Chapter 1404 1376 Injection

Chapter 1404 1376. Injection

Ignoring how Lincoln outside the tower was looking for another swordsmanship coach for the Embers Knights, Lan and Geralt had already come to the warehouse where the Knights stored medicinal herbs.

Because of the storage requirements of medicinal herbs, this room is not well lit, and it is ventilated 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 back, and they had already started sorting medicinal herbs.

Triss sat on a chair. She was not wearing the skirt she wore yesterday. In fact, the skirt no longer met the standard for wearing. Lan had to clarify that it was torn to pieces by Triss herself when she went crazy last night.

The sorceress now looked like a plump, wine-red rose bathed in morning dew.

She was wearing a shirt of Lan. The shirt was so wide that the hem of the shirt hung down on the sorceress's plump and slender thighs, like a short skirt.

Lan En didn't know whether it was cold to dress like this in the early autumn morning.

The school badges on the chests of the two demon hunters were shaking, and various medicinal herbs were flying around in the room, sorted out.

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

The job of advisor to the royal family of Temeria gave her power, but in terms of pure funds. If there were no projects that needed funding from the kingdom, the salary might not be as much as she earned.

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

"Indeed, it seems that you are very clear about the price of medicinal herbs 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 hand around the witcher's neck and pulled him down, while she tilted her head back, and the two kissed each other stickily.

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

Before Lan said anything, Triss rudely confronted him.

"What are you saying 'oh' for, Geralt?"

The sorceress licked her lips aftertaste, then turned her head with a sneer.

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

The White Wolf put his hands on his chest and stood upright, indicating that he couldn't afford to offend him, and he didn't talk back, so he let him go.

Triss's words when she pushed Lan into the house yesterday were correct.

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

And the raw materials for the [Trial of Grass] were mixed in with many materials and collected one by one.

Last night, those ember knights who were not selected into the ten places came to help process the herbs.

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

It took half an hour to make one potion of [Mother's Tears], [Wild Rye Juice], and [Thatch Juice].

But as the steps of making the potion were completed one by one, the relaxed expressions of the two demon hunters gradually disappeared.

Finally, when the potion set of [Trial of Grass] was completely completed, Lan and Geralt's faces were only serious.

No one knows the pain and despair of this mutation better than the demon hunters who have actually experienced [Trial of Grass].

Although Lan has made a matching [Big Eater Vitality] that can save the mutant's life.

But those pains will never be weakened.

When the potion was halfway done, Triss had already sensed something from the change in the atmosphere.

She turned and went out. When she reappeared after the potion was ready, she was already wearing a neat hunting outfit that was convenient for movement. Her burgundy hair had been neatly tied up and formed a bun at the back of her head.

The two demon hunters didn't want to talk at this time. Lan En silently took three round-bottomed flasks containing red, blue and colorless potions and walked out of the door.

The three of them turned a few corners in the tower and entered a large room that had been emptied.

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

Berengar had already arrived here a long time ago. The old demon hunter had a serious face and his eyes with dark circles under his eyes were carefully examining the restraint bed he had just made.

Solid wood, steel handcuffs, shackles and fixing devices.

Stuart stood calmly beside the restraint bed, wearing a surgical gown with only a linen cloth covering the front of his body.

Surgery, medical treatment. Whenever we talk about these things, there is no room for considerations such as "honorable or not".

After patting the restraint bed with a complicated expression, Berengar chuckled.

The emotions in this laugh were too complicated, and there was a sigh after the laugh. There was pity, fear, sadness, and understanding. It was so that people could not tell which emotion dominated.

But the words the old demon hunter said after sighing had nothing to do with those.

He only said: "Ordinary people have requirements for hygiene to avoid wound infection. But since you want to be a demon hunter, you should first adapt to the taste of blood being more poisonous than bacteria in the environment."

The mutation of demon hunters doesn't matter whether they are infected or not.

Because the first step of their mutation process is to use viruses to penetrate the immune system of the mutant's whole body, so that this native system will stop working, which will facilitate the subsequent drugs to drastically mutate the body.

When the transformation is completed, the extraordinary resistance of demon hunters will be rebuilt under the action of drugs.

Not to mention the bacteria and viruses in the ordinary environment.

Stuart knew very well that he had already mastered the mutation process of demon hunters.

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

In the past two years, he has been eagerly absorbing the knowledge of demon hunters, about alchemy, about... the mutation that can give him a new life!

So at this moment, his hand is also stroking the restraint bed that Berengar has hurriedly made.

His touch is very gentle, not like stroking a "torture device" that will restrain him next, but like stroking some hope.

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

But Stuart, he calmed down completely after seeing Lan En coming in with three round-bottomed flasks.

He said nothing more, but took off his iron chin with trembling fingers.

Suddenly, a face that was more ugly and disgusting than before appeared in front of Lan En and others.

At that time, Adal Epp Darcy tortured Stuart and his father in an execution-style manner in front of Lan En, just to anger the demon hunter and make himself feel comfortable.

Stuart is still alive, but half of his face has been smashed by the iron scepter at that time.

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

Unless he gets a complete rebirth, he refuses to forget this face.

The face of the Cintra man, who was originally handsome and a little cold, now has a large dent in the jawbone.

The hyperplastic scar tissue is tangled, making the gap even more terrifying.

The iron chin that was removed was stained with saliva, and because of the dent in the jawbone, Stuart's tongue was exposed.

The root 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 present reacted to Stuart's face.

It was as if this face was still the same as before.

"I'm ready."

Because the iron jaw was removed, Stuart spoke very hard and vaguely.

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, not knowing what he was cursing or who he was cursing.

He turned and walked out of the room as if he wanted to escape.

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

The feeling of [Trial of Grass] was so torturous that the old witcher almost felt phantom pain in his body when he watched the apprentice mutate.

The phantom pain in the body was secondary. The more important thing was the self-flagellation from the mind and morality when watching the apprentice suffer.

If it was a veteran like Vesemir, his mentality would probably be okay.

But Berengar didn'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 witcher mutation.

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

Only Lann, his face did not change.

He kicked the infusion stand that had been prepared long ago to the side of the restraint bed. Three round-bottomed flasks were hung upside down on it, and the special flask stoppers could be directly connected to the injection tube.