Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1404 1376. Injection

Ignoring how Lincoln found another swordsmanship coach for the Ember Knights outside the tower, Lan and Geralt had already arrived at the warehouse where the Knights stored medicinal materials.

Due to the storage requirements of medicinal materials, this room does not have good lighting and ventilation, and quicklime is sprinkled on the four corners of the house as a desiccant.

As soon as the two demon hunters opened the door and walked in, they saw a lazy and graceful figure who had already begun sorting medicinal materials.

Triss was sitting on a chair. She was not wearing the skirt from yesterday. In fact, that skirt no longer met the standards for wearability. Lan End had to clarify. Triss had given it to her when she went crazy last night. Tear it to pieces yourself.

The sorceress was now like a plump, burgundy rose bathed in morning dew.

She was wearing one of Lan En's shirts. The shirt was so wide that the hem hung down on the sorceress's plump and slender thighs, as if she was wearing a short skirt.

Lan En didn't know whether it was cold or not cold in this autumn morning.

The school badges on the chests of the two demon hunters were shaking, while various medicinal materials were flying around the room out of thin air and sorted out.

Triss used the floating spell well. At the same time, although she was allergic to magic potions, she was also a well-known magic potion manufacturer.

The job of Temeria royal adviser gives her power, but when it comes to pure funds. If there are no projects that the kingdom needs to allocate, the dead salary may not be as much as what she earns.

"These medicinal materials are of very good quality." Triss said without looking back. "In my opinion, at least a quarter of the Knights' monthly funds are used to save materials, right?"

"Indeed, it seems that you are very clear about the prices of medicinal materials on the market."

Lan En said as he walked behind the chair where Triss was sitting.

He bent down naturally, and Triss raised her hand naturally.

The sorceress hooked her hands around the witcher's neck and pulled him down, while she raised her head, and the two kissed each other stickyly.

"Oh, for the sake of the plague!" An unbearable complaint came from the door.

Before Lan En could say anything, Triss responded unceremoniously.

"What are you 'oh' about there? Geralt?"

The sorceress licked her lips in recollection before turning her head with a sneer.

"What did you and Yennefer do in front of me? I didn't say anything!"

Bai Lang raised his hands in front of his chest, indicating that he couldn't offend him and wouldn't talk back, so he could spare him.

Triss was right when she pushed Lan into the house yesterday.

The Ember Knights have been planning for this day for a long time, and every month they allocate part of the Knights' funds issued by the Temeria Temple Council to purchase many medicinal materials.

The raw materials for the [Green Grass Trial] were mixed in with the many materials and were collected one after another.

Last night, those Ember Knights who were not selected into the ten places spontaneously came over to help process the medicinal materials.

With two demon hunters and a sorceress present, it is very convenient to only make the first [Trial of Grass] potion.

It took half an hour to prepare [Mother's Tears], [Wild Rye Juice], and [Thatch Juice].

But as the process of making the potion was completed step by step, the relaxed expressions of the two demon hunters gradually disappeared.

Finally, when the potion set of [Trial of Green Grass] was completely completed, Lan En and Geralt had only serious expressions on their faces.

No one knows the pain and despair of this sudden change better than the demon hunter who has actually experienced the "Trial of Green Grass".

Although Lan En has already made a matching [Big Eater Vitality] that can save the lives of mutants.

But the pain is in no way diminished.

Halfway through the potion, Triss had already felt something from the change in the atmosphere.

She turned around and went out, and when she reappeared after the potion was ready, she was already dressed in a smart hunting suit that made it easier to move around, and her burgundy hair had been neatly **** into a bun on the back of her head.

The two demon hunters no longer wanted to speak at this time, and Lan En silently walked out of the door holding three round-bottomed flasks containing red, blue, and colorless potions.

The three of them turned a few corners in the tower and entered a large room that could be seen to have just been emptied.

On the floor made of thick bricks, you can still see the blank and abrupt marks left by furniture that has been placed for a long time and then dragged away.

Berengar has already arrived here. The old demon hunter has a serious face and his eyes with dark circles are carefully inspecting the restraint bed he just made.

