The Creators: From Night City

Of course, these were all lies and clichés. As soon as Jiang Bing entered the village, he knew that there was only one old horse in the barn. After all, the village was so small that it could be seen at a glance.

The other party wanted to say something to pave the way for the next big talk, but was interrupted by a villager standing at the door.

"Village chief, the demon hunter is back and is looking for you."

So the village chief had no choice but to confess his crime and leave.

"Something is wrong." Villetta sat cross-legged in the living room made of wood and straw, looking at the village chief's office and bedroom on the left.

A finely crafted oak table held several ledgers and books, a quill and inkstone were placed in the corner, and a carved chair matched it.

The wall behind the desk is decorated with an elk skull, two twisted cast iron lampposts are placed on each side, and a thick large carpet is laid under the desk.

"Looking at the current situation of this village, the village chief can't afford these things." The sorceress was very keen to discover the contradiction.

"Those carpets alone cost hundreds of kroner. That's not something a farmer digging in the dirt can afford."

Jiang Bing walked slowly forward and stood at the door of the village chief's office. He stared at it for a long time, then suddenly stretched out his cane and tapped lightly on the carpet under the desk.

"Dong dong dong."

Even through the thick carpet, the heavy cane still made a hollow drum-like echo.

Jiang Bing grinned, "It seems that this village chief is still hiding some little secrets."

"Aren't you curious?" Seeing Jiang Bing coming back, Violetta couldn't help but ask.

"Whether he is a spy or an undercover agent, it has little to do with us, and I have no interest in getting involved in the mess of the Civil War." Jiang Bing thought about these conditions briefly and came to the most likely conclusion.

"This is different from what we agreed on before!"

A quarrel suddenly broke out in the open space outside the door.

The demon hunter from the cat school spoke fiercely and threw a fresh deer-headed demon's head at the feet of the village chief.

"Sir, there are wars everywhere now, and our children have nothing to eat. We really can't come up with this money. Gods, please have mercy on us."

"Then why didn't you tell me before you started working that it was only 12 crowns? Are you treating beggars badly? I warn you, it's best to stick to the agreed amount."

The cat-faction witcher lifted his hood, revealing a face with a huge scar. The long scar was swollen with blood due to the anger of its owner, making it look extremely hideous.

"Of course, of course, Master Witcher." The village chief was intimidated by the other party's ferocious face. He lowered his head and compromised submissively: "To avoid the soldiers' plunder, we have hidden some gold in the cowshed. It is enough to pay off your commission. Please come with me to get it."

The witcher nodded in satisfaction, and before taking a step forward, he calmly glanced with his yellow cat eyes at the duo who were quietly waiting in the village chief's house. Curiosity appeared on his face, but he quickly suppressed it in his heart.

"It seems that the job of a witcher is not easy. I wonder what Geralt will do when he encounters this situation." Jiang Bing sighed as he looked at the mercenary conflict in front of him that was full of the atmosphere of 'medieval' life.

"The Butcher of Blaviken," the sorceress said, referring to Geralt's nickname on the road. "I'm not sure anyone would dare owe him wages."

"That's not necessarily true," Jiang Bing retorted with a smile, as if he had thought of something amusing. "The farmers who dig in the dirt all day just to fill their stomachs and their short-sighted village chiefs don't have enough insight to understand who the 'Butcher of Blaviken' is. When faced with an opportunity to save money, they will always try their best to take advantage of it."

"After all," Jiang Bing said, looking at the sorceress who hadn't worried about her life most of the time, spreading his hands, and added, "Poverty breeds evil schemes, and wealth breeds conscience."

Just as he was about to discuss with the other party the relationship between individual wealth differences and social constraints, several wails and screams reached Jiang Bing's ears.

The sound was blocked by several walls and was some distance away from the two of them. If Jiang Bing had not been quite sharp-eyed and sharp-eared, he might have missed it.

"It seems that something unexpected happened on the witcher's debt collection journey." Jiang Bing took the sorceress out of the door and took two quick steps in the direction of the sound. A bloody smell rushed into his nostrils.

