Chapter 264 Demon Hunters are not human?
When Mary heard this, she suddenly thought of the little girl who was beaten all over by her biological father when they first met.

He touched her head with some heartache and said softly:
"Alin is not that kind of person..."

"I know," Yennefer interrupted, "but I just don't want to..."

"I really don't want to..."

Yennefer's voice was low, but sounded very persistent.

Mary sighed and was silent for two seconds before patting her shoulder gently. “Then continue practicing your spellcasting gestures.”

"This is a very important step towards the door of magic."

"Without the control of hand gestures and spells, the violent and uncontrollable chaotic magic when casting spells will instantly ignite your body..."

Just say it.

Mary prepared to go back to the house to refine sword oil.

At this time.

"Wait, Sister Mary..." Yennefer suddenly grabbed her hand.

"What's wrong?" Mary looked back in confusion.

"You...are you going to refine ghost oil?" Ye Naifa's voice trembled. "On the way here a few days ago, I was paying attention to your actions..."

"I think...I think..."

Yennefer's voice became increasingly dry.

But he seemed to have mustered up great courage and said firmly: "I can also help..."

Mary wanted to refuse.

She also noticed it during their interactions over the past few days.

Although Yennefer is quiet, she is actually very intelligent and has a maturity far beyond her years.

Her words were not simply meant to help.

More than anything, she didn't want to be sent to Kaer Morhen, a place she had never been to.

However, through the faint light between the gaps in the black cloth, Mary saw the pair of violet eyes flashing with timidity and stubbornness, and in a trance she seemed to see her past self.

My heart suddenly softened.

She stroked Yennefer's protruding back and said softly in a playful tone:
"Then let's go together..."

"Let me see how much you have learned along the way!"

……

On the other side, as soon as Ailin returned to the sanctuary, he couldn't wait to prepare the dwarven liquor, white marigold petals and golem heart needed by Blizzard.

Then he thought about it and did not set up the crucible in the iconostasis.

Instead, he walked all the way to the corridor, right next to the door of the sanctuary, and put down the crucible and other necessary materials.

In addition to the blizzard, he also planned to refine a batch of the enhanced ghoul oil, dragon dream, moon dust and giant ghoul decoction that he had obtained yesterday to test the effect.

It would be alright to refine decoctions, sword oils, and magic potions in the icon room.

But Dragon's Dream and Moon Dust are both explosives after all. Even if the refining requirements are only Alchemy Level 2, there is still a possibility of accidents.

In order to prevent the rumors of "the witcher blew up the thousand-year-old statue and the May Day accident was caused by a bottle of magic potion" from appearing in Elland, the witcher naturally had to find a good place.

The junction of the sanctuary gallery and the gate is very good.

Far enough away from the iconostasis.

The place is large enough, the air is well ventilated, and the materials on the ground and the fire temperature will not be affected by natural wind.

perfect!

"Boom~"

The crucible was placed on the white, hard marble floor.

The demon hunter mobilized his magic power and drew a line under the crucible with the index finger of his right hand.

"Wow~"

The alcohol in the glass bottle was immediately ignited, swaying with a faint blue light.

The difficulty of refining blizzard is LV2, and the main difficulty lies in the processing of the golem heart and the stimulation of magic power.

So it didn't take half an hour.

As the golem heart melted in the base liquid composed of dwarven alcohol and white marigold petals, a magical power suddenly gushed out from the melted area, stirring up a white magical glow that blew violently on the crucible wall like frost and snow, and immediately turned into a pot of blue solution.

"Not bad, not bad. This is at least ten times the amount of blizzard."

The witcher nodded with satisfaction and poured the liquid in the crucible into the glass bottle that had been prepared long ago.

Blizzard is very expensive to refine.

Dwarven liquor and white amaranth petals are both cheap, but the golem heart, a high-energy material with the characteristics of both life and soul, is a magical material that requires multiple processing like jug water.

Moreover, this processing method originated from the elves and is a core secret of the Ain and the El.

of course.

It’s not that there are no humans who know how to refine it. After all, the elves even lost their country.

Lady Vera had mentioned this when she was giving Alyn alchemy lessons in Kaer Morhen.

It cannot be said that there are no alchemists who know how to refine the golem heart, but due to the difficulty of obtaining the formula and refining it, they are extremely rare.

It is so rare that in the entire northern continent, except for the elves hiding in a corner, only three people can refine it.

