Chapter 161 Freshmen
"Alin, Hughes, Bonte, Fred..."

A worried call rang out.

The next moment, a figure holding a steel sword jumped in from the darkness outside the window.

It's Vesemir.

When Vesemir jumped into the room, the first thing he saw was Arryn standing there in a daze, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, Ailin is okay."

Then he lowered his eyes and glanced at the head and half of the body on the ground.

Then Vesemir was stunned for a moment and his expression suddenly changed.

The trail of blood, the pale and bloodstained face, the helpless posture lying on his back...

"Bunter is badly injured!"

With a flash of his figure, the witcher master, filled with anxiety and worry, instantly appeared beside the three people.

He carefully lifted Bunt's forearm, and his sackcloth-wrapped hand fell limply.

The demon hunter master's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Gently untying the sackcloth, the hideously exposed flesh and blood suddenly appeared before his eyes, and blood began to flow slowly out of the wound.

The murderer who inflicted the wound was a highly skilled swordsman. He cleverly avoided the artery and cut off all the fascia and nerves in Bont's hand.

This... this kind of injury...

"Master Vesemir, I can't seem to feel my hands and feet. Will I...will I never be able to hold a sword again?"

Bonte had a sad face, and the caution, fear and hope in his tone made the people around him lower their heads reluctantly.

They are all swordsmen.

Even though they do not need to accept commissions to kill people like the Cat School, human body structure is still a compulsory course for them.

Only by understanding your own physical weaknesses can you better protect yourself in battle.

So, including Bont himself, they all knew what such an injury meant?
Not only could Bont not hold the sword, he even had trouble walking normally.

Hughes and Fred had been avoiding Bonte's gaze intentionally or unintentionally since the beginning. When they heard this, tears welled up in their eyes.

Seven years of horrifying "choices", a week of extreme agony between life and death, struggling grass and dream trials...

They finally became qualified and free witchers by stepping on the piles of corpses of their companions.

It turned out that his career as a demon hunter ended early not because of the demons, but because of a cruel and shameless "fellow demon".

"Damn you cat school bastard!"

Vesemir cursed with gnashing teeth, then stared at Bonte with some sadness and shame, and said:
"I'm sorry I didn't get here in time."

"Aelin has avenged me." Bont interrupted Vesemir's self-blame, then looked at Aelin with gratitude, who looked reluctant.

From Vesemir's expression after the inspection, Bonte had already seen...

His identity as a demon hunter has completely ended today.

After giving up, Bonte comforted his companions and said:

"If you hadn't arrived in time, I might have died. Now at least I'm still alive, I'm lucky."

"As for Master Vesemir, we all heard the fierce fighting coming from your room. It's not your fault..."

"Master Vesemir, is there really no way to cure Bonte's condition?" Ailin couldn't help but ask, "I learned from Ms. Vera that the tree spirits in Brokilon Forest have very advanced healing abilities."

He remembered that in the original book, Geralt's ribs, knees, and head were severely fractured after being beaten by Vigourfortz, but he eventually recovered with the help of the tree spirits and the magical effect of the Water of Brokilon.

There is no reason why a "minor injury" like Bonte's wouldn't work.

When Bonte heard what Aelin said, a spark of hope suddenly ignited in his eyes.

"Yes, Master Vesemir, can we take Bonte to find those tree spirits?"

Hughes and Fred also became excited and looked at Vesemir expectantly.

Vesemir shook his head with an unpleasant expression, sighed, and said:
"It is indeed as Aelin said. The tree spirits of Brokilon may really be able to heal Bonte's wounds."

"But……"

"But the dryads are not very friendly to the witchers now."

"Some of our radical colleagues accepted the commission from King Brug to hunt down tree spirits near the Brokilon Forest a few years ago..."

"They can't help us treat Bonte..."

Ailin's face darkened when he heard this.

Damn it, no wonder Vesemir looked like he had no idea what to do, it turns out there was really something wrong with the tree spirit.

Are there any fellow tree spirit hunters?
Those extremely intelligent creatures are probably more than just unfriendly in their attitude towards demon hunters, right?

If Bonte is sent over, he will probably be shot with deadly arrows from the darkness before he can get deep into the forest.

"Is there really no way to cure Bonte's injury?"

Ailin looked at Bonte's pale and immature face, and suddenly felt powerless.