It was heavy bleeding, and it would have taken at least two people's aortas to pump out such a large amount of blood in such a short time.

In a small village like Holloton, cow sheds are usually mixed with horse stables, and they are often built together into a village collective barn.

In this rather large barn, a battle of equal strength was taking place.

A cat school witcher who had just been stabbed in the back and was slightly injured was facing a gangster who was a newly converted villager and was holding a pitchfork.

The pitchfork is a good thing. Not only is it a long weapon with an inch-long first-mover advantage, but it has also been used for years to dig the ground, organize thatch, wheat straw, peanuts, sweet potato seedlings, fork livestock feed, and even shovel animal manure, completing the enchantment ritual of tetanus and toxins. It can be said to be the best weapon among the best.

It is indeed an epic weapon that once stabbed to death the world-famous witcher master Geralt the White Wolf.

However, the fork is a good fork, but the person who uses it is a waste.

Shocked by the corpses of his two companions lying on the ground with blood gushing out of their aortas, he was visibly falling into increasing panic.

In an armed confrontation, panic means death.

The injured cat-faction witcher just feinted a downward attack and easily tricked the opponent into hastily blocking it.

The injury on his waist did not affect his agility at all. As he retracted his arms and jumped as nimbly as a mountain cat, the steel sword in his hand slid down from the hayfork and gently stroked the opponent's neck.

Facing an unarmored enemy, such an attack is enough.

The sharp blade easily cut through the skin and flesh, severing the carotid artery. Amidst the splattering blood, the newly minted thug suddenly fell to the ground, the rapid and massive blood loss was quickly taking his life.

"You have good skills in fighting and swordsmanship. You are quick, accurate and ruthless." Jiang Bing commented scathingly.

However, his praise did not elicit a response from the demon hunter. Instead, he raised his sword again and cast a pair of cruel eyes, yellow with bloodshot veins, at Jiang Bing.

Mainly aimed at his neck.

Chapter 338: The Craftsman's Barehand Training

Obviously, due to the defects of the Cat School's mutation process, this demon hunter, who was already emotionally sensitive and irritable, had fallen into a bloodthirsty frenzy and lost most of his sanity after experiencing betrayal, attacks, injuries, escapes from death, confrontations and killings in a short period of time.

Commonly known as being high.

"Let me make it clear in advance that although I have no interest in getting involved in the dirty business between you creditors and debtors, if you do anything irrational, don't blame me for not warning you in advance."

But how could a person who is blinded by anger listen to reason? The other party is like a prisoner who has just been released from prison and whose big head is controlled by his small head, or like a middle-aged man who has taken sildenafil and the drug has taken effect. The arrow is on the string and must be shot.

So the insane demon hunter did a beautiful spin, dancing the steel sword in his hand into a protective death circle, trying to approach Jiang Bing while forcing the other party to choose to parry, seize the initiative, and pave the way for the subsequent deadly attack.

Unfortunately, the person he met was Jiang Bing.

A Qiqihar kick accurately caught the opponent's rotation and hit the opponent's chest with lightning speed. The huge force almost squeezed the witcher's eyeballs out.

He was like the polyurethane-covered football in the final penalty shootout of the World Cup, kicked hard with a world-class goal, breaking through the wooden livestock fence and imprinted on the innermost wooden wall of the livestock shed.

"It's flashy." Super Jiang gave his evaluation.

The man slowly slid down the wall, and a large amount of blood spurted out of his mouth. The demon hunter's violent state was directly dispelled by Jiang Bing's kick.

As his mind returned to normal, the pain made him grimace.

"Awake?" Jiang Bing and Violetta surrounded him, but did not make any other moves.

Seeing that the two men had no intention of taking further action, the witcher had no intention of fighting with his sick body.

"Who are you?"

"You two are just passersby. To be honest, we really don't want to get involved in your feud with them."

Jiang Bing pointed at the three dead bodies lying on the ground, one of whom was holding a bloody pitchfork.

