Chapter 122 Jeron: Bring more bombs when you go out, bring more potions, bring more... Forget it, give it all to you

Jeron looked at Mossak. His apprentice had already explained his demands in the letter. He hoped that he could share the information about the secondary mutation of the witcher to the druid in front of him, helping to develop methods to improve the success rate of the witcher mutation and a formula to make the existing witcher stronger.

There is no problem with these. Improving the success rate of mutations is itself a protracted research topic for various witch hunters schools. They will not let it go as long as they have the opportunity. It is always good to be able to work hard to solve difficult problems together.

The druid in front of him is said to be Lann's teacher and elder. He is barely considered his own person and has a suitable identity. If he can win over, the Griffon School will have a resident wizard again.

However, Jeron always felt a little delicious in his heart.

It was clearly the apprentice he had booked - even if the other party came first - but it was clearly agreed to come to Kyle Siren for training!

Now not only has the itinerary been changed, but also found an old elder to learn the technique of witch hunting. What is this to do?

Kelda has been watching Jeron's mood change for a while. He didn't have to think about it at this moment to know what was in Jeron's mind, and took the initiative to stand up and send Mossack away.

"For the first time I met, I was Kelda. I was the teacher who was responsible for teaching monster knowledge in the past of the Griffon School, and the heir of all the magic knowledge in the current Griffon School. I think we can have a good exchange about magic and mutation experiments."

Mossack looked at Lanen and Geron and nodded slightly. He had never heard Lanen talk about this person, but the rich magic fluctuations emitted by the other party and the aura of scholars could not be faked. At this time, it was more important to do the important things.

Watching Mossack and Kyle reach the side. Although Lann knew that there was a witch hunter like Kelda in his previous life, this old witch hunter basically only lived in the background story, and he had no idea about this person at all.

Maybe it was because of Lann's doubts, or Jeron took the initiative to explain: "Kelda was the only survivor of the great avalanche of the Destruction School. After that, he did not leave and wandered around the towns around the castle. The ruins of Kelsior Siren were no longer violated by adventurers and tomb robbers. He happened to be outside when I came back last time, so I didn't know he was still alive."

Lane was secretly shocked when he heard it.

Guess, he is another master-level witch hunter who is similar to Visemir? And according to the characteristics of the Griffon School's heavy seal, Kelda is one of the few magic scholars among the witch hunters. This is probably not a centenarian warlock.

A secondary mutational demon hunter who awakened his magical body; a master demon hunter who has been through hundreds of years of magical knowledge; and a lord with ancient blood.

What's going on with this sudden swelling?

Looking at the unexpected son who was not sure what he was thinking, Jeron took the lead in his eyes with complicated eyes and said, "Lann, I heard about your country. I'm very sorry, are you okay?"

Lanen pulled out of his thoughts and shook his head: "This is a matter of no way. The war between countries cannot be affected by any of us. All I can do now is to protect my only family and not let the sacrificed people's efforts be wasted, so I have the letter I wrote to you.

I want to know what you think about my proposal in the letter.”

In the letter, Lane not only proposed sharing and improving the witch hunter recipe with Mossack, but also explained the idea of ​​rebuilding the witch hunter corps with Geralt.

The only difference is that he told Geralt that Sintra had obtained the griffin, and Geron said that Sintra had obtained the wolf.

But even so, Jeron refused: "I didn't expect that the only two heirs of a country would become unexpected sons of the two schools... The fate is really wonderful. But the Griffon School will not interfere in politics, and Kyle Siren still needs me to rebuild it, and your country can only depend on yourself."

There is a country's support that may be precious for schools such as wolf, cat and snake, but during the heyday of the Griffon School, there were endless streams of kings and politicians who had invited them. Jeron of the Golden Age truly witnessed the market.

Moreover, his understanding is still at the witch hunter who has not been completely reversed a hundred years ago, and has not yet been subjected to enough social beatings. If it were Kelda, he might have agreed.

Although Jeron values ​​Lanen, his only disciple, he will not spoil him too much. Traveling around the continent is a compulsory course for every demon hunter. Lanen is just a billion points different from others' contents.

Unless Lann encounters a real life danger and needs emergency treatment, Jeron no longer intends to come out.

Cleaning up and rebuilding Kyle Siren is his first priority. Jeron, who missed the battle to defend Kyle Siren and lost all his comrades, had long been determined to devote all his life to Kyle Siren.

"But your course is indeed a problem, and I can't let a witch hunter who has not been trained to wander down the mountain."

Jeron looked at Lann and said, "The magic note used for contact is also placed there. If you encounter any questions outside, you can write them down and ask me for answers, and..."

Jeron turned sideways slightly, revealing the table behind him, which is filled with various bombs and potions.

"That big avalanche destroyed the school's library and made the sorcerers come back in disgrace. They seemed to pay too much attention to their decency and did not dig under the snow. Although most of the finished products of magic props and equipment have been destroyed, there are still many materials..."

Lane stepped forward, and even he was stunned by the dense things on the table for a moment—

In addition to the familiar honeycomb, dancing stars, dragon dreams, moon dust, and demon-blocking bombs, there are also [North Wind] that can freeze the enemy and [Demon Dust] that can release toxic gases. These bombs are not only numerous, but also have high-quality products that have been transformed and upgraded according to their shapes, which are incomparable to those that Geralt will do.

