature grew. The ancillary functions were already powerful.
What enhancements would the "Corps" bring to him and the Wolf School?
"Completing the task with three members, Hughes, Bonte, and Fred will do. I'll find them first thing in the morning."
Having made plans, Allen gradually recovered from the shock and joy of the new feature. Only then did he notice the water had cooled.
"Ah~"
Exiting the bath barrel, he casually used an Igni sign.
"Sizzle~"
The moisture on his well-defined body quickly evaporated. Donning a silk robe, he used the essence liquid from four ghouls and the swamp witch's heart essence liquid with a thought.
[Attributes: Strength 26, Agility 24, Constitution 31, Perception 18, Mystery 30]
The essence liquid from four ghouls increased Allen's strength by one point. The essence liquid from the water hag's heart increased his agility by two points.
Though not much, the slight increase in strength was invigorating. After all, they were minor creatures, so one couldn't expect too much. However, considering the high level of the swamp witch, its attributes were the same as those from regular minor creatures, making Allen feel a bit cheated by the witcher's journal as an intermediary.
Unfortunately, he only had the formula for drowner's heart essence liquid, and he couldn't control the monster's heart from being extracted after a battle.
"Probably because the evaluation in the character interface isn't high enough," Allen thought.
He then turned his attention to the treasure chests he had collected today.
[Treasure Chest: Water hag's Treasure Chest 5, Drowner's Treasure Chest 5]
"Since they're minor creatures, there's no need to make a special trip to the apprentice dormitory."
[Ding! Drowner's Treasure Chest*5 opened]
White light flashed five times.
Allen's heart skipped a beat.
[Ding! Obtained: Rotten Flesh*5]
"Rotten flesh can be useful! Rotten flesh can be useful!"
"Just consider it increasing the probability! Consider it increasing the probability!"
He closed his eyes to comfort himself and continued opening treasure chests.
[Ding! Ghoul's Treasure Chest*3 opened]
Three more flashes of white light.
[Ding! Obtained: Rotten Flesh*3]
This time Allen didn't continue.
"Eight consecutive openings, all white drops, isn't that a bit too unlucky?"
Though such a probability wasn't impossible, Allen felt something was off. It was an intuition. His luck in opening chests tonight seemed abnormal.
"Could it be a misconception?"
"Maybe I should open them in the apprentice dormitory tomorrow?"
As he pondered, a sudden realization struck him.
Could it be…
Because that evil god is watching me?
It wasn't impossible. There was indeed a story in the original where someone offended a deity and was cursed. The power of fate is entangled with the gods. For him, this would be the worst curse!
The more Allen thought, the more plausible it seemed, but how to resolve this situation?
It would take at least a month to reach the temple of a righteous god...
Wait!
A righteous god?
Allen quickly walked to the wooden table and picked up the amulet of the goddess Melitele. Fearing it might get wet and become ineffective, he had placed it on the table before bathing. After quickly donning the amulet, the subtle discomfort seemed to vanish instantly.
"It works!"
Allen's eyes lit up.
[Ding! Water Hag's Treasure Chest 5 opened]
Gold...
?
Wow!
The first one yielded gold!
...…
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114. This World No Longer Needs Witchers.
115. Witcher or Monster?
116. The Lone Wolf Dies, the Pack Survives.
117. The Old Wolf Watches Over the Cubs.
118. The Rise of the Wolf School!