Except for the golem heart, the other steps of making a golem are much simpler.

Therefore, a golem heart actually means a powerful golem that is no match for swords and guns and can defeat a hundred enemies at once.

therefore.

A golem heart costs at least 30,000 orens, which is much more expensive than the Verdant Sigh.

And it is priceless.

After all, these two are powerful weapons enough to guard the secret laboratory of a powerful wizard.

and.

Except for those opened from the ruins and underground palaces of the elves, the other golem hearts are monopolized by wizards, especially male wizards, and outsiders have no way of getting them.

of course.

That's an outsider.

Aelin has Vera.

As one of the world's most skilled alchemists and a top capitalist who owns several alchemy workshops...

Among the three alchemists in the entire northern continent who can refine the golem heart, the famous Bloody Red Fox happens to be one of them.

Demon hunters sometimes wonder if behind every snap of the Scarlet Red Fox's fingers lies an unfathomable "King's Treasure House" where all kinds of precious magical materials are stored.

"But ten bottles of Blizzard cost one thousand Orens a bottle, which is not cheap."

“I hope it lives up to its value…”

The witcher muttered something and picked up a bottle of blizzard.

Ok……

"It's just been refined, but it's still cold..."

The witcher stroked the crystal bottle with some curiosity, looked at it carefully for two seconds, and exclaimed in admiration.

"No wonder it's called a blizzard..."

Open the door to the sanctuary and walk out into the open space.

It was almost dusk, the evening breeze was blowing gently on the trees, and golden leaves were twinkling on the treetops.

"Gulu~"

The demon hunter took a deep breath and drank the potion in his hand in one gulp.

The liquid went straight to the stomach along the esophagus, but the cold breath went straight to the brain from the stomach along the spine.

next second.

The witcher opened his eyes.

now.

Not only were his pupils blue, but even the whites of his eyes were also dyed a somewhat transparent icy blue.

The blood vessels at the corners of his eyes bulged and pulsated as if they were about to burst.

The demon hunter felt a slight swelling pain in his brain that was stronger than drinking three bottles of Cat's Eye in a row, and he knew...

With his current physical condition and detoxification ability, he could only drink two bottles of Blizzard at most. Of course.

This is without considering the detoxifying effect of the magic potion white honey.

"So...what about bullet time?"

The demon hunter looked around. Although the environment in front of him had slowed down a bit, it was still not as good as when he was in the demon hunting state.

However, he was not in a hurry, but felt the coldness around his eyeballs gradually fading away after a second.

"laugh!"

With a flick of his right hand, he pulled out the dagger from his waist that he used to process monster materials, and instantly slashed at the back of his left hand.

"Om~"

The adrenal medulla on both sides of the waist instantly secreted pheromones, and the brain suddenly became cold.

this moment.

The rustling sound of leaves in the wind stopped, and the golden leaves in the distance illuminated by the setting sun seemed to be frozen in an instant.

But the stabbing speed of the dagger in the demon hunter's right hand only slowed down by less than 10%.

"Zi-"

The sharp steel dagger pierced the back of the hand within less than a micron before it felt sluggish. Then, due to uneven force, it slid toward the wrist, creating sparks on the steel ring of the wrist guard.

Then the passage of time in the world before the witcher's eyes returned to normal.

The coolness around the eyeballs seemed to have shrunk by one third.

Ailin concentrated on thinking for a second, then raised the dagger in his right hand and stabbed his left hand again.

Time stopped again.

Another small cut appeared on the witcher's left hand.

After the time was restored this time, he did not think but raised the dagger and stabbed again.

But this time, time did not slow down.

The dagger stopped instantly when it was about to touch the back of the hand.

"After drinking the blizzard, I was in a quasi-activated state. The energy in my mind... well... let's call it blizzard energy..."

"In the quasi-activated state, the energy consumption of the blizzard will be very slow..."

"But once a crisis comes and bullet time is activated, the energy will be consumed quickly..."

"Based on the attack just now, this energy is only enough to block three attacks..."

The whites of the demon hunter's eyes had returned to their original state, but the protruding blood vessels at the corners of his eyes were gradually fading into a dark blue color.

But Ailin didn't care.

Instead, he closed his eyes and carefully reviewed the process of using blizzard just now.

"It's not so much the crisis that activates the energy, but rather the pheromone secreted by the adrenal medulla, that is, adrenaline..."

