Lado was taken aback by this and couldn't help but ask: "Why?"
Henselt didn't immediately respond to Lado's question. He "pulled" his obese body out of the seat and walked to the window. The moon was already setting, and dawn was not far off. From the window, he gazed out over Ard Carraigh, shrouded in darkness, with only a few scattered points of light.
Henselt knew those lights came from Rose Street.
"The night doesn't belong to humans!"
He stared into the darkness, then turned to meet Lado's eyes: "At least it didn't when I was born…"
"Ghosts, werewolves, vampires, and other monsters would roam the streets at night, leaving mangled corpses and terror-stricken cries…"
"Back then, witchers were heroes!"
He paused, then continued, reciting as if he were telling a legend: "They came from the North, riding horses with dual swords on their backs…"
"Cat-like eyes, swift as steeds, embodying justice and strength far beyond any knight…"
"In a flash of silver, they'd bring down monsters that even dozens of soldiers couldn't handle…"
"They would leave amid the people's gratitude, having taken only a modest fee, and move on to the next city…"
Lado was captivated and muttered: "Isn't that what knights do? Why should we destroy them then?"
Henselt, unconcerned by Lado's mention of "knights," seriously looked at him and said: "It's different now, Lado!"
"It's different now!"
He led his heir, whose body dwarfed his own, to the window and asked: "Look outside and tell me, what do you see?"
Outside, there was only silent darkness and a few scattered lights below the castle. Lado hesitated, unsure what his father wanted him to see in this tranquil darkness.
Henselt sighed and said: "Peace! Lado! Peace!"
"The nights in Ard Carraigh are no longer haunted by ghosts, werewolves, or vampires. There are no screams, no cries of terror."
"This world doesn't need so many monsters for witchers to hunt anymore, but the number of witchers keeps growing."
"This morning, my sheriff told me."
"The crazed bastards from the Cat School, driven by some damned illusion, killed five civilians, two of whom were their own informants."
"My fully armored soldiers went to investigate, and seven were killed, two were maimed."
Henselt stared intently into Lado's eyes, "Lado! Without monsters, these witchers have become monsters!"
"But what does this have to do with the Wolf School witchers?"
Lado thought he had found a crucial point and said: "Aren't you hiring Cat School witchers to kill them? Shouldn't it be the other way around?"
Henselt's eyes revealed deep disappointment. How could a crown prince with such poor political instincts bear the weight of Kaedwen's future?
So. He said something Lado couldn't understand, then waved him away.
"Precisely because the Wolf School witchers are more righteous…"
"That's why they must die!"
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Kaer Morhen
South Tower, Top Floor.
After carefully studying the Water Hag Mutagen, Allen turned his attention to the last golden-quality formula.
[Name: Water Hag Decoction Recipe]
[Type: Alchemy Formula]
[Requirement: Alchemy Level 3]
[Recipe: Dwarven Spirit1, Berbercane Fruit1, Water Hag Mutagen*1]
[Effect: Increases damage when at maximum health!]
[Note: One rule! Don't get hurt!]
Allen rolled his eyes at the last remark and muttered: "As if I want to get hurt."
This decoction seemed somewhat underwhelming. In battles against minor monsters, getting hit was inevitable. For fights that didn't require getting hit, potions were unnecessary. As for hunting large monsters, he usually relied on [Witch Hunt], killing the enemy in one strike.
"I wonder if drinking this potion would speed up the accumulation of the [Witch Hunt] progress bar?"
Allen speculated. But it was too early to think about that now. He only had one Water Hag Mutagen, and even with good luck, it would take at least a week to split into another.
After reviewing all the items from the treasure chest, Allen opened his character panel.
[Name: Allen]
[Level: 22]
[Health: 100%, Stamina: 310/310, Mana: 300/300]
[Attributes: Strength 26, Agility 24, Constitution 31, Perception 18, Mystery 30]
[Formulas: Killer Whale, Cat's Eye, Necrophage Oil, Drowner Heart Essence, Water Hag Decoction Recipe]
[Experience Orbs: Experience Orb38, Small Experience Orb4102]
[Essence: Drowner Heart Essence*202]
[Items: Mirage Pearl, Wolf Medallion, Small fog Pearl, Foglet Arm Bone, Water Hag Mutagen, Water Hag Mud Throwing Bone Chain, "A Treatise on 23 Cooking Methods for Drowners"]
[Rating: Novice Witcher!]
Although his rating hadn't changed, the increase in attributes, formulas, experience orbs, and items brought a sense of fulfillment. His strength was rapidly increasing, and the school was gradually getting on track.
Allen was beginning to feel more confident about the future.
"Maybe in a year, I can lead the Wolf School to face Kaedwen's army head-on!"
In his mind, the biggest issue was the Kaer Morhen defense battle that led to the school's downfall. As for the Wolf School versus Cat School apprentice tournament?
He never considered it a problem!
He had a cheat after transmigrating; losing to his peers would be disgraceful!
Allen lay in bed, fantasizing until he drifted into sleep.
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The next morning.
"Tap~ tap~ tap~"
The familiar sound of wooden sticks woke Allen.
"Creak~"
The balcony door opened. Sure enough, Hughes, Bont, and Fred were practicing swordsmanship below the tower. Thinking of the main quest of the Witcher Legion, Allen immediately woke up. After a quick wash and change, he headed to the training stakes.
"Tap~ tap~ tap~"
Wooden sticks clashed and swung in blurs. The three witchers each fought fiercely against the other two. A sudden increase in certain attributes could distort familiar movements, missing the best moments to attack. Therefore, this was their method of adapting to sudden attribute increases.
Allen didn't need this. He had already adapted to occasional sudden attribute increases; his body adjusted quickly to these changes.
Maybe this was a kind of talent! Allen thought.
"Allen!"
Hughes dodged Fred's slash, catching sight of a familiar figure in the corner of his eye. His eyes lit up instantly. He stopped his movements and ran over.
"Did you come to give us the essence?"
Allen hesitated for a moment.
He calmly put his hand on his belt's potion pouch and, with lightning speed and subtlety, transferred fifteen bottles of essence from his inventory into it. He had been in a hurry because of the Witcher Legion's main quest and had forgotten.
After distributing the essence, Allen was about to invite Hughes, Bond, and Fred to join his legion when he realized a crucial problem. He didn't know how to invite others to join the corps!
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