Chapter 236: Big Griffin, give me some more!
Can't see the king anymore?

Vesemir and Arryn, who was approaching, looked at each other in bewilderment.

Hey?

Is your king dead too?

However, Arlin saw that although the expression on Trick's face was not very good, there was no look of grief or anger, and it did not seem like the king had died.

So he didn't ask this impolite question, but looked at Trick expressionlessly, waiting for what to come.

After hesitating for a few seconds and noticing that Mary was also coming over, Trick gritted his teeth and whispered:

"Don't tell anyone..."

So mysterious?

The three of them looked at each other and nodded, and Trick continued:

"Originally, His Majesty Oliver wanted to use his poor health as an excuse to refuse your audience."

"But it's actually because of the Dark Sun Curse..."

"Your Majesty is somewhat wary of this curse, and the glutton king of Kaedwen died that day, so..."

understood.

Afraid that we would bring him bad luck.

But apart from Vesemir's preparation of a speech to dissuade the war, Arryn and Mary were not so enthusiastic about the audience with the king.

All they cared about was the bounty of the big griffin and whether the big head could be sold for a good price.

But on this point, the King of Aedirn is still kind.

"This is a deposit slip from Vivaldi Bank. It contains two thousand Orens." Trick took out a leather slip and handed it to Vesemir. "This is the reward from His Majesty Oliver to thank you for helping us solve the problem of the big griffin..."

"As for the head of the great griffin..."

"Your Majesty didn't say he wanted to buy it. It should be due to reasons like the Dark Sun Curse..."

"But wasn't this monster hunted in your country of Aedirn?" Mary was a little unconvinced.

Trick smiled flatteringly and said:
"Your Majesty Oliver has never liked this kind of bloody stuff."

"certainly……"

"It may also be because you all came from Ban Ade."

Trick paused, then continued:
"However, I am very interested in this. Can you sell me this big griffin head?"

"Oh, how much are you willing to pay?" Vesemir asked interestedly.

Trick raised four fingers without hesitation:
"Four thousand, I'm willing to pay four thousand orens!"

Wessermiel, who was originally planning to raise the price, suddenly paused and looked at Trick meaningfully.

No matter how good the quality of a great griffin's head is, it is worth a little more than three thousand orens at most.

As the deputy leader of the King's Knights, there is no way Trick didn't know this.

and……

Vesemir glanced at Mary.

From the moment he entered the room, Trick's eyes had been drifting towards Mary, and he also quietly told them secrets such as the king's attitude...

“Tell me, what do you want?” Vesemir asked directly, not wanting to guess. “The head of a great griffin is far from worth four thousand.”

Although his intention was discovered, Trick was not embarrassed. He laughed loudly and said:

"As expected of Master Vesemir, nothing can be hidden from you..."

Then he smiled, looked at Mary, and said in a humble and flattering manner:
"Ms. Margarita, could you please ask Ms. Vera for a bottle of potion for me?"

Mary was not at all surprised.

Seems like this has happened a lot.

She raised her head and looked at Ailin proudly, thinking:

"So what if Ms. Vera still values ​​you and cares about you?"

"Out there, I am still the lady's spokesperson! No one can take it away from me!"

Then, remembering Trick's thoughtful arrangement of being both an inn and the king's little secret, she asked softly:

"Which potion would you like?"

There is a play!

Trick's eyes lit up and he said quickly:
"A green sigh!"

"I'm willing to pay 20,000 orens for a bottle..."

In fact, just like the great griffin head, 20,000 orens far exceeds the actual value of the "Potion: Verdant Sigh". At least the current market price is around 15,000 orens.

But the key is that there is no demand for it!
Vera sells less than ten bottles of "Verdant Sigh" every year, and most of them are bought by kings, dukes and other nobles from various countries.

and……

Since he was a human hero written into history books, no noble dared to threaten him with their power.

In some families of their time, even an empty bottle is not seen.

When Mary heard Trick's request, she froze for a moment, her arrogance gone.

She doesn’t have “Green Sigh” now, but someone does!

Some people even drank this precious potion as if it were water...

Think of this.

Mary's face turned red with embarrassment and jealousy.

"Ahem~" Vesemir noticed Mary's embarrassment, coughed lightly, and asked, "I see you are still quite young, it's too early to think about extending your life now!"

"It's not me..." Trick smiled bitterly and shook his head, "It's my father."

"When Aedirn was in decline, he often led his troops into battle, leaving behind many hidden injuries."

