29. Um Passo Mais Perto

My return to Kaer Morhen was as planned, so I went to check one of the many things I had left for time to sort out for me.

--- Flashback---

"Sam, why did you set up this little cubicle and now try to hide it from everyone's view? The lab has enough space already that you need to open more." Vesemir says, indignant.

After finishing the numerous runes I have written on the walls, as well as the chains I have prepared, I turn to speak to the old Witcher.

"Here will be the place where one of the most important ingredients of the fourth mixes for the testing of the young apprentices. If all goes well, in a short time, I will be able to decrease the death rate to less than 60%.

That is, for every 10 apprentices in the final test, at least 4 of them will be able to survive, which is much better than the previous batch, don't you agree?" I ask the old man.

"Sure, but how are you going to do that?" he looks at me strangely, because nothing that needed chains attached to a wall made sense.

"Blood bag, my blood," I reply.

He looks at me surprised. "Are you going to go into some kind of hibernation and turn blood bag for every time a test is run?" his voice was somewhat incredulous.

"By Morgana's juvenile teats, how did you come to that? No, I will find the perfect blood bag, in due course. I have an idea where, but I need to do a little more research.

And don't worry, not only the mortality rate, but also the amount of pain in the young ones will be greatly reduced by being transferred to the blood bag." I answer, while pointing out a few rows of runes.

"So the children will no longer feel that excruciating pain?" he looks hopefully, that was one of the strongest factors in the mortality rate.

"No, they will still feel the pain, but as I can explain, let's say it won't assault their bodies as it does so far, it will come in a progressive way, letting them get used to the pain from time to time.

But the blood bag, she will do all the work, getting all the initial charge, so that's why I made the way to close it, so that the sound of her screams won't reach the children." I explain.

"Confusing, but if you think it will work, then go for it." he shrugs.

"Well, then I'm going to go hunt for our blood bag, I'll be back in a few days," I say, leaving the lab.

--- A few days later ---

"Who is this man?" Vesemir asks me, looking at the person trapped in the chains.

"Heidar Servants, a wanted man from north to south of the continent. A rogue sorcerer, he murdered two of his female companions and raped their corpses. He got a taste for it, so he began his life as a rapist.

But there came a time when it became difficult to fool the young sorceresses, because Aretuza was watching him. So he started to wander around, and got a taste for girls. His list of victims runs from 3 to 12 years old.

I haven't stopped to count the number of victims, but it runs into the hundreds, to this day, unsolved cases, even by witches who have taken over the job. And before you ask me, I read your mind, so I'm sure of what I'm talking about." I finish presenting the blood bag.

"Did you kill him?" he looks at the man, who looked lifeless, bound by the chains.

"Come on Vesemir, let's be serious here, you know better. This kind of person doesn't deserve peace, so why do you think you would bring a guy like him here? Even more dead? No, he will suffer on behalf of each of his victims," I say, letting a sinister smile appear on my face.

"I appreciate that I am not your enemy." were Vesemir's words, before leaving.

---- END OF FLASHBACK ----

Arriving at the lab, I sneaked the door open, to see how my blood behaved in Heidar's body. When I called it a blood bag, I wasn't kidding.

Using his blood diluted in mine, would make the herbs smoother to absorb, and more potent in completion. In other words, even Vesemir could take the new herbal test, and he would be greatly improved.

Extend his life span, improve his physique, and even more his perception. Faster, stronger and deadlier. It was my way of balancing the game. After all, I didn't trust the High Vampires that much.

As soon as the wall concealing the body began to open laterally, the sound of the man's desperate screams assaulted my ears. He was struggling, drooling, crying, and if he could, he would curl up like a little ball.

His body was sweating profusely, but nothing seemed to change, even his appearance, after a month in prison, suffering from having my blood in his body. He felt this pain simply because my blood was in his heart.

It was the best way to join his magical blood, with mine. It wasn't necessary, but I didn't want to become the blood bag of the new Witchers, much less be known that way.

I want to see new realities, different worlds, get my fingers into the events of various places, and staying here to donate blood was not the most fun life I could imagine.

Another point, with my blood diluted in this guy's magical blood, it would not make the new generation Witchers too powerful, which could backfire. Control was needed.

Last but not least, my blood, pure and simple, would cause the direct death of anyone. Let's just say that it was too strong for the Witcher, so much so that only a drop was what I put in Heidar's heart.

It was time to do the tests, to mix the herbs with the black blood, the name I gave to the ingredient composed of my own blood, nothing original, but well suited for the purpose.

So much work to be done yet, I hope it doesn't take too long, or things might get boring.