Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job properly

1248, Kaer Morhen.

"Hang in there, Wayne, just a little longer and you'll make it."

An old and anxious voice penetrated Wayne's ears.

But at this moment, Wayne didn't pay attention to the voice at all. He only felt great pain all over his body. His body seemed to be covered with countless flesh-biting poisonous snakes and scorpions. Countless poisons seeped into his body, and his muscles seemed to be dissolved. , and then forcibly squeezed it into its original shape. Apart from severe pain and numbness, the limbs could not move at all.

While enduring this inhuman torture, Wayne could vaguely hear the voice of the old man beside him, as if he was teaching him how to control his body, or encouraging him to persevere.

This painful suffering made Wayne couldn't help but cry out. After persisting for more than ten minutes, he inevitably fell into a coma.

I don't know how long it took, but when Wayne felt his body improved slightly, he tried his best to open 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 energy.

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

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

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

"Ah!~Ah!"

This severe pain comes and goes 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, there is also relevant information about the golden fingers that are necessary for time travellers.

Wayne (14 years old)

Occupation: Witcher

Level: Level 1 (0/100)

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

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

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

Auxiliary skills: Archery LV1, Cooking LV1.

Witcher, this is the world of the witcher.

Before Wayne could think about the matter of time travel carefully, the sound of slightly heavy footsteps came from outside the room.

A few seconds later, Wayne saw an upright and kind-looking old man wearing old iron armor walking through the door and walking in.

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

"You're finally awake, kid."

"Luckily 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:

"Mr. Vesemir, am I the only one who survives?"

When the old man heard this, he couldn't help but sigh, closed his eyes, and touched Wayne's hair.

"Yes, among the children, you are the only one who 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."

………………

One month later, at Kaer Morhen's training ground.

In the early morning, when the sun had just risen, Wayne was holding a steel sword without a blade and practicing his swordsmanship with a dummy made of straw and wood.

Tossing and turning, he kept slashing and stabbing. The heavy steel sword was in his hand. Every blow was fast and hard, cutting many dents into the dummy made of hard wood.

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

Swordsmanship proficiency +1, current progress: 36.

Swordsmanship LV1: Swordsmanship power +5%

After a period of exploration, Wayne discovered that in addition to using upgraded ability points to improve his skill levels, Wayne discovered that the most important thing was to rely on daily hard work and practice.

Even if the level of swordsmanship is raised from one to two now, it needs more than 200 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.

With a gentle breath, Wayne took off his sweaty linen blouse, revealing his young but already quite obvious muscle lines. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up the steel sword, and pointed it towards Kyle Mohan's body. Walk inside the castle.

Passing through the gate of the castle, in the somewhat dim castle hall, the old demon hunter Vesemir was sitting on a wooden armchair with a dozen thick books next to him, his head lowered, and he was saying Subtle snoring.

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 demon hunter skills, but also taught him many principles of life. Wayne, who was suddenly far away from his familiar environment, There is a feeling of being able to rely on.

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 did not disturb the old demon hunter's sleep, but quietly went upstairs to his room, and took a cold shower using the water he had prepared.

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

After putting on clean clothes, Wayne looked at the handsome face in the mirror, which was no different from an ordinary boy except for a pair of amber cat eyes and pointed ears, and sighed softly.

In his previous life, he was a highly regarded archery athlete. Due to an accident, he was unfortunately hit to death by a dump truck and came to this world.

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

This half-elf boy named Wayne, his mother's name is Martha, an elf prostitute from the slums of Vizima City. As for who his father is, even Martha herself doesn't know.

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

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

There were originally six children training with Wayne, but due to the lack of help from warlocks in the Green Grass Trial here, he was the only lucky one to survive in the end.

However, Wayne knew very well that if it hadn't been for his accidental time travel, none of the six children in this group would have survived.

It will not be until decades later, when the plot of The Witcher begins, that Kaer Morhen will usher in a new witcher.

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