"Now my limbs and bones hurt everywhere, and I am in great pain every day..."

"I heard that the magic potion called Verdant Sigh can cure this kind of hidden injury, but unfortunately I can't find a way to get it..."

Trick looked at Mary respectfully and pleaded sincerely:
"Please, Ms. Margarita."

"As long as you can help me get a bottle of magic potion, the Quinn family will always remember your kindness..."

Mary was stared at like that and was so embarrassed that she tried to dig out a magic tower on the ground with her toes.

But we don’t know Ailin’s attitude yet. It’s not right for her to refuse, nor is it right for her not to refuse.

"Ding Ding~"

The sound of bottles colliding attracted everyone's attention.

Ailin took out a bottle of emerald green potion from the potion bag and said:

“This is the sigh of verdancy.”

Trick was stunned for a moment when he saw this, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Mary, who had lowered her head at some point.

Shouldn't Vera's apprentice be the one who could produce the Verdant Sigh?
How could he be a demon hunter?

He looked at the potion in Aelin's hand with some suspicion.

Is this really a sigh of verdancy?

Vesemir saw this, sighed, and explained:

"Alin also studied alchemy with Ms. Vera for a long time..."

Trick glanced at the young witcher in surprise, then looked at Mary.

Helplessly, the young sorceress could only nod and said in a mosquito-like voice:
"This potion is Verdant Sigh!"

Trick reacted now, and with excitement on his face he was about to reach for the potion, but was stopped by Vesemir.

"Feel sorry!"

Trick slapped his forehead, apologized, and quickly took out two more deposit certificates from his pocket.

It seems that it has been prepared long ago.

"These two are also deposit certificates from Vivaldi Bank, one for 4,000 yuan, and the other for 20,000 yuan..."

Vesemir then lowered his arm.

After taking the potion, Trick carefully checked it according to the information he had collected.

Then, not knowing whether he had identified it or not, he nodded with certainty:
"It's the Green Sigh for sure!"

Of course it’s not wrong!

Vesemir thought, this was something he and the school had purchased from Lady Vera at a great price.

He saw with his own eyes the bloody red fox give the potion to Arlin.

Up to now.

Vesemir still owed Vera a large debt.

Looking at the three large-denomination certificates of deposit in Ailin's hand, Vesemir sighed inwardly with some envy, and then chimed in:
"This Green Sigh was given to Arlin by Lady Vera to save his life before he went down the mountain."

"If you weren't buying the potion for your father, I would never sell it to you like this!"

Vesemir knew that Arryn had bought the potion for more than just the money.

And this premium really cannot offset the favor.

Upon hearing this, Trick put away his smile, looked at Ailin seriously, and promised:

"Master Ailin, the Quinn family will always remember your kindness!"

talking.

He then pulled out a shield-shaped steel badge from his pocket.

"This is the emblem of the Quinn family. It is also a symbol of our friendship. Please accept it." Ailin took the heavy badge and took a look at it.

The shield emblem is engraved with a sword surrounded by irises.

Seeing Ailin accept the badge, Trick smiled gently, carefully put the potion away, and then prepared to leave impatiently.

"correct……"

Trick was about to close the door when he suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Ailin seriously:

"I should have kept you in Vengerberg for a few more days to show my hospitality..."

"But from a friend's perspective, if there is nothing urgent to do here, I suggest you leave Wengerburg as soon as possible!"

Perhaps worried that they wouldn't believe him, Trick gritted his teeth and explained softly:
"War is coming!"

……

"boom!"

The door is closed.

Vesemir glanced out the window.

The bright moon hangs high.

Late at night.

“Go to bed early,” Vesemir sighed, “We’ll leave Vengerberg tomorrow!”

They originally planned to stay here for a few more days.

However, the deputy commander of the King's Knights of Aedirn advised them to leave, as they believed that staying would not lead to any good outcome.

Only the witcher who listens to advice can live longer.

Ailin nodded and said:
"You guys go and rest first. After you make this potion, I'll go to sleep."

Vesemir nodded.

Then he brought the little monster, who was yawning and couldn't even open his eyes, and his brother Royce back to the room.

Although Royce was Arryn's son of destiny, the little monster was also bought by Arryn.

But it was Vesemir who always took care of the two children.

"Bang~"

The room door was closed.

"You should go and rest too." Seeing that Mary didn't return to the room and was looking at him eagerly, Ailin said
"This potion requires a special ingredient. Even if you learn it now, there won't be any extra ingredients for you to practice with."

