My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

Crown home, backyard.

It's not big inside, only about ten square meters.

He had packed it up and piled the groceries together.

Brother, you have to be careful, I won't be merciful. To make money, you have to show my dedicated attitude.

Eren said with a smile, brandishing a training sword in his hand.

Then you have to work harder!

After Kroun finished speaking, he stabbed the boy with an arrow.

Allen took half a step back and blocked with his sword.

As soon as the two of them fought, they were both secretly surprised.

Crown was surprised that he had exerted 80% of his strength, but was easily blocked by the boy.

Allen was surprised that the opponent's sword shocked his own jaw.

Although he is only 13 years old, his physical fitness is close to the limit of ordinary people. He only needs to get the necessary medicine to conduct the grass trial.

My eldest brother is definitely not worse than me in terms of physical fitness.

The boy's expression became serious, and he became as focused as when he was training with his teacher.

Crown let go of his arms and legs to attack as much as he could, his swordsmanship was sharp and agile.

Allen's defense was tight, and he would counterattack from time to time, but it would force him to panic for a while.

An hour passed and the two stopped to rest.

Crown called out the golden wall to check the training results.

[Basic Sword Skill: 724/5000; Level 3]

[Cross Sword: 816/2000; Level 2]

Seeing that both skills have improved a lot, he felt happy: This is money well spent!

The proficiency of basic swordsmanship has increased by more than 100 points, and the cross sword has also increased by 60 points.

Ellen, why are you so strong? Crown took out two bowls of herbal juice from the pot and handed one to the boy.

This is the herbal herbal tea he prepared, which clears away heat, detoxifies, promotes body fluids and quenches thirst.

The boy took the big bowl, smelled it with his nose, took a sip, and then drank it.

Seeing his reaction, Kroun burst into laughter.

You're so cautious, you're worried that I might poison you!

It's just a habit. Demon hunters are not afraid of most poisons, the boy said righteously.

His expression quickly fell again: I haven't had my first trial of grass yet, so I'm not a real demon hunter yet.

What exactly is the Trial of Grass? Is it a mysterious ritual?

Crown guessed that this trial was like a ritual for knights to sublimate their own vitality.

It tastes good, a little bitter in the mouth, but there is a hint of sweetness in the back. Allen put down the bowl in his hand and explained: The trial of green grass is to drink a magic potion called 'green grass'. This magic potion will change The physical structure of the apprentices gives us greater strength and speed, as well as the ability to cast simple spells.

The apprentice must undergo this trial to become a true witcher.

It sounds similar to other professional advanced transcendences.

There are some differences. Allen's eyes were a little dim. Of all the professional advancements, the most dangerous ones are the demon hunter and the spirit master. Big brother, you should know it. The success rate of the advancement of the demon hunter apprentice is 10%. Of the three or four, those of the Spirit Controllers are even lower.

Crown nodded slightly. He didn't know how to become an orthodox spirit master. He only knew that he had a narrow escape even if he had targeted skills.

If that night of fighting against evil spirits for the right to live happened again, he didn't know if he would have the last laugh.

You didn't choose to go through the trial. Are you not prepared enough?

He was becoming more and more curious about Geralt's true strength. Allen had such strength even before the trial, and was able to steadily suppress this idiot like him. He really didn't know what it would be like to be tortured against a demon hunter.

Sometimes, a small increase in strength and speed can have completely different effects.

For example, a wooden board can withstand enough impact force to be broken. If it lacks a little strength, it cannot be broken.

I have reached the standard for the trial a year ago. Now, I have made further progress than then. I have almost explored the limits of my body. There is no trial because there is no suitable alchemist to make it for us. Make herbal medicine.

For some reasons, the teacher and I left Kaer Morhen, the holy land of demon hunters. This kind of potion needs to be refined by a suitable alchemist. The alchemist the teacher knows is very interested in this niche, demon hunter. There is not much certainty in the production of special potions. We only have two materials, so she does not dare to take risks.

Perhaps I can help in the future. Now I am able to skillfully refine blood-boiling potions, which are medicines in the extraordinary realm.

Allen smiled politely and said nothing.

He was looked down upon. Crown didn't explain anything. The joy of being cheated on was unimaginable to others.

He drank the herbal tea in his bowl and stood up: There is still one hour of training left, I have to hurry up.

If you spend money, you should make full use of it!

The two continued to practice.

When they fought again, Allen immediately felt the difference. The opponent's swordsmanship was more rounded and agile.

He also felt this way late in the first sparring session, but at the time he thought it was an illusion.

The boy became more focused and used 80% to 90% of his strength.

. . . .

Creak, the door of the room was pushed open.

Geralt glanced at it and continued what he was doing.

The witcher only wore a pair of shorts, revealing his perfect and explosive muscles.

He was applying a red ointment to himself.

How about it? It's easy to make money this time, right? Help me apply it on my back. He handed the medicine jar to his student.

It's not easy. Allen took the medicine jar and applied it to the teacher skillfully.

At the beginning of the sparring, I used 70% of my strength, and I felt that I was able to do it with ease. In the end, I had used 80% to 90% of my strength, but I couldn't completely suppress him. My feeling is that he can do it all the time. Making progress. Teacher, is there really such a person?

Geralt straightened his back, thought for a moment and said: Perhaps it is the extra ability brought by his spirit control. If Crown had such a talent, he would have been discovered by the church's priest long ago.

His story is not secretive. I learned from the hotel owner that his ability as a herbalist was originally ordinary, but now he has actually done business with Gysai traders. Although the Gysai people are stingy and mean, it seems that People’s vision is still very accurate.”

Allen recalled it for a while and smiled: If you put it like that, I think what he said to comfort me might not be a joke.

What words?

He said he could help refine the herbal medicine. The boy sealed the medicine jar in his hand and patted his teacher's shoulder. It's ready. If his herbal medicine can improve as fast as his swordsmanship, maybe he can really say indefinite.

The witcher looked far out the window and said softly: It's going to be winter soon. We will stay in the town until the ice and snow melt. We can wait and see if we have time.