He needs a complete detoxification method.

Lann scanned the documents flying in the sky and the bottles and jars on the floor in the laboratory. Using such a dangerous creature for experiments, how could the laboratory not be equipped with the corresponding antidote?

Even if there is no antidote, there must be other detoxification methods.

But the stack of lab notes that was enough to reach the roof and the bottles and cans that were enough to fill several walls was not a problem that could be solved in a few hours. Lan needed more time.

The last skill point, add some points - general skill, [Gourmet]!

[Gourmet]: The health recovered by eating food increases.

In this way, as long as you have enough food, you should be able to get enough time.

Lann glanced at everything in the laboratory, and then he saw Black Wind.

The poor horse fell to the ground, its bones were broken, it was bleeding all over, and it could no longer stand up.

This kind of injury is already fatal to the horse, and it's hard to say whether it can even survive.

Seeing his master staggering over, Heifeng rolled his eyes happily and wanted to neigh but had no strength and could only snort a few times.

It saved Lan more than once today.

"Come on - Thomas Moreu. I have forgotten which round this is our fight, and I will defeat you this time, for sure."

The hermit pointed in a direction: "Even if you walk here, it's still far away from Beauclair, not to mention you are carrying someone on your back.

"My Lord Count!"

this……

Swade's eyes slowly opened, and he felt as if his body was almost falling apart as if he had been hit by a horse.

Sward knelt on the ground for a while before calming down slightly. At this moment, he just wanted to take Geralt back to Beauclair to find his teammates and find Lann together. But when faced with the problem of his savior, he had always been by Lann's side.

Having been taught by words and deeds, Swade reluctantly replied politely:

"I am not a knight, I am just a squire. This is not my sword, this is the sword of my Earl."

He couldn't go out and eat humanoid monsters such as ghouls and water ghosts. Fortunately, the centipede cut by the portal was one meter long and thicker than a human. It could be eaten for a long time after being broken into ice cubes.

The hermit nodded clearly and added: "A squire can also be a 'knight'. A knight is not just a status, but a symbol of virtue. I know a better sword, hidden at the bottom of this lake, but

Only those who possess the five virtues of knighthood can seize it.

After saying that, he looked up at Geron Moru's culture cabin. The metal cabin had been completely destroyed, but the infusion pipes connected behind it were still usable.

…………

The blood loss made Lan feel dizzy again. He bandaged the wound, chewed the frozen centipede meat vigorously, and began to look through Thomas Moreu's notes viciously, mumbling indistinctly:

There is a quiet and beautiful lake in front of you. The surface of the lake is like emerald. There is a small island in the center of the lake. The lake is surrounded by dense forests. Mountains can be seen in the distance.

Swader carried Geralt behind his back and asked the hermit: "I'm sorry, Mr. Hermit, I need to take my companion back to Beauclair for treatment as soon as possible. Do you know how to get to Beauclair?"

Lann chewed the chunks of meat that tasted like ice cream, and his palate was numbed by the poison and could not taste anything.

The hermit looked at Sward's emotional changes and suddenly said: "This is a good sword, and its owner is also a brave warrior. Looking at your clothes, you seem to be a knight?"

The speed of health loss was quickly offset by the recovery speed increased by [Gourmet]. Lann picked up the short knife and slashed at his black and swollen leg, bleeding and releasing a large amount of venom at the same time.

Swade was stunned and felt as if he had lost the ability to speak. At this moment, the poems and legends he had heard collided in his mind, and only four words appeared in his mind -

On the small island in the center of the lake, the hermit slowly floated up.

And the next second the fairy in the lake revealed her true form, she jumped into the water like a fish encountering its natural enemy.

He looked around, but didn't find what he was looking for, and was a little disappointed. But when faced with the hermit's question, he still said sadly: "My lord's name is Lann Lannister Leanne, but he is now alive and dead.

I don’t know, but when I returned to Beauclair and found my companions, I just wanted to save him together.”

Sward had already finished checking Geralt's situation at this time, and felt that the hermit's words were ridiculous.

He was about to say something about the miraculous scene in front of him, but suddenly he heard the hermit in the center of the lake begin to scream.

Only there was no swearer called by Swade.

The hermit screamed in mid-air in fear. The scream seemed to be distorted and changed from an old male voice to a shrill female voice. The old body also turned into a naked green man in Swade's stunned eyes.

Hair woman.

"Mr. Geralt!" Swader was surprised and stepped forward with concern.

The Lady of the Lake.

