Chapter 230: Big Explosion and the Law of Accident
Mary is already here, who else can he give it to?
Arryn rolled his eyes mentally and ignored Vesemir.

“He” was only fourteen, and Mary was only fifteen.

It's a bit too early to match them up now.

It wasn't that he disliked Mary.

He was just a normal person who was over thirty in two lives and was mentally healthy. Even though he was only fourteen years old in this body, he attacked a girl who was only fifteen years old.

It's a bit too perverted.

Moreover, the dark clouds covering the Ancient Sea Fortress have not yet dissipated, and there is no telling when the strong wind will blow again.

It's too early for him to be romantic.

Why not... wait a few more years?
therefore.

After he closed the wooden box, he handed it to Mary, whose cheeks were red.
"Mary, these two bottles."

"One bottle for you, and one bottle for me to bring to Ms. Vera..."

Mary's expression was hesitant at first, and she seemed a little embarrassed to answer.

After hearing that there was also a copy for his mentor, he naturally took the wooden box.

However, there was a clear sign of disappointment on her pretty face.

"Ailin...Ailin...you..."

Vesemir was watching from the side, feeling a little anxious.

Based on his experience and looking at Mary's expression, it was obvious that it was a consensual thing.

This is a dilemma, which is really frustrating for the witcher.

How could a demon hunter not be able to read a woman's heart?
Isn't this the talent of a demon hunter?

After completing the trial as a mentor, he followed the Chief to the first city after leaving Kaer Morhen and caught up with the first woman he loved.

And Aylin...

Vesemir sighed.

This is all fed into the mouth...

Why is there still vomiting?

This poor kid is such a disgrace!

However, Ailin had already arranged the ownership of the two bottles of perfume.

He didn't dare to snatch food from Ms. Vera's mouth.

Thinking of this, Vesemir glared at Arryn hatefully again, and began to think about how to help Arryn come to his senses.

How could a disciple of Vesemir be like a piece of wood?

……

The weather on the spring equinox in April is warm and balmy, with the refreshing scent of flowers caressing your face, making you feel so comfortable that you feel sleepy.

It is still some distance from Vengerberg.

Vesemir didn't seem to want to talk to Arryn anymore. He walked at the front of the team with a frown on his face.

Mary fell at the end of the team, with her head lowered, swaying from side to side with the chestnut mare, not knowing what she was thinking.

Seeing that no one was paying attention, Ailin thought about dealing with the reward for conquering the great griffin.

The Griffin Heart Extract may cause some obvious irritation and is not suitable for use at this time.

But the treasure chests can still be opened.

As usual, after holding the amulet of the goddess Meliteli, I prayed as I pleased.

[Ding! The treasure chest of the Great Griffin*4 is opened]

white……

Following the white light was a dazzling golden light...

Seeing the gold-quality treasure chest, Ailin breathed a sigh of relief.

This big griffin is not easy to fight.

It took the combined efforts of two witcher masters and a promising sorceress to barely kill it.

I don’t know when I will have to wait until I want to hunt one again.

Moreover, the great griffin is so hard to find, and is usually hidden in deep mountains and forests.

Ailin didn't even plan to complete the hunting mission of the great griffin, even though completing the "Hunting Mission: Great Griffin I" only required hunting five great griffins.

If four white quality experience beads appear, he will suffer a huge loss!
fortunately.

Goddess Meritelli has always been reliable.

After opening the box and finding a gold one, Ailin felt relieved. From then on, he could accept any other one, whether it was purple, blue or white.

But I didn't expect that two golden lights would flash in succession.

Triple yolk eggs!
Three golds came out of four treasure chests!
What kind of luck is this?
"Fuck!"

Arryn shouted in his native language from his horse, startling both Vesemir and Mary to look at him.

"What's wrong, Aelin?"

Vesemir looked around warily and found that everything was normal.

Because of the appearance of Master Eagle, there were only three of them on the avenue visible to the naked eye.

"What does Wo...Cao mean?"

The difficult sentence made Vesemir frown.

Mary also looked at him curiously.

Ailin was stared at by the two people, smiled awkwardly and said:
"Means nothing……"

After a pause, seeing that Vesemir and Mary wanted to ask more questions, he said:
"I think I came up with a new potion recipe..."

"What?" Mary looked around blankly.

Tender green grass, beautiful wild flowers, gentle breeze...

Scenic.

But is there anything unique here that could inspire potions?

wrong……

Potions is a rigorous discipline.