"and many more……"

Vesemir seemed to suddenly think of something and gave Arryn a strange look.

“Maybe there really is hope.”

"What hope?" Arryn asked quickly, ignoring Vesemir's strange expression.

The Demon Hunter Master considered his words and said:

"Ms. Vera is a master alchemist. I remember she can prepare a potion that may be able to help Bonte..."

At this point, his eyes suddenly swept to the exquisite hilt of Elsa's sword behind Arryn, and he remembered the sky-high price of the bottle of potion in his memory.

Even if it happened suddenly, it is understandable.

As a demon hunter representing the Wolf School in the fighting competition, Vesemir cannot escape responsibility.

Therefore, most of the cost of purchasing potions for the apprentice would probably have to be paid by him.

Thinking of this, Vesemir paused for a moment and said with some pain:
"I can discuss with the school about paying for preparing the potion."

"But how to persuade Ms. Vera to help? I can only rely on you, Ailin."

Yes!

How could I have forgotten Ms. Vera?
Ailin scratched his head in annoyance.

but……

Is Ms. Vera so scary?

Ailin looked at Vesemir in surprise, as he suddenly fell ill and his mouth twitched, but he didn't think too much about it and nodded seriously.

"Don't worry, I'll ask Ms. Vera for help right away."

As he spoke, he took out a crystal bird from his arms and was about to send his thoughts into it, asking Mary to ask Ms. Vera to prepare the potion.

Suddenly realizing that he still didn't know the name of the potion, he asked:

"By the way, what's the name of that potion? I'm using a magic item to send a message to Mary now."

"A green sigh."

Vesemir remembered the name of the potion very clearly because the Chief said that this bottle of potion was worth a handful of Elsa on the black market.

A verdant sigh?
The name is quite nice.

Ailin thought.

Then he transferred the message into the body of the lovebird, walked to the windowsill and released it.

He watched the lovebird flapping its crystal wings and flying into the deep darkness, and suddenly Vesemir's voice came to his ears.

"In fact, you have all drunk this potion."

Ailin turned around in surprise when he heard this.

"We all drank it?"

Hughes and Fred looked at each other and said in unison.

After knowing that Bonte had a chance to be restored to its original state, Vesemir breathed a sigh of relief and nodded with a smile:
"It was the emerald green potion that Lady Veera handed to you when we returned to Kaer Morhen through the portal after the Trial in the Mountain."

"what?"

As the other apprentices were reminiscing, Ailin suddenly exclaimed. He quickly opened the reagent bag on his waist and took out a beautifully decorated, expensive crystal bottle from the corner.

"Master Vesemir, the Verdant Sigh you mentioned, is it this potion?"

Aelin shook the crystal bottle.

The emerald green liquid swayed in the bottle, sparkling with the charming luster of life like jade.

Looking closely, it seemed as if I saw a forest full of life.

“It’s…it’s…it’s this,” Vesemir said incoherently after carefully examining it. “How did you get this potion?”

"Ms. Vera gave it to me?"

Ailin pulled out two more identical bottles of Verdant Sigh from his bag. "I still have two more bottles in my reagent pack. Any questions?"

These bottles of magic potion were given to him by the sorceress on the day when he discovered the strange Jingguan, when she asked him to practice the mist-making skill with the magic item "The Arm Bone of the Little Mist Fairy".

But later when I practiced, I never used it out of habit of saving.

therefore.

These three bottles of potions had always been lying at the innermost part of his reagent bag, and if Vesemir hadn't mentioned them, Arryn would have almost forgotten about them.

Hearing what Arryn said, Vesemir opened his mouth slightly and was speechless.

He glanced at the young witcher apprentice, wanting to ask Arryn if he knew.

This bottle of "Verdant Sigh" that he casually placed in the reagent bag, tightly together with other vulgar powders in the same narrow space, is worth an Elsa silver sword worth 17325 orens.

In other words.

Every day, Arlin carried four swords of Elsa's huge fortune and walked around in front of Vesemir.

"But Master Vesemir, can't this potion only relieve the dizziness caused by passing through the portal?"

"Are you sure it can work on Bonte's injuries?"

Ailin wondered.

The voice just fell.

A long silence, which left the four young witchers confused, fell in the narrow room filled with the smell of rust.