"Ordinary people may not be able to control this adrenaline, but after a certain amount of training, demon hunters can definitely control the activation of bullet time through their mutated organs..."

"If I had a higher talent, or if I had trained for a longer time..."

"You can even control the speed of adrenaline production and the duration of each bullet time, so as to achieve the effect of entering bullet time multiple times at critical moments..."

"After entering bullet time, the time in the surrounding environment is at least 'slowed down' to one twentieth of the original speed..."

"wrong……"

The demon hunter lowered his head and recalled.

"The 'slowing down' effect of time in the environment may not be fixed. It should be related to the individual's perception attributes..."

"You can send a bottle to Vesemir in the next few days and let him try it and compare it..."

"But if the effect of 'Bullet Time' is really enhanced as the attributes are improved..."

The witcher swallowed.

"That's really powerful!"

Especially for Aylin.

Both the Ice Spear Curse and Demon Hunting can gain great enhancement from this potion.

With this magic potion, his overall strength can be improved by at least half.

"It is worthy of being the magic potion that served as the core of many demon hunter schools in the past life. Whether it is for saving lives or attacking, the effect is absolutely excellent."

After thinking for a while about the potion "Blizzard", he thought about how to match the skills and integrate it into his combat system.

The witcher was about to return to the sanctuary corridor to continue brewing the rest of the potion.

At this time.

Ailin's ears suddenly moved, and then he tilted his head to look in the direction of the garden.

"...There was a girl who was born into a royal family. She was the most beautiful one in their royal family..."

"…she wakes up every night in her stone castle, sleeping alone…"

"...any sound, even one that could wake the dead, could not wake this sleeping beauty..."

"...until a stranger came from a distant country..."

……

Lysa came out of the garden carrying a basket covered with checkered linen, hopping and humming a soothing tune.

The demon hunter saw this scene, stopped, and curled his lips:
"I didn't expect that the dignified and mature Lisa has such a girlish side..."

After a pause, he suddenly remembered that Lisa seemed to be only sixteen years old now, and was indeed still a girl.

Then he couldn't help but think of her life experience and sighed softly.

"Alin!!!" An unbelievable exclamation came from a distance, interrupting his inner thoughts, "Why are you here?"

The witcher looked up.

Lysa stood at the garden gate, holding the basket in one hand and covering her mouth with the other in surprise.

She seemed to have just seen Arryn.

But before the witcher could speak, the little priest seemed to have suddenly discovered something.

She took several steps towards the sanctuary, then stared at the witcher's face and asked in a panic:
"Alin, what happened to your face?"

"It's okay..." The demon hunter waved his hand, "I just finished testing the effects of a potion..."

Seeing that the young priest was still worried, he thought for a moment and explained:
"Demon Hunter's potions are basically like this. They may look scary now, but they will naturally disappear after a while of metabolism."

"Really?" Lisa still couldn't believe it.

Now the dark blue blood vessels spreading from the corners of the demon hunter's eyes, and his pale and blue face that looked like a corpse...

It made him look like the villain in a knight novel who was possessed by a demon.

Seeing that the explanation was not clear enough, Ailin simply took out a bottle of "white honey" from the reagent bag and drank it down with a gulp.

Not a few seconds passed.

The protruding blood vessels on the demon hunter's face quickly disappeared, and his complexion slowly returned to normal.

At this time.

The worried look on the young priest's face did not completely disappear.

She glanced back and forth between the demon hunter's eyes and the empty bottle in his hand, considered the prophecy, and advised softly:

"Erin, the priest who teaches herbal medicine and medicine in the temple said..."

"All medicines that can improve physical fitness, strength, agility, etc. in a short period of time are harmful to the human body..."

"If it's not necessary, try not to take too much..."

"It's okay." Ailin smiled gently.

"But how could you be okay when you were like that just now?" The little priest became a little anxious, and subconsciously took a step forward while swinging the basket.

Which priest who saw Ailin's condition just now would think it was okay?
"It's really okay," the demon hunter sniffed the sudden scent of carnations. Because of the little priest's sudden approach and loud questioning, he instinctively took a half step back and quickly explained:
"I'm a demon hunter, not a human."

"The toxin in the potion will be metabolized quickly."

When Lisa heard this, she was stunned.

I am a demon hunter, not a human...

Demon hunters...are they no longer human?

(End of this chapter)