How could you figure this out without checking the medicinal properties of various materials and past recipes?
Although Mary knew that Ailin was a genius and could come up with all kinds of strange formulas, it was the first time she saw what he looked like when he got inspiration.

This creative method of getting inspiration as soon as you think of it...

Really... is it possible?
Vesemir didn't think too much about it. He just felt that Arryn was a little too productive as an alchemist.

Of course, his attention was also diverted from Ailin's otherworldly interjection.

Ailin breathed a sigh of relief and continued:
"I'm not sure if it will work yet. I'll try again after we get to Wengerberg."

Vesemir and Mary looked at each other and nodded.

After Arryn said a few more perfunctory words, Vesemir and Mary thought he might still be in his "moment of inspiration" and did not disturb him any further.

then.

Ailin thought about it and opened the Demon Hunting Notes again.

[Ding! Obtained: Experience beads*5, "Mixed Beast Oil" sword oil formula*1, Great Griffin mutation inducer*1, "Great Griffin decoction" magic potion formula*1]

"Whoo~"

"Fortunately, it's sword oil and decoction..."

Ailin let out a breath.

Because the situation happened suddenly, he skipped the cutscene of the golden treasure chest.

However, the cutscenes for the sword oil recipe, mutagen, and decoction recipe are just animations.

Unlike "Ritual: Flesh Giant", which has rich implied meanings, I might as well skip it.

"Tsk tsk~"

Looking at the three golden patterns in the system prompt, a strong sense of satisfaction is about to overflow from my heart.

Whether the golden quality formula item is useful or not is secondary.

Just the sense of accomplishment from this huge explosion makes people feel very happy.

No wonder those money-making games at that time, even though they just changed a few layers of skin, still had people buying them.

After sighing a few words in his heart, Ailin moved his mind and called up the inventory.

【Name: Mixed Animal Oil】

[Type: Sword Oil Recipe]

[Refining requirements: Alchemy LV1]

[Recipe: Dog oil*1, white hibiscus petals*4]

[Function: Apply to weapons to increase damage to hybrid beasts]

[Note: Is there something wrong with the order? How can you not prepare the mixed animal oil before dealing with the big griffin? ]

Unlike potions and bombs, sword oil is always affordable and effective.

Ailin knew the market situation.

One portion of dog oil plus four portions of white hibiscus petals does not even take up one orlen.

Most hybrid beasts are relatively high-level monsters.

Although Aylin has not used it yet, even judging by the effect of Ghoul Oil on the Swamp Witch, it can be said to be quite affordable to deal with high-level monsters at a low price.

Keep looking down.

【Name: Griffin Mutation Inducer】

【Type: Mutagen】

[Function: Split once a week, with a chance to obtain Great Griffin Mutation Inducers, Weak Red/Green Mutation Inducers]

[Note: You can think of this as a form of cell division.] See the mutation inducer of the Great Griffin.

Aelin suddenly remembered the Swamp Witch Mutagenesis Inducer and flipped through it.

The probability of obtaining a mutagen is really low.

Until last week when he left Ben Ader, he had split eleven times and not once received the swamp witch's mutagen.

Both are weak red/green mutagens.

At first, Ailin would check it once a week, but as time went on, he would only check it once every few weeks when he remembered.

"Huh~"

The attention shifted to the side of the Swamp Witch Mutagen, where there was another very similar Mutagen.

It actually split out!

Four good things coming!

Ailin felt very happy.

[Name: Swamp Witch Mutagenesis]

【Type: Mutagen】

【Function: Main ingredient for decoction of swamp witch. 】

[Note: It cannot be split anymore! ]

Ok……

If it can't split anymore, then it can't. It's already very good to be able to split out one.

“When we get to Vengerberg, I’ll make the swamp witch’s decoction first, and then find a chance to try out its effects,” Ailin thought.

but……

A raw mutagen is definitely not enough to supply him with medicine for daily use.

Thinking this way, Ailin looked down.

[Name: Great Griffin Decoction Recipe]

[Type: Potion Recipe]

[Refining requirements: Alchemy LV5 (conditions not met)]

[Recipe: Dwarven Liquor*1, Great Griffin Mutation Inducer*1, Long-leaf Plantain*1, Dandelion*1]

[Function: If there is still magic power, consume all magic power to launch a powerful attack. After the normal damage of the powerful attack is settled, 5% of the hit enemy's health will be deducted.]

[Note: You asked me how 5% of the health value was deducted? Actually, I am also curious about this question. Why don’t you give it a try? ]

take off!