Vesemir sighed dejectedly, looking at the innocent young witcher, and suddenly didn't want to explain anything.

How outrageous!
While he was still working hard to take on commissions and take care of children for the second Elsa.

Arlin, the darling of destiny, actually uses a handful of Elsa's potions every day. These advanced potions can delay aging, increase lifespan, and eliminate the side effects of time travel!
A surge of powerlessness suddenly came over me.

Vesemir sighed again, waved his hand casually, and said:

"Give it a try, it might be useful."

"Green Sigh" can even repair the hidden injuries of the demon hunter over the years, so there is no reason why it cannot repair Bonte's injuries.

Not understanding why the witcher master's mood changed so quickly, Ayling handed the Green Sigh to Fred.

"Boom~"

"Guru Guru~"

After Fred fed the potion to Bont, several witchers around came over and looked at Bont carefully with anticipation.

Soon, a minute passed.

The demon hunters stared at each other, and Bonte's face seemed to turn a little red.

He tried to move his wrist, but there was no response.

The light of hope in everyone's eyes gradually dimmed.

Several young witchers subconsciously looked at Vesemir, which made the witcher's heart fluctuate a little, and he suspected that Cangcui's sigh might really be useless.

"Ah~"

Bonte suddenly let out a scream and his back suddenly arched.

Vesemir looked at the young witcher who was in great pain, and instead of being surprised, he was delighted, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

It doesn't matter how much it hurts, I'm just afraid that there won't be any changes.

Several witchers had drunk the Verdant Sigh, but they didn't have such a strong reaction at that time.

"Quick! Quick! Pin down Bonte!"

Vesemir shouted, and several young witchers rushed forward to suppress him.

"Shasha~"

The leather armor soaked in blood rubbed against the ground, and roars and grinding sounds kept coming out of Bont's mouth.

Seeing this scene, Vesemir immediately picked up a piece of sackcloth from the pool of blood and stuffed it into his mouth.

To prevent him from biting off his tongue.

Not long after.

"Snapped!"

Fred was suddenly slapped hard in the face.

Fred was stunned for a moment, then he laughed out loud as he looked at his struggling hands flying in the air:
“Hahaha…it works! Ailin…Bunter! It’s working!”

Everyone had a sincere smile on their faces and pushed Bonte's body down harder.

About ten minutes later.

The young witcher stopped struggling. Beads of sweat the size of beans fell from everyone's forehead and merged with the dried blood on the ground.

"Bunter, how do you feel?"

Everyone tacitly released their hold on the young witcher's body, and looked on expectantly as Bunter stood up, stretched his body, and untied the rough bindings on his limbs.

The hideously turned flesh had healed up to the point where only a faint long white spot remained.

"I feel really good now."

Bonte took a deep breath, bared his shiny front teeth, smiled at Ailin and the others, then picked up the steel sword on the ground and quickly danced with it.

"Whoo~"

The sword blade cut through the air, making a whistling sound.

Bonte was like a drowning man who suddenly breathed in air. He indulged in the buzzing sound of the sword as it was swung, and it took him a while to stop his movements.

The first thing he did when he turned to look at his fellow witchers was to focus on Aelin.

But he strangely didn't say anything. After staring at Ailin for a few seconds, he nodded to his companions and shouted excitedly:

"I can hunt monsters like a monster hunter again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ailin's body suddenly froze slightly.

A familiar cold mechanical voice sounded in my ears.

[Ding! Legion member Bonte's favorability increased to die-hard 100 (+4)]

[Ding! Your legion skill: Resonance LV1 has been upgraded to Resonance LV2]

What an unexpected surprise!

Aelin looked at Bunter.

He whispered to comfort Fred and Hughes, who were frightened by Bont's tragic condition, and held the ordinary steel sword tightly in his right hand, as if he was holding his own life.

"Master Vesemir? Are you all right?"

The voice of the innkeeper Bob came from the door, interrupting the conversation.

"fine."

After Vesemir shouted, he looked at the messy ground in front of him, sighed, and continued:
"Go wait for me downstairs first, I'll be down in a minute."

"Yes, Master Vesemir."

Bob responded as if he was relieved, and the footsteps quietly moved away.

Arryn followed Vesemir's gaze and looked at the body on the floor.

The two Cat School witchers who were knocked unconscious by him suddenly flashed through his mind.

(End of this chapter)