What material is so special?
Mary was a little curious, so she stayed behind.

Seeing that the young sorceress was in high spirits, she had no intention of taking a rest now.

Helplessly, Ailin could only let her watch from the side while continuing to make the swamp witch's decoction recipe.

It’s not that he didn’t want Mary to see the process of making the medicine.

But getting enough sleep is very important for a warlock.

You know, the chaos element is a very violent force.

Without a good mental state, not only will the success rate of spellcasting be greatly reduced, it may even cause severe damage to the warlock's body.

and……

Although warlocks also meditate, it is completely different from the meditation of demon hunters.

Their meditation is a form of spiritual exercise and is not a substitute for sleep.

But since Mary insisted, Arlin had no choice but to make the potion as quickly as possible.

Although this was his first time making a decoction, the requirement for making the Swamp Witch Decoction itself was only Alchemy Level 3.

With Ailin's current alchemy level 4, it is more than enough.

and.

In terms of material processing, decoction is very similar to sword oil.

They all use magic power to activate the hidden magic nodes in the plant materials, and then put them into the crucible.

Once he officially started the process of refining medicine, Ailin was completely focused and no longer paid attention to Mary beside him.

Set up the pot, light the fire, pour in the dwarven liquor...

The cypress stem fruit that activated the magic node melted into the dwarven liquor under the stimulation of chaos magic and high temperature.

"Guru Guru~"

The temperature is rising.

Orange bubbles continued to emerge from the crucible.

Finally, after half an hour, it completely shrank into an orange jelly-like colloid the size of a fist.

"Is it done?" Mary looked at the inexplicably lovely colloid in the crucible.

Although it is a bit magical that Dwarven Spirits and Cypress Stem Fruit have transformed into this form...

But there is nothing special about either the refining technique or the materials!

"Not yet." Ailin shook his head. "Next is the most difficult part..."

While tending the fire beneath the crucible, he took a crystal bottle from the reagent bag.

Mary looked at the contents of the crystal bottle and asked in confusion:
"what is this?"

The ellipsoidal red colloid in the crystal bottle wraps the green colloid, and at the same time it is slightly expanding and shrinking, as if a living thing is breathing.

This made Mary feel a little creepy, and she subconsciously moved a little further away.

Ailin hesitated for two seconds and said:

"Swamp Witch Mutagen..."

"Mutagens?" Mary frowned. "What are mutagens?"

As Ailin poured the Swamp Witch Mutagenesis from the glass bottle into the cauldron, he explained:

"As the name suggests, a substance that induces mutation..."

"Only a small number of monsters can produce this substance."

Mary had never heard of this substance, either in books or from Ms. Vera.

However, seeing that Ailin was concentrating on making the potion, she did not ask any more questions, but watched carefully.

"Buzz~"

The wolf emblem was humming softly.

Under Ailin's precise magical control, the red and green swamp witch mutation inducer quietly opened a hole.

Then, like swallowing food, it swallowed the orange-yellow colloid in the crucible into the green core in small mouthfuls.

This technique of using magic to stimulate mutation-inducing substances is extremely difficult.

It should not be too strong, so as not to damage the vitality of the inducer.

It can't be too weak to fully integrate the two.

Soon.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Ailin's forehead.

But soon.

The swamp witch's mutagen completely engulfed the orange colloid, and the entire body turned blood red and transparent.

But the amazing thing is that after swallowing the trigger that is the size of an adult's fist, the size of the organism did not increase at all.

It's still a crystal bottle of about 50 ml.

Ailin let out a sigh and bottled the gelatin.

"Bang bang~"

A slight impact sound was faintly heard from the crystal.

Mary, who was standing by, was sure of it.

This blood-red thing is actually a living thing!!!

The curious gazes put Ailin under great pressure.

Especially since it was late, and he hadn't quite figured out the premise for the story of discovering the mutagen.

then.

Before Mary could speak, Ailin pretended to be exhausted and said:

"It's late, go to bed first."

"If you have any questions, we can talk about it tomorrow morning..."

Mary looked at Ailin and could only nod helplessly.

……

"Squeak~"

The door was gently closed.

Ailin returned to his room and immediately became energetic.

I couldn't wait to open the Demon Hunting Notes.

[Ding! Do you want to use the Great Griffin Heart Extract*1? ]

"Big Griffin!"

"Let me see what your heart is capable of!"

(End of this chapter)