The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 140 I have a story, do you have wine?
Regis pointed to the shoulder bag he was carrying.

The herbal scent wafted from there.

"I come here to gather herbs and roots to bring back to my hut and refine into potions and elixirs."

"Aren't you afraid of wandering around this cemetery?" Maximus ran over from a distance. "What if there are monsters haunting the cemetery?"

Regis chuckled and spoke gently.

"Except for corpse-eating creatures, other monsters are not interested in cemeteries. Even ghouls wouldn't like bones that have been there for five hundred years, so there won't be any ghouls here."

"Also, I stay here for three months every summer, from June to September, that is, from the summer solstice to the autumnal equinox."

"I've been standing here perfectly fine until now. Isn't this the best proof that there are no ghouls?"

Regis' words left Maximus speechless.

But he was still wary of this place.

Regis seemed to see through Maximus's thoughts and said with a smile.

"If you don't mind, why don't you come to my cabin?"

"My summer home is small and humble, but there's a spring nearby and a stove inside. It's better than spending the night out in the open air, gentlemen. What do you think?"

……

Regis's summer residence was not far from the cemetery where they were.

It took less than ten minutes for the group to arrive at a small wooden house in the forest behind the cemetery.

The location of the cabin is quite hidden. Unless you go deep into the forest, it is difficult to find the cabin in the forest if you just pass by it.

"Come in, gentlemen. Don't be shy. Just treat this place as your own home."

The interior of the cabin was dim and filled with a warm, intoxicating aroma that tickled the nose.

The smell comes mainly from the bundles of herbs and plant roots hanging on the four walls.

There is not much furniture in the room.

It included a simple small bed and an old and worn table.

The small bed was also filled with herbs.

On the table were countless glassware, pottery and porcelain bottles.

The room was lit by a strange, round-bellied stove shaped like a bloated hourglass.

The faint light came from the charcoal fire burning inside.

The furnace was surrounded by a spiderweb of gleaming glass tubes of varying sizes.

Its shape is curved into arcs and spirals.

There was a wooden barrel placed under one of the glass tubes, into which some liquid was dripping.

The room is not big, but the equipment inside is more advanced than the equipment in the laboratory of Newburgh University.

There was no unified standard for this kind of experimental equipment in this era. If you wanted any kind of experimental equipment, you had to rely on your imagination and experience, fully depict it on the drawing, and then hand it over to the glass craftsman to make it.

"This is... a distiller, a still, and it's equipped with a distillation column and a condenser. Did you make this yourself, Mr. Barber?"

"Of course," Regis admitted modestly, "My job involves making elixirs, so I have to distill and extract the fifth element, etc."

Lynn and Geralt are both witchers.

A witcher's job also includes making potions.

The fifth element is also one of the alchemical materials for potions.

So what Regis said is still within their scope of cognition.

But Maximus couldn't understand these difficult and unfamiliar words.

He had an expression as if he was listening to something incomprehensible.

He could clearly understand every word the witcher and the barber said, but when they put them together as a sentence, he simply couldn't understand what they meant.

but……

He soon made a new discovery.

The Knight Errant stared at the liquid dripping from the glass tube without blinking.

He sniffed hard, then showed an intoxicated expression.

"Sir Regis, what is this, wine?"

Regis explained gently, "This is a distillate of mandrake, with belladonna and fermented starch added."

Maximus couldn't help licking his tongue: "Can I have a drink?"

"I'd be happy to let guests taste my masterpiece," Regis turned around and began to search, but after searching for a long time, he finally found only a measuring cup. "I'm sorry, this is the only container I have here that can be used for drinking."

Lin En took out four empty water bottles from his magic pattern leather bag: "I have some here."

Maximus took the measuring cup, carefully scooped the wine from the barrel, and poured it into the four jugs that Lynn handed him.

Of course he didn't fill all the kettles. Out of courtesy, he only filled each kettle about one-third full.

He took a shallow sip first.

Then his eyes widened immediately.

Then another big mouthful.

"This is the best wine I have ever tasted. Even the exclusive royal wine, Sangria, served exclusively to the Beauclair court, is not one-tenth as good as this."

"Master Linn, Master Geralt, you guys try it too."

He handed out the other three kettles and then said to the barber.

"Sir Regis, although I don't understand the technical terms you are using, I have heard of the price of mandrake. How much is this glass of wine? I will pay for it."

"Haha," the barber continued with his elegant and easygoing demeanor, "this is just an unfinished product of subpar quality. Besides, my meeting with you all tonight is entirely due to fate."

"So, let's not talk about the price. If you like, just drink as much as you want."

"But I won't let you try any stimulant drinks. My health has deteriorated significantly, and I've been forced to give up many...entertainments."

Seeing that Geralt seemed about to say something, he waved his hand and said, "Don't try to persuade me. This is a matter of principle. I never go against my principles."

Geralt said respectfully, "Your generosity and determination are something I admire and envy."

Lynn took a long sip of the Mandela wine in the kettle.

Maximus didn't compliment out of politeness.

This wine is neither choking nor irritating to the throat.

It's like nectar, giving people a light and airy feeling.

It was as if all the troubles in the world disappeared immediately.

This is absolutely a one-of-a-kind wine of this era.

Although Regis didn't mind, it was still not a good idea to just drink other people's wine.

So he took out fresh meat from the magic pattern leather bag.

After some operations, he handed the fragrant barbecue to several people.

He handed the largest portion to the barber.

"Please try it, Sir Regis. Although the ingredients used are not particularly rare, my cooking skills are not something that ordinary people can enjoy."

Regis took a bite and immediately smiled. "Well, I'm afraid even the Earl has never tasted such delicious barbecue. It really satisfies my appetite, young sir."

(End of this chapter)