In addition, there are various potions of various types, which Jeron is introducing:

"There are also these [Tall Owls] that can quickly replenish magic and physical strength, [Thunder] that enhances muscle strength, [Mapoly Forest] that accelerates adrenaline production, and [Paicui Elixir] that enhances the strength of the magic seal..."

Speaking of this, Jeron was a little annoyed: "Even if the biological related materials are buried in the snow, they are deteriorating very badly, so I have no mutants to make decoction. After receiving your letter, I have been refining these things with Kelda, and there is not enough time to hunt monsters and obtain mutants. I will write to you about the specific decoction process. After you get the materials, you can tell me that I will open the portal to pick you up and ask you to make it..."

"By the way, there is also sword oil. But the materials for sword oil have also deteriorated, so I have written all the recipes for you. I have heard you say that you are very close to the Wolf Pie. They are better at this. You can communicate with them about the production methods..."

Jeron said in a nagging manner, and told Lan how toxic the drugs were and how to drink them at one time.

"My second mutation awakens my magical talent, which seems to be reflected in you. I am learning magic knowledge with Kedal recently. He has a rich knowledge reserve. After we finish sorting it out together, we will compile it into a book for you, and you must remember to learn..."

Lann looked at all this silently and suddenly said, "Jeron, teacher... When I finish the work of Sintra, I will organize people to help you rebuild Kelsenren. You and Kelda are too busy. I am also from the Griffon School. Don't worry, I won't stand by."

Jeron smiled indifferently: "You should deal with your own affairs first. There are no trivial matters between countries. Don't worry about Kelda and me. After all, neither of us has done anything else. It doesn't matter if we use it for a few years, more than ten years, decades, or even hundreds of years. The lifespan of the witch hunter is long, you will know in the future."

"As for your witch hunter sect..." Jeron sighed after pondering for a while, "The Griffon School does not participate in politics, but can help its comrades. I just learned that Kelda also has a disciple traveling outside. If you encounter it, you can go and rescue him, his name is..."

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The edge of Codwin, in the Blue Mountains, above the Gwynlique River, is the corner of the civilized world. Like Kyle Siren, it is a "forgotten land" in maps and books.

Kelmohan, the base camp of the Wolf Sect Demon Hunter, is located here.

Since Yennefa had never been here, he could not accurately locate the Witch Hunter Castle. They only teleported to the easternmost part of Kodwin in Yennefa's cognition. The rest of the journey was to cross mountains and ridges through horses.

Until now, they actually reached their destination.

The horseshoe stepped on the stone road in the courtyard and made a crisp sound. The castle gate was pushed open, attracting the eyes of the witch hunter who was drinking and chatting inside.

Looking at Geralt and his group, everyone showed smiles of different degrees and meanings on their faces.

Xili silently thought in his heart: one, two, three, and four, all have amber cat eyes, and they are all demon hunters. This is the first time he has seen so many demon hunters.

If they all have the level of Geralt, they may not be able to massacre a small town or even a small city in one day when they gather together.

They sat in disarray, but they were all vaguely centered on an old witch hunter with white hair. It is difficult for Ciri to evaluate the old witch hunter. This strong contrast of a dull appearance but high temperament and spirit have only been seen in Mossak.

At this moment, the old witch hunter stood up and walked towards everyone who had just arrived in Kelmohan, opened his arms and hugged Geralt with great force, and then smiled at Cialis.

There was a scar on his face that was exactly the same as Geralt's position, which penetrated his left eye, but when he smiled at this moment, Cili felt intimate.

"Hello, my name is Visemir. You are Cialis, Geralt's unexpected son?

I didn't expect him to really bring you back. There must be many stories in it - Geralt, why are you still standing stupidly? Didn't you see that the children and the ladies are exhausted? Do you still want me to serve you soup like a father taking care of the children!"

Geralt, who had always been expressionless outside, curled his lips very exaggeratedly.

Before leaving to prepare the tableware, he pointed to two of the demon hunters present and briefly introduced to Xili:

A man with short hair with a buzz cut, a scar was spread across the corner of his right face and his cheek. At this moment, there was a smile that was not likeable on the scar. Geralt said: "He is Lambert, a bastard."

Lambert fired back without hesitation: "I'm also very happy to see you come back alive, White Wolf. I'm even happier to see you finally decided to be a father and have two daughters in one go."

Geraltre ignored him and introduced another witch hunter wearing a red-bottomed gray pattern. The scars on his face were the most exaggerated, and the three or four scars on the left half of his face almost completely tear the corners of his mouth and eyes:

"This is Eskal, you may like him in the future."

Eskal didn't say anything, just nodded to this side.

There is another person? Xili looked at the fourth witch hunter by the dining table, and was also the only witch hunter present with no scars on his face.

Geralt seemed not to know him, and the temperament of this witch hunter was incompatible with other witch hunters present.

His half-length hair was tied neatly into a meatball-shaped bun, his head and face were clean and his clothes were very neat. Although he was not as particular as the people in the city, he was far more than the other mercenaries in the hall, and reminded Xili of his palace guards.

Xili also noticed that he was also the only person present who really "sitted" on a chair and used the dining table to eat.

Noting Xiri's gaze, the witch hunter stood up and saluted slightly.

"I didn't expect to witness this kind of thing by visiting Kelmohan for the first time." He smiled and said, "Hello, ladies, I am Cohen of Povis."

The witcher badge hanging around his neck was different from others, but Ciri recognized that it was a griffin.
Chapter completed!