"But it's very difficult for me to deal with you when you come up and start yelling at us to kill."

The other party moved his fingers with difficulty and reached into the leather bag at his waist, but suddenly remembered that the witcher potion used for healing had been used up in the previous battle, and he had not had time to mix it yet. He couldn't help but laugh at himself.

This action further aggravated his injury, causing the corners of his mouth to twitch uncontrollably.

The villagers also heard the noise and gathered around the barn, whispering to each other.

"Are you going to hand me over?" These short ten seconds made the demon hunter fully realize the damage caused by the kick he received. He endured the severe pain in his lungs and gave up resistance.

"No." Jiang Bing answered his question immediately.

"The truth of the matter is obvious. I still have simple moral values."

"I'm on your side in this matter." Seeing the other party's confused expression, Jiang Bing changed the subject, "But we have to deal with your attack on me separately."

"Murderer!" the crowd started shouting.

"You killed Steen and the others, you murderers."

"Sobimir, Sobimir is dead..."

"Round them up and don't let them get away."

"Witch, that woman must be a witch. Hand them over to the witch hunters, and they will definitely get a reward."

For a moment, the crowd was excited. Everyone was holding farm tools in their hands, and they were talking harshly, but no one dared to step forward. They were just like a mob.

Jiang Bing turned his head and looked at this group of innocent or not innocent people.

"Shut up!"

The oppression of the superiors swept away, the air suddenly condensed, and a group of people closed their mouths like quails with their throats strangled.

Jiang Bing had no intention of making any excuses to this group of people. Instead, he turned to the sorceress and said, "Heal his wounds and don't let him die."

Jiang Bing threw a bulging purse onto the ground, making a wonderful sound of coins colliding.

"Don't get me wrong, this is just money to buy the horse. If anyone wants to do it, hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

Facts have proved that the reason why a mob is called a mob is that they just shout when something happens, but when something really happens, no one dares to step forward.

The witcher was held in Jiang Bing's hand, and Vileta led the nag horse. The three of them successfully left the village under the watchful eyes of the villagers, heading north all the way until they reached a river and stopped.

"Have you finished your healing potion?"

Jiang Bing searched through the bag of the witcher who had been promoted to a prisoner, but found that the other party was extremely poor.

There was nothing else in the bag except a few bombs, a few bottles of elementary killer whale, white honey, thunder, and a crossbow with no arrows.

"Oh, I'm a cat-faction witcher who's hated by everyone. I'm not a noble lord like you who has too much money to spend."

"White Lafarde decoction, Gadwall, you don't have any on you, Manyue, but when you go out, don't you have two bottles of Swallow?"

Faced with the other party's sarcasm, Jiang Bing sighed deeply and immediately began to counterattack in a sarcastic tone.

"You're having a really bad time." Jiang Bing said this with great emotion.

The witcher immediately fell into autism, just lying quietly on the ground, accepting Villetta's spell treatment.

Although magic can be said to be omnipotent, Viletta's level is limited.

Jiang Bing could only resort to other means.

Fortunately, the wild medicinal herbs in this world grow abundantly, and the rich chaotic magic power breeds countless "natural treasures" on the earth.

Due to the lack of means of utilization, these "magic herbs" grow like weeds on the roadside.

Of course, some of the raw materials will grow on the monsters.

Jiang Bing walked less than a hundred meters along the river when he found a nest of water ghosts. After some friendly communication, he returned to Viletta with four fresh water ghost heads.

The witcher's injuries improved with the sorceress's care, but he still couldn't sit up.

Crush the soil ball and aconite to extract the juice, add the dwarven liquor in the witcher's bag and mix it. Add a small amount of chaos magic, ignite a flame, and directly roast the wine bottle to heat and catalyze it, forming the base solution needed to make the advanced swallow potion.

Grind the petals of the white clover flower into a paste, mix it with the freshly taken water ghost brain tissue, add it into the base solution in appropriate proportion, mobilize magic power for catalysis, and hold the bottle containing the raw materials of the potion over the fire to manually rotate and heat it to react.

When