Lann looked at the horse galloping on the battlefield with sad eyes, and while stroking its mane, he whispered:

He was very grateful to the hermit for saving him, but the words about gifting him the sword made him feel that the old man was too old to have a brain problem.

The attendant shouted loudly.

The hermit nodded with satisfaction: "Lann Lannister Leanne? There are some familiar names. Since his life and death are unknown, I just want to do you a favor and let me take a look..."

The old man took two steps back and said to the alert Sward: "It seems that he is not your earl anymore... is he your comrade? The injuries are much heavier than yours, but they are not fatal. Don't worry."

I have been living near here, hoping that someone will appear who can take away the sword, a knight who is brave, honorable, compassionate, generous, and wise. Do you want to give it a try?"

Looking back, I saw that the water surface at the edge of the lake was slowly rising in a flow that was contrary to common sense, as if a big hand made of lake water was wrapping the entire lake.

Swader turned around suddenly and saw an old man wearing a rough tawny robe crouching behind him, and a strong man with white hair and black armor lying unconscious on the ground.

After saying that, Lann stood up, picked up the ax, walked to the body of the albino giant centipede, and gave it a chop. The centipede's huge body was frozen into an ice sculpture by Jeron's [Alder Seal: Bone Thorn] and then shattered into pieces the size of a human head.

, the thick carapace is extremely fragile.

But please hold on a little longer, there must be something in Thomas Moreu's notes that can save us. I'll come up with a solution for you after I've detoxified the poison, and those deadly mutation potions will definitely solve it.

These are the nutrient solutions and mutation potions that allowed Geron Moru to sustain life for more than a hundred years without eating or drinking.

I have a suggestion, you tell me the name of the earl who you mentioned has the five virtues of chivalry, and I can help you reach Beauclair quickly."

Swade hesitated for a moment, lifted his guard and thanked the old man, saying: "I'm sorry to disturb the old man. I think you saved us. Thank you very much. Where is this place? What should I call you?"

"I am not a knight, and I cannot shamelessly admit that I have the five virtues of knighthood you mentioned. I am just an oathbreaker who failed to protect my sworn lord. The five virtues of knighthood you mentioned are only for me.

I have seen it in my lord count, he is a true knight."

Even though he knew it would be of little help, Lan still reluctantly inserted these tubes into Hei Feng's body. These medicines were much gentler than those used in animal experiments, and Lan could feel Hei Feng's body immediately relax.

"I'm sorry, Black Wind.

Swade hurried forward and took a look. The lake surface was crystal clear, with rocks and sand visible. Where was the lake fairy?

Everything that happened seemed like a dream. Only the soil moistened by the splashing water of the lake just now could tell a little bit about what happened here just now.

If I can't find a way, I'll go find Mossak, he will definitely be able to keep you alive. Even if you can't run again in the future, I will always keep you. The life of a stallion is pretty good, right?

Hold on for a little longer, Black Wind, hold on for a little longer."

Swader stumbled into the lake, roaring and shouting: "The Fairy of the Lake! You just saw the Earl, right?"

Swade was shocked: "Do you have a bullock cart?"

He tried his best to recall the memories before he fell into coma, and suddenly his whole body jumped up.

Swader opened his mouth and was stunned by the scene in front of him. He didn't even notice that Geralt on his back slowly slid to the ground.

"This is Lake Seravi, and I am just a hermit without a name." The hermit seemed to be very impressed by Swade's thanks, and he took out something from his back with a smile.

An old voice sounded behind Swade:

"There is no such thing as your Earl here... look at this, right?"

He no longer relied on the hermit's help, and was about to carry Geralt on his back when he suddenly heard a loud crash from the lake behind him.

Toussaint, by an unknown lake.

See? Swade stared at the hermit who seemed to be in a daze in confusion, secretly thinking that the old man who saved his life might have been a man who was obsessed with chivalry stories when he was young, so that he got dementia in old age.

"I guess this is yours too, right?"

This time, the health value jumped sharply down like a bungee jump, but finally the health recovery speed and the toxic damage reached a weak balance, keeping the health value at a heartbreakingly low value.

"Hold on a little longer, Black Wind. It may take me a few days or even ten days to hold on a little longer."

Swader looked closely and saw that it was the lion-headed sword that Lan En had given him. He couldn't help but feel sad and fell to his knees holding the sword.

"Is he still alive?"

"tell me!"

"tell me!"

The Sword Attendant's call echoed around the lake, and only the trees could hear it. At the end of the call, his voice began to choke, and he finally couldn't help but slowly fell to his knees.
Chapter completed!