114. This World No Longer Needs Witchers.
"F*ck…"
Halfway through the exclamation, Allen immediately changed his tone.
"Forgive me, Goddess, forgive me, Goddess..."
His words were sincere and heartfelt. After a flash of golden light, there came a purple glow. Following closely was another flash of golden light and then two blue lights.
A double golden egg!
And this one was even more golden than the last!
"Goddess Melitele!"
"From now on, I am your devout follower!"
Allen clenched his fists in excitement, unable to contain his shout. His tone was so reverent that even among Melitele's followers, it would be hard to find such devotion. After the golden light flashed, his vision suddenly went black.
A water hag appeared in his sight. Without any noticeable movement from the creature, it slowly transformed into an oval, red-outside-green-inside gel-like substance. Then, This substance, resembling a cell and mimicking cell division, slowly became two identical ones.
"It looks familiar," Allen thought.
Without giving it much more thought, the purple light flashed. A pale bone bracelet appeared before him.
A few seconds later, a blue water-attribute glow flashed over the bracelet. A blob of mud suddenly formed, floating above the bracelet, and shot toward Allen. This low-level intimidation technique didn't make him even blink.
"The water hag's mud-throwing spell!"
From the animation, Allen could easily deduce the spell's effect. The mud vanished after being thrown.
Another flash of golden light followed.
After a moment of darkness, the previously seen "cell" reappeared. Slowly, The "cell" turned dark red, somewhat resembling melted chocolate. Then, It slowly transformed into a piece of parchment.
[Ding! Acquired Water Hag Mutation Inducer 1, Water Hag Mud-Throwing Bone Chain 1, Water Hag Decoction Recipe 1, Experience Orbs 2]
Looking at the reward notification, Allen felt he had been tricked by the witcher journal.
Was the Water hag mutation inducer really a golden quality item?
Moreover, the Water hag decoction required the Water hag mutation inducer.
Unlike in the game, where potions like Killer Whale could be replenished by simply meditating and consuming a universal solvent, here, each use required a new batch. Did this mean that after consuming one bottle of Water hag decoction, he would have to grind for more Water hag mutation inducers by opening more boxes?
Worried, Allen shook his head and directly opened the inventory with his mind to check.
[Name: Water Hag Mud-Throwing Bone Chain]
[Type: Magical Item]
[Function: Activates the bone chain with magic to release a mud ball with a blinding effect.]
[Note: Does it inspire any combo ideas?]
The effect of this item was roughly what he had expected. The Water hag's mud-throwing, though unremarkable in appearance, was indeed a very useful skill. It had a small magical fluctuation, quick casting speed, fast projectile speed, and was highly covert. It could definitely be used as a pre-emptive strike spell, blinding the enemy, just like the ice spear spell.
Looking further down,
[Name: Water Hag Mutation Inducer]
[Type: Mutation Inducer]
[Function: Splits once a week, with a chance to produce Water Hag Mutation Inducer, Weak Red/Green Mutation Inducer]
[Note: Think of it as cell division.]
Now, that's more like it!
Allen breathed a sigh of relief. This was fitting for a golden-quality item. With this, he only needed to wait, then gather other common materials to brew the decoction.
Absolutely perfect!
Moreover, it could generate weak red and green mutation inducers. Having never found mutation inducers from monster corpses, he had been worried about how to obtain the necessary potion recipes. So, these primary color mutation inducers were merely by-products.
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While Allen was dealing with a false alarm,
In the royal palace of Henselt. In the king's study,
"Have those wild cats named their price?"
Henselt casually tossed a slightly bloodstained white silk into a bowl. In an instant, The silk was stained a deep crimson by the blood.
Henselt loved to eat rare steak. The sensation of tearing and chewing the blood-rich meat, with its metallic taste, was something he found addictive.
Utterly irresistible.
"They have, Father."
A tall, burly figure stepped out from behind a wooden screen, responding respectfully. Although his build was significantly smaller than Henselt's, their facial features bore a striking resemblance.
"What price?" Henselt asked casually, while playing with the blood-stained silk in the bowl.
"100 Orens for a young wolf..."
"And the others?" Henselt asked indifferently.
"500 Orens for an old wolf," the man paused, then continued, "As for experienced old wolves and pack leaders, the wild cats were very reluctant and did not quote a price."
Henselt pondered for a moment, then tapped the table with his finger and said, "500 for a young wolf, but I want those freaks to kill the young wolves with the same rigor they would use for the old wolves."
The man looked up in surprise at Henselt, "Father, isn't that too much?"
Henselt sneered, explaining, "Lado, it is tolerable for young cubs to be killed by young cubs. It's negotiable."
"But what if they are slaughtered by the old ones?"
"I don't need to pay for the old wolves and pack leaders, they will be driven to a bloody end."
The young man instantly understood, looking at Henselt with admiration. But after thinking for a moment, a trace of hesitation crossed his face, "Father, will those wild cats really be that foolish?"
"Ha! They are a bunch of money-driven lunatics who can't think that far." Hackso sneered, "Besides, the enmity between cats and wolves is deep. Even if they do realize, they won't care."
"Enough about that, cats and wolves are trivial matters!"
Before he finished speaking, Henselt waved his hand at the attendants.
"Tap... tap... tap..."
As the footsteps echoed, the attendants cleaned up the leftovers on the table and left the study one by one.
"Bang!"
The heavy door closed. The study fell into silence.
"Have those elves been found?" Henselt broke the silence.
"They have been driven to the Blue Mountains. The principal wrote saying it shouldn't take long to capture them."
"Hmm." Henselt nodded, then lowered his head, lost in thought.
The study fell silent again.
Until...
"Father, do we really have to eliminate the Wolf School?" the young man asked hesitantly, "I heard they are the most chivalrous school besides the Griffin School..."
"Slap!"
Henselt slammed the table, roaring, "Nonsense!"
"Chivalry has never bound those of noble blood like us… Who is your current tutor? Did your mother hire him?"
Henselt's face was bulging with veins in his fury, making him look especially menacing. The young man shrank back in fear, stammering, "Y-yes, it's Dyson from Toussaint, hired by Mother."
"From Toussaint? No wonder!"
Henselt shook his head, looking at the pale young man, sighed, and said, "Lado!"
"Remember, to be a qualified king..."
"You can be greedy, lustful, cruel, even utterly depraved, but you must never show sympathy or be misled by the chivalric virtues!"
The young man's confusion was evident. Still too young... Henselt thought with a sigh, softening his tone to explain further, "Moreover, it's not us who need to eliminate the Wolf School."
"It's that this world no longer needs witchers!"
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116. The Lone Wolf Dies, the Pack Survives.
117. The Old Wolf Watches Over the Cubs.
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