Solid wood, steel handcuffs, shackles and fixtures.

Stewart stood calmly next to the restraint bed, wearing a surgical gown with only one side of linen covering the front of his body.

Surgery, medical treatment. When it comes to talking about these things, there is no room for the consideration of "dignity or disgrace".

After patting the restraint bed with a complicated expression, Berengar let out a chuckle. The emotions in this laughter were too complicated, and there was a sigh after the laughter. There are pity, fear, sadness, and understanding. It's so hard to tell which emotion is dominant.

But what the old demon hunter said after sighing had nothing to do with that.

He only said: "Ordinary people have requirements for hygiene in order to avoid wound infection. But since you want to become a demon hunter, you should first get used to the taste of bacterial poison in the blood environment."

The witcher's mutation does not matter whether it is infected or not.

Because the first step in their mutation process is to use the virus to penetrate the mutant's immune system, shutting down the native system so that subsequent drugs can drastically mutate and transform the body.

When the transformation is completed, the demon hunter's extraordinary resistance will be re-established under the influence of the potion.

Don’t worry about the bacteria and viruses in the ordinary environment.

Stewart knew very well that he was already familiar with the witcher's mutation process.

He was originally a young leader in the Cintra army, but his disabled body hindered him in the past two years.

In the past two years, he has eagerly absorbed the knowledge of witchers, about alchemy, and about the mutation that can give him a new life!

So at this moment, his hand was touching the restraint bed that Berengar had worked hard to make.

His touch was very gentle, not like he was touching a 'torture instrument' that would restrain him next, but rather like he was touching some kind of hope.

Yes, in the eyes of the demon hunter, there is nothing more suitable to be called ‘punishment’ than [Trial of Green Grass].

But Stuart calmed down completely after seeing Lan come in with three round-bottomed flasks.

Without saying anything else, he just took off his iron chin with trembling fingers.

Suddenly, a face that could be described as 'ugly and disgusting' compared to the previous one was displayed in front of Lan En and others.

Back then, Adal Aip Darcy tortured Stuart and his father in an execution-style manner in front of Lan, just to anger the witcher and make himself comfortable.

Stewart is still alive, but half of his face has been smashed by the steel scepter.

Aretusari, the crystal cultivation project led by Lan En, and the magic of the sorceress saved his life, but he refused to save his face.

He refused to forget this face unless he allowed himself to be completely reborn.

The face of Sintra, which was originally handsome but a little cold, now has a large dent in his mandible.

The proliferated scar tissue was tangled, making the gap even more terrifying.

The removed iron chin was stained with saliva, and because of the depression of the mandible, part of Stewart's tongue was exposed.

The base of the tongue is much thicker than the front end, and the blood vessels are more prominent, turning in the moist and incomplete mouth.

But no one there reacted to Stewart's face.

It's as if this face is still the same as before.

"I am ready."

Because of the removal of the iron jaw, Stewart's speech was difficult and slurred.

His disabled legs and feet struggled to climb onto the restraint bed.

"Damn it." Geralt, who was standing at the end, suddenly cursed in a low voice in silence. He didn't know what he was cursing or who he was cursing.

As if he wanted to escape, he turned and walked out of the room.

Berengar almost showed the same intention, but he stayed after all.

The feeling of [Trial of Green Grass] was so excruciating that the old demon hunter would almost feel phantom pain welling up in his body while observing his apprentice undergoing mutation.

The physical phantom pain is secondary, and more importantly, the self-flagellation from the mind and morality when watching the apprentice undergo painful torture.

If he is a veteran like Vesemir, then he is probably in a good state of mind.

But Berengar doesn't have as much experience as Vesemir.

Triss looked nervous. This was her first time, or the first time in more than a hundred years that a warlock could participate in the process of the witcher's mutation.

After Kaer Morhen was breached, the cooperative relationship between the witchers and the warlocks also collapsed, and the trust between the two collapsed.

Only Lan En's expression remained unchanged.

He kicked the already prepared infusion stand next to the restraint bed. Three round-bottomed flasks were hung upside down on it. The special flask stoppers could be directly connected to the injection tubes.