Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1404 1376. Injection
Ignoring how Lincoln was looking for another swordsmanship coach for the Knights of Embers outside the tower, Lan and Geralt had already arrived at the warehouse where the Knights stored medicinal herbs.

Due to the storage requirements of medicinal materials, this room has poor lighting, and ventilation, and quicklime is sprinkled in the four corners of the house as a desiccant.

As soon as the two demon hunters opened the door and walked in, they saw a lazy and graceful figure who had already started sorting medicinal herbs.

Triss was sitting on a chair. She was not wearing the skirt she wore yesterday. In fact, that skirt no longer met the standards for being wearable. Lan En had to clarify that Triss had gone crazy and tore it into pieces herself last night.

The sorceress now looked like a plump, burgundy rose bathed in morning dew.

She was wearing one of Lan's shirts. The shirt was so large that the hem hung down on the sorceress's plump and slender thighs, making her look like she was wearing a short skirt.

Lan En didn't know whether he was cold or not dressed like this on this early autumn morning.

The school badges on the chests of the two demon hunters were shaking, and all kinds of medicinal herbs were flying around in the room and were sorted out.

Triss is good at using the levitation spell. Although she is allergic to potions, she is also a well-known magic potion producer.

The job of advisor to the Temeria royal family gave her power, but in terms of pure funding, if she didn't have any projects in the kingdom that needed funding, the fixed salary might not be as much as she could earn on her own.

"These medicinal herbs are of very good quality." Triss said without turning her head. "From what I can see, at least a quarter of the Knights' monthly funds are used to collect materials, right?"

"Indeed, it seems that you are very clear about the prices of medicinal herbs on the market."

Lan said as he walked behind the chair where Triss was sitting.

He bent down naturally, and Triss raised her hands naturally.

The sorceress hooked her hands around the witcher's neck and pulled him down, while she tilted her head back, and the two of them kissed each other stickyly.

"Oh~ for the plague's sake!" An unbearable complaint came from the door.

Before Lan could say anything, Triss responded without any hesitation.

"What are you 'oh' about there, Geralt?"

The sorceress licked her lips savoringly, then turned her head away with a sneer.

"What did you and Yennefer do in front of me? I didn't say anything!"

The white wolf put his hands upright in front of his chest, indicating that he couldn't afford to offend him, and he didn't talk back, so just let him go.

Triss had been right when she had pushed Lan into the house yesterday.

The Knights of Embers had been planning for this day for a long time, and every month they would set aside a portion of the Knights' funds issued by the Temerian Templar Council to purchase large quantities of medicinal herbs.

The raw materials for the [Green Grass Trial] were mixed among many other materials and collected one by one.

Last night, those Embers Knights who were not selected into the ten places came over spontaneously to help process the herbs.

With two demon hunters and a sorceress present, it was convenient to just make the first [Trial of Herbs] potion.

It took about half an hour to prepare a portion of [Mother's Tears], [Wild Rye Juice] and [Thatch Juice].

However, as the steps of making the potion were completed one by one, the relaxed expressions of the two demon hunters gradually disappeared.

Finally, when the potion set for [Trial of Green Grass] was completely completed, only seriousness remained on Lan and Geralt's faces.

No one knows the pain and despair of this mutation better than the demon hunters who have actually experienced the Trial of Green Grass.

Although Lan En has already made a matching [Big Eater Vitality] that can save the lives of mutants.

But the pain will never be weakened.

When the potion was halfway made, Triss had already sensed something from the change in the atmosphere.

She turned and went out, and when she reappeared after the potion was ready, she was already wearing a smart hunting outfit that allowed her to move around in easily, and her burgundy hair was neatly tied up into a bun at the back of her head.

The two demon hunters no longer wanted to talk at this time. Lan En silently walked out of the door with three round-bottom flasks containing red, blue and colorless potions.

The three of them turned a few corners in the tower and entered a large room that had obviously just been cleared.

On the floor made of thick bricks, you can see the blank and abrupt traces left by furniture that was placed there for a long time and then dragged away.

Berengar had already arrived here a long time ago. The old witcher had a serious expression on his face, and his dark-circled eyes were carefully examining the restraint bed he had just made.

