Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job

Chapter 125 Berengar
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In the training ground, Wayne and Eskel were conducting daily sword training again. Under their control, the two iron swords used for training collided with fierce sparks, and the sound of metal colliding filled the entire training ground. , two agile figures were coming and going, fighting fiercely, and the several demon hunters watching from the side also had different expressions.

Wayne's swordsmanship is fierce and light. Every move is aimed at the vital point, and it is erratic. Eskel has to concentrate all his energy to resist it.

But Eskel's swordsmanship is open and closed, every move and every style is powerful, fast, steady and steady, with an extremely wide range.

Even with Wayne's agility, sometimes he has to take a few tricks to avoid it completely.

Although neither of them tried their best, Wayne gradually felt that his attack had been seen through by the opponent, and it became more and more difficult to deal with it.

In the end, when the iron sword in his hand was almost deformed by the continuous slashing, he raised his hand first and surrendered.

Seeing him raise his hands in surrender, even with Eskel's calm personality, he couldn't help showing a smile.

Since the sword training during this period, this young junior has put more and more pressure on him, and he is also afraid that one day, like Lambert, he will lose face as a senior.

Fortunately, the large red mutation inducer is really effective. Since the implantation of this mutant, Eskel can clearly feel that his strength and agility have continued to increase. It has only been less than a week, and it has grown by about About a tenth.

Such a growth rate is undoubtedly a very pleasant surprise for a demon hunter whose body will not change after being shaped.

Wayne wiped the sweat from his forehead. The less than 10 minutes of fighting just now consumed a lot of stamina. However, looking at the senior demon hunter opposite who was also sweating, he said with a smile:

"It seems that the transplant operation was successful, Eskel, congratulations, I can already clearly feel that your strength and speed have increased."

Eskel, who was clumsy, hadn't answered yet, and Lambert, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, couldn't help shouting:
"Damn, I didn't expect this thing to be so useful. The old man didn't tell me earlier. Every time I saw this thing after killing monsters, I didn't even bother to pick it up. It was wasted."

"I don't know if I missed such a good thing."

Geralt smiled crookedly when he heard that, and said:
"Whoever told you not to study hard at ordinary times, among us, you are the laziest, most impatient, and the least reader."

"You may not know that in addition to being able to perform transplant operations, mutation-inducing substances can also be used to make special decoctions. Although the toxicity is extremely high, it is a precious resource that can save lives at certain times."

"Even if it is small or medium-sized, it is still a very valuable material, and it can be exchanged for a lot of money if sold to warlocks."

"At the party next year, you can sell me the mutants you collected. Don't forget, you already owe me a gambling debt of fifty crowns."

Hearing Geralt mention this matter in front of the younger generation, Lambert immediately felt that he was losing face, and shouted loudly:

"Geralt, don't you forget, 13 years ago, when we carried out the commission together in Novigrad, you were detained by a brothel because of debts, who raised the money to redeem you?"

"If I hadn't sold my beloved meteorite dagger, I'm afraid you would have to spend half a year in prison by then."

"Now that there is such a little gambling debt, how dare you bring it up in front of me every day."

Geralt twitched the corners of his mouth when he heard the words. The two of them made an appointment not to tell others about this matter. I didn't expect Lambert to be so secretive about martial arts, and now he told it.

Wayne laughed loudly when he heard the words. Lambert's mouth can always bring happiness to everyone in unexpected places.

When the four of them were chatting, they suddenly saw outside the gate, the old man Vesemir walked in with the support of a somewhat thin witcher with a hood on his head.

Wayne looked at the man. He lowered his head and had a bandage on one arm. Although he was wearing the armor of the wolf school, Wayne couldn't recognize who he was at the first moment.

However, Eskel, who had just finished his swordsmanship competition with him, saw the man, walked around through the side passage, and said:
"It's Berengar. He's hurt. I have to go see him."

It turned out to be him, Berengar, the one in the wolf school who hated him the most as a witcher.

No wonder Wayne didn't know him. In Wayne's memory of staying in Kaer Morhan, he only saw this man once when he was very young.

If other wolf school witchers return to Kaer Morhen every year to reunite, Berengar is a lone wolf who doesn't fit in, always actively excluding himself from the group.

Seeing this, Geralt and Lambert also went down, and together they supported and carried Berengar into the hall of the castle.

The old man Vesemir looked at the comatose Berengar, sighed and said:
"I ran into him when I went fishing at the lake."

"He should have returned here before the heavy snow closed the mountain, but instead of returning to the castle, he stayed in a cave in the back mountain."

"If we hadn't heard the sound of him fighting the water ghost, we probably wouldn't have known he was back until now."

Except for Vesemir, only Eskel and Berengar are the most familiar among them. He took off the armor on Berengar's body and found that not only his arms were wrapped with bandages, but even his lower abdomen It was also covered with a thick bandage.

It may be because of the fight with the water ghost that his wounds reopened, and blood had already seeped through the bandages.

Geralt looked solemnly, looked at Vesemir, and asked:
"Any idea how he was wounded? Has an enemy appeared, Vesemir?"

Vesemir took out a new roll of bandages and needle thread from his pouch, handed it to Eskel, motioned for him to help Berengar sew up the wound, and then said with a sigh:
"He didn't faint at the beginning, it was on the way I sent him back that he lost blood and passed out."

"Actually, it's nothing. He didn't plan to return to the castle this year, but last month, when he was commissioned in a village in the Kaedwen Kingdom, he fought with an Andrig queen and suffered a lot of injuries. As a result, I completed the task, not only did not get the reward, but was besieged by several farmers with pitchforks.”

"There are many people on the other side. In order to escape for his life, he fought his way out with injuries. He also lost his luggage and equipment, leaving only a silver sword in his hand."

"However, for some reason, he chose to conceal his whereabouts, and stayed alone in the cave in the back mountain, refusing to return to the castle."

Several other people were a little silent when they heard the words. Compared with the united wolf school demon hunters, Berengar was undoubtedly an outlier.

He always walked alone, and he didn't like to deal with other witchers. Even when he returned to the castle, he didn't eat with everyone, and always stayed alone in the room silently.

Lambert was straightforward, snorted and said:
"Don't you know? This guy hates his identity as a demon hunter very much. If he wasn't afraid of death, he might have committed suicide long ago."

Vesemir glared at Lambert, then turned to Wayne and said:

"Son, go get some herbs to stop the bleeding, and make something to eat by the way, preferably broth or wheat porridge."

"Berengar lives alone in the cave, and his body should be quite weak."

"He probably couldn't bear the toxicity of the swallow potion."

Wayne nodded when he heard the words, and was about to get some herbal medicine for trauma, when he suddenly thought of something. After thinking about it, he took out the last bottle of intermediate healing potion from the storage bag on his chest, and handed it to Viser. Mir hand, said:

"Teacher, use this potion. I got it from a druid. It is non-toxic and has a good healing effect."

This is not Wayne talking nonsense. Although the healing potion in the druid's hand is completely different from the bottle in his hand, these natural protectors do have potions that can heal the injuries of ordinary people.

After leaving Kaer Morhen this time, Wayne planned to go to the forest of Vizima, visit the druid elder Keynster, ask him about animal taming, and get some healing potions from him by the way.

Although demon hunters don't need this kind of potion, sometimes, this kind of non-toxic potion is still very useful.

(End of this chapter)