Chapter 12 Collecting the Corpse
One good news, one bad news.

Good news: skills can be unlocked.

Bad news: no money!!!

Ailin almost couldn't hold back his expression.

I counted several times before I was sure there were really four zeros.

10000 small experience beads!
According to the rewards of the main mission, at least 1000 water ghosts must be killed.

"System, you might as well just tell me that I can't learn it, so I can give up!" Ailin cursed in his heart.

"What's wrong? Don't you understand?"

A soft voice came from beside me.

Vera seemed to notice something was wrong with Aelin.

"fine."

Ailin quickly cleared his mind and refocused his attention on the text.

"Then let's continue. Rare magical materials, complex alchemy rituals, superb magic control skills..."

"...Chaos magic runs through the entire process of refining the medicine..."

Due to the limitations of papermaking technology and the monopoly of knowledge by various classes.

The information that the books in this world can carry is very limited.

Although the textbook that Vesemir used for his morning lecture, "The Water Ghost and the Swamp Witch," looked very thick, it actually only talked about two monsters in the book.

The same is true for the book "Alchemy and Potions" that Vera is currently teaching.

The black leather cover and back cover take up half of the thickness of the book, while the pages containing precious knowledge only take up the other half.

Among the limited pages in the book, each page has a lot of gold-painted lace that takes up a lot of space.

It's one of those books that doesn't have much content, but you can tell at a glance that it must be very expensive.

This made Ailin afraid to touch it.

The content of the book is very small.

Vera finished the entire book in less than two hours, even though she had already gained a lot of additional knowledge and experience.

"Snapped"

A snap of the fingers.

After the black book was closed, it slowly floated back to its original bookshelf.

Vera looked into Ailin's eyes and said:
"Alchemy is a subject that requires a lifetime of study. Even the potion-making part of it requires at least half a year to get started."

Aylin was stunned for a moment.

He certainly knew the value of alchemy.

Just acquiring the skill is worth 1000 water ghosts. This understanding is so profound.

Not knowing what the sorceress was trying to say, Aelin could only nod.

Vera paused for a few seconds, as if organizing her words.

"What I mean is...if you want to make potions for the Mountain Trial, it's too late to start learning now."

"If you don't mind, you can give me the formula and I'll make a few bottles for you."

"If it's a recipe I haven't seen before, not only can I waive your refining fee, I can even compensate you with Oren or magic items based on their value."

Aelin was silent.

The cost of unlocking skills is decreasing as Vera teaches.

This reduction did not stop until the end of the course.

Ailin glanced out of the corner of his vision.

[Do you want to spend 9950 small experience beads to unlock the skill? ]

But the sorceress was right. Even if he could unlock it with small experience beads, he would not have enough time.

A two-hour class reduces 50 small experience beads, so Ailin needs to listen to nearly 400 hours.

If every subsequent lesson was like this, it would be almost impossible for him to learn it before the mountain trial.

But Vera's plan is not feasible either.

It’s not that Ailin is unwilling to give the recipe, but that he can’t.

Although the killer whale recipe blueprint was lying quietly in the inventory, without the Alchemy LV2 skill, Ailin was unable to view the detailed refining process.

The sorceress is still waiting for a response.

After considering the words, Ailin found that he couldn't think of any euphemism in a short time.

So he could only apologize: "Sorry, I want to make it myself."

"Okay, you can go then."

Ailin stood up silently, paused for a moment, said "thank you" sincerely to the sorceress, and walked out the door.

The exchange terms Vera proposed were very fair.

So it is only natural not to teach him because he was rejected.

Aelin himself felt a little offended.

"It seems that we need to find other ways to unlock skills."

At this moment, a woman's clear and sweet voice suddenly came from behind. "Tomorrow afternoon, still at this time."

Aelin turned his head sharply.

He saw Mary glaring at him angrily.

The sorceress sat upright in her seat, looking at him, as if waiting for his reply.

Ailin was silent for a moment, then said seriously:
"Thank you, I will be there on time tomorrow."

Seeing the sorceress nod, Ailin opened the door and left the alchemy room, then walked towards the apprentice dormitory.

"chief."

At the corner of the floor where the alchemy room was located, Ailin met the head of the Wolf School.

The chief seemed surprised to see him, but he didn't say anything. He just nodded and left.

The direction was exactly the alchemy room that Ailin had just left.

……

Alchemy room.

"Teacher, that apprentice is so ungrateful, why are you still helping him?"

As soon as Arryn left, Mary began to speak up for the sorceress.

"It's none of your business. Just grind hard and don't get distracted."

The sorceress didn't look at Mary, her eyes were still on the wooden door of the alchemy room.

Mary felt a little aggrieved and opened her mouth to say something, but due to the authority of her mentor, she dared not even complain in her mind. She lowered her head to grind the medicinal charcoal in the mortar.

In front of the witcher apprentice, the mentor behaved very kindly for some reason, but Mary didn't dare to act rashly.

Vera of Toussaint's fame spread across the continent, and it was not just her profound knowledge of alchemy that made her famous.

"dong dong dong"

There was a knock on the door of the alchemy room.

Just as Mary was about to open the door, she heard a snap of fingers and the door opened.

Outside the door is the chief of the Wolf School.

The chief walked in and was about to speak.

"Snapped"

Another snap of fingers.

Then there was the "bang bang" sound of the forehead hitting the table.

The reason why there are two "dongs" is because the head is very elastic.

After the first impact, it bounced back a bit.

"What's wrong, Wei?"

The chief was surprised to see Mary knocked down by the sorceress's snap of fingers, and then Vera walked over with her head lowered.

Slender, smooth arms wrapped around the waist covered in cotton armor.

The sorceress buried her face deep in the Chief's broad chest.

The witcher was stunned for a moment, then awkwardly hugged the sorceress without saying a word.

The demon hunter's keen senses smelled the scent of tears.

The two of them hugged each other like this, and they didn't know how long it took.

"You met him."

This is a certainty rather than a question.

The man was silent for a moment and then said:
"Yes, I did."

"It's just around the corner from the door."

"He...he has grown up. I almost didn't recognize him when I first saw him." The woman's voice trembled a little, and it penetrated the man's heart through his cotton armor and shirt.

Even the hardened heart of a demon hunter seemed to produce some inexplicable noises.

After a moment of silence, the man comforted:

"After all, we haven't seen each other for almost ten years. It's normal."

"I'm also surprised that you would come here at this time."

Hearing the word "ten years", the witcher felt the soft body in his arms tremble.

There was another long silence.

It lasted until the sunlight coming through the window turned red and dim, before being replaced by a long sigh.

"Of course I'm coming..."

"after all."

“I want to see him free.”

"or……"

"Collect his body personally."

　New author, new book, please read, comment and collect!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)