Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job

Chapter 1 The Lucky Ones of the Grass Trial
1248, Kaer Morhen.

"Hold on, Wayne, just hold on a little longer, and you'll make it."

An old voice mixed with anxiety entered Wayne's ears.

But at this time, Wayne didn't pay attention to the voice at all. He only felt pain all over his body. His body seemed to be covered with countless venomous snakes and scorpions that bit his body. Countless poisons seeped into his body. After the muscles seemed to be dissolved, they were forcibly squeezed back into their original shape. Apart from severe pain and numbness, his limbs couldn't move at all.

Enduring this inhuman torture, Wayne could vaguely hear the voice of the old man beside him, as if teaching him how to control his body, and as if encouraging him to persevere.

This painful torment made Wayne howl uncontrollably, and after persisting for more than ten minutes, he inevitably fell into a coma.

I don't know how long it took, when Wayne felt a slight improvement in his body, exhausted all his strength, and opened his eyes.

What came into view was a stone ceiling covered with moss and cobwebs. He instinctively wanted to look around, but just turning his head almost exhausted his physical strength.

After some observation, Wayne deduced that this was a building similar to an ancient castle, made of rocks. In addition to the wooden bed on which he was lying, there were some glass test tubes similar to those used in chemical experiments, tweezers, crucibles and other experimental equipment on the surrounding tables.

And the cold and damp atmosphere coming from his body made Wayne feel that he should be in a room similar to the basement.

However, before he could continue to observe, there was a severe, tearing pain in his brain.

"Ah! ~Ah!"

The pain came and went quickly.

In less than a minute, Wayne's brain returned to calm, and the memory of a half-elf boy appeared in his memory out of thin air.

Along with it, it also entered the brain, and related information about the necessary cheats for travelers.

Wayne (14 years old)
Occupation: Witcher
Level: Level 1 (0/100)

Attributes: Strength 13, Dexterity 18, Constitution 15, Spirit 18.

Skills: Swordsmanship LV1, Fayin LV1, Gene Mutation LV1.

Special bloodline: Ancient blood (weak, unawakened) requires ten ability points to activate.

Subsidiary Skills: Archery LV1, Cooking LV1.

Witcher, this is the world of the Witcher.

Before Wayne could think carefully about the crossing, a slightly heavy footstep came from outside the room.

A few seconds later, Wayne saw a decent and kind-looking old man in an old iron armor walk through the door and come in.

Seeing Wayne waking up, the old man couldn't help showing a happy smile on his face. He brought a bowl of cooked vegetable soup from the table next to him, sat by Wayne's bed, and said with emotion:

"You're awake at last, kid."

"It's a good thing you're still alive."

According to the memory in his mind, Wayne looked at the old man's slightly sad face, hesitated for a second, and then said in a hoarse voice:
"Ms. Vesemir, am I the only one who survived?"

Hearing this, the old man couldn't help closing his eyes with a sigh, and stroked Wayne's hair.

"Yes, among several children, only you survived."

"In the mutation process of the Grass Trial, there is no warlock to release the stability spell for us, and the failure rate is too high."

Looking at Wayne, who was weak and almost escaped death, Vesemir seemed to have made some kind of decision, and his tone became much more vicissitudes in an instant.

"The witcher trial is too dangerous."

"Maybe, after you, Kaer Morhen won't have any new witchers."

………………

A month later, in Kaer Morhen's training ground.

In the early morning, the sun had just risen, and Wayne was holding a steel sword without a sharp edge, facing a dummy made of straw and wood, practicing the sword skills of a witcher.

Tossing and turning, chopping and stabbing constantly, with the heavy steel sword in his hand, each blow was fast and hard, cutting the dummy made of hard wood into many dents.

After practicing for two hours, Wayne finally heard the strange voice in his head again until his whole body was sweating, his hands and feet were weak, and his muscles were slightly sore.

Sword skill proficiency +1, current progress: 36.

Swordsmanship LV1: Swordsmanship power +5%
After a period of exploration, Wayne found that besides being able to use the upgraded ability points to improve the skill level of his various skills, the most important thing is to rely on his usual hard work and hard work.

Even if the level of swordsmanship is raised from one to two now, it needs more than [-] hours of dedicated training to upgrade to the next level, which can be said to be quite difficult.

Fortunately, as a sports student, what he lacks most is patience and enthusiasm for training.

Breathing out lightly, Wayne took off the sweat-drenched linen blouse, revealing the immature but already quite obvious muscle lines on his body. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up the steel sword, and walked into Kaer Morhen's castle.

Passing through the gate of the castle, in the somewhat dim castle hall, the old witcher Vesemir was sitting on a wooden armchair with a dozen thick books beside him, with his head down, snoring softly.

Seeing this scene, Wayne couldn't help but smile.

Vesemir is a respectable elder. Over the past month, the old man has not only tried his best to teach him various skills of a witcher, but also taught him many principles of life, which made Wayne, who was suddenly far away from his familiar environment, feel reliable.

As a demon hunter who has lived for hundreds of years, the old man is almost a living antique in the world of demon hunters, and he is also the most respectable person in the eyes of everyone in the wolf school.

He didn't disturb the old witcher's sleep, but went upstairs lightly to his room, took a cold shower with the clean water he had prepared.

Life in the Middle Ages was quite poor, and there were only a few pieces of furniture in his room.

Putting on clean clothes, Wayne looked at his handsome face in the mirror. Except for a pair of amber cat eyes and pointed ears, his face was no different from that of an ordinary teenager, and he sighed softly.

In his previous life, he was a well-regarded archery sports student, but unfortunately he was hit to death by a dump truck due to an accident, and he came to this world.

Unexpectedly, judging from the memories of the possessed boy, this life experience is also very miserable.

This half-elf boy named Wayne, whose mother was named Martha, was an elf prostitute in the slums of Vizima City. As for who his father was, even Martha herself didn't know.

Because of his mother's special occupation, the teenager was born in a brothel and lived there for eight years, until Martha contracted a serious disease, and the mother and son were driven out of the brothel.

Before dying of illness, he was given to the passing old witcher Vesemir, who had been training in Kaer Morhen for six years.

Originally, there were six children who trained together with Wayne, but because of the lack of help from warlocks in the grass trial here, he was the only lucky one who survived in the end.

But Wayne knew very well that if it wasn't for his accidental crossing, none of the six children would have survived.

And it won't be until decades later, when the story of the wizard begins, that Kaer Morhen will usher in a new witcher.

　Newcomers and new books, please support me readers.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)