Seeing the function of the big griffin's decoction, Ailin was ecstatic.

The percentage is 5% of the enemy's life, and the deduction is made after the damage is settled once.

Ailin couldn't even imagine how strong he would be after drinking the decoction of the great griffin.

Theoretically, even if it was a giant dragon, he would only need to chop it with twenty swords.

"I don't know if the damage deducted by percentage will be counted as the damage caused by me by the Demon Hunter..."

"If you calculate it, if you lose 5% of your health at once, wouldn't it be possible to complete the demon hunting progress immediately?"

Ailin daydreamed.

Unfortunately……

Although he couldn't wait to make the decoction.

If the alchemy level is not satisfied, it can be upgraded.

It is impossible to determine when the mutation-inducing agent of the griffin will mutate.

This is not something that can be achieved by being anxious or impatient.

"Put it aside for now..."

Aelin sighed.

"Help--"

Just as Ailin finished sorting out the harvest, his keen witcher senses suddenly enabled him to hear a man's cry for help coming from the front of the group.

He looked up and met Vesemir's gaze. "Want to go over and take a look?"

Vesemir nodded solemnly:

"Protect Mary!"

Then the three of them squeezed their legs against the horses' bellies and increased their speed.

I walked less than fifty meters.

After turning a winding bend, a small river appeared in everyone's sight.

There is a wide stone bridge over the stream.

A man wearing a patched shirt, a broken straw hat, and a fish basket hanging around his waist, leaned his back against the stone bridge...

While shouting for help, he waved a pitchfork to drive away the two water ghosts that were attacking him.

It was just a water ghost.

Arryn and Vesemir breathed a sigh of relief almost at the same time.

"You come? I come?"

Vesemir asked, tilting his head.

"Let me do it!" Ailin stepped on the stirrup and turned around to dismount.

After all, Vesemir was his traveling mentor, so the old man didn't need to do such dirty work as killing two water ghosts.

"Help! Help! Sirs, please save me! I will pay you for it!"

The man who looked like a fisherman noticed Ailin and the others, and immediately shouted loudly with his eyes shining.

Just this excitement ruined everything.

The moment his attention was distracted, the waving pitchfork failed to drive away one of the water ghosts in time.

As a result, two water ghosts pressed forward together and knocked the pitchfork away.

"Quack!"

The strange blue and ferocious face quickly enlarged before his eyes.

In the bloody mouth, there were unknown bright red shreds of meat stuck on the muddy yellow teeth.

"what--"

The fisherman screamed in fear, and his lower body suddenly felt hot unconsciously.

Just when the water ghost’s claws had already grabbed his arm and the ugly face was less than two punches away from him...

The water ghost...suddenly stopped moving.

The next moment.

"Hey!"

The two water ghosts' heads and bodies were separated.

Dark red blood spurted out from the broken part, soaking his entire body.

The fisherman was so frightened that he stood there in a daze for a while.

It wasn't until Vesemir and Mary came over with their horses that he came to his senses.

He looked at the two men in front of him who were carrying double swords.

The two pairs of eyes, one blue and one yellow, both have vertical pupils like a cat.

Cold, merciless, cruel and terrifying...

He couldn't help but shiver all over again, and the warmth flowed down from the roots of his thighs again.

He used the money earned by the ugly guy at home doing laundry to buy wine. He had heard of such characteristics in the pub...

Although they all wield swords, they are not those kind knights...

They are the legendary demon hunters!

A freak more monstrous than monsters, a freak rejected by the gods - the demon hunter!

Seeing two demon hunters with strange cat-like eyes staring at him, they suddenly frowned.

The fisherman was so frightened that his heart and lungs went into arrest. He said quickly:

"Thank you both for saving me..."

"But I...but I...have no money...I have nothing to give in return..."

“But you just said you were willing to pay.” Vesemir frowned.

"I...I..." The fisherman was speechless.

If he had known that it was the witcher who saved him, instead of the merciful knight, he would never have dared to lie...

But he really didn't have a penny left.

I spent all the few coins I grabbed before leaving the house this morning on drinking...

what to do……

what to do……

Will I be killed? Will I be tortured by these demons?
Sudden.

A flash of inspiration came to my frightened brain.

He remembered what the boaster in the tavern said a few days ago...

"I have no money to pay the debt, so I can only use my child to pay off the debt... That person is called... Yi... Yi..."

"Correct!"

"The Law of Accidents!"

(End of this chapter)