Solid wood, steel handcuffs, shackles and fixings.

Stuart stood calmly beside the restraint bed, wearing a surgical gown with only a linen cloth covering the front of his body.

Surgery, medical treatment... When it comes to talking about these things, there is no room for considerations such as "decency or not".

Finally, after patting the restraint bed with a complicated expression, Berengar chuckled. The emotions in this laugh were too complicated, and after the laugh, there was a sigh. There was pity, fear, sadness, and understanding. It was so difficult to tell which emotion dominated.

But what the old witcher said after sighing had nothing to do with those.

He only said, "Ordinary people have strict hygiene requirements to avoid wound infection. But since you want to be a demon hunter, you should first get used to the taste of blood being more poisonous than bacteria in the environment."

The Demon Hunter's mutation doesn't matter whether it's infected or not.

Because the first step in their mutation process is to use viruses to penetrate the mutant's immune system, shutting down this native system and making it easier for subsequent drugs to carry out drastic mutations on the body.

When the transformation is completed, the demon hunter's extraordinary resistance will be rebuilt under the effect of the potion.

Not to mention the bacteria and viruses in the normal environment.

Stuart knew very well that he was already familiar with the mutation process of the demon hunter.

He was originally a leading young man in the Cintra army, but his disabled body held him back in the past two years.

During the past two years, he has been eagerly absorbing the knowledge of the demon hunter, about alchemy, about the mutation that can give him a new life!
So at this moment, his hand was also stroking the restraint bed that Berengar had hastily made.

His touch was very gentle, not like he was touching a 'torture device' that would bind him, but rather like he was touching some kind of hope.

Yes, in the eyes of demon hunters, there is nothing more suitable to be called a "punishment" than the [Trial of Green Grass].

But Stuart calmed down completely after seeing Lan come in with three round-bottom flasks.

He didn't say anything else, but with trembling fingers, he took off his iron chin.

Suddenly, a face that was even more hideous than before and could be described as even more ugly and disgusting appeared in front of Lan En and the others.

At that time, A'dal ep Darcy tortured Stuart and his father in an execution-style manner in front of Lan, just to anger the witcher and make himself feel good at the same time.

Stuart was still alive, but half of his face had been smashed by the iron scepter.

Eritusari, the crystal cultivation project led by Lan, and the magic of the sorceress saved his life, but he refused to save his face.

He refused to forget this face unless he was completely reborn.

The face of the Sintra man, who was originally handsome but a little cold, now has a large sunken area under his jaw.

The proliferation of scar tissue made the gap even more terrifying.

The removed iron chin was stained with saliva, and because of the depression of the mandible, part of Stuart's tongue was exposed.

The root of the tongue is much thicker than the front end, and the blood vessels are more prominent, flipping in the moist and incomplete mouth.

But no one present reacted to Stuart's face.

It's as if this face is still the same as before.

"I am ready."

Because he had lost his iron jaw, Stuart's speech was difficult and slurred.

He struggled to climb onto the restraint bed with his disabled legs.

"Damn it." Geralt, who was standing at the end, suddenly cursed in a low voice in the silence. No one knew what he was cursing or who he was cursing.

He turned and walked out of the room as if he wanted to escape.

Berengar almost showed the same intention, but finally stayed.

The feeling of [Trial of Green Grass] was so excruciating that the old demon hunter almost felt phantom pain in his body while observing his apprentice's mutation.

The phantom pain in the body was secondary. The more important thing was the self-flagellation in the mind and morality when watching the apprentice suffer in agony.

If it was a veteran like Vesemir, then his mentality would probably be okay.

But Berengar doesn't have as much experience as Vesemir.

Triss looked nervous, this was the first time for her, or the first time in more than a hundred years that a warlock had been able to participate in the process of a witcher's mutation.

After Kaer Morhen was breached, the cooperative relationship between the witchers and the warlocks also collapsed, and the trust between the two was broken.

Only Lan En's expression remained unchanged.

He kicked the infusion stand that had been prepared long ago to the side of the restraint bed. Three round-bottom flasks were hung upside down on it. The special flask stoppers could be directly connected to the injection tube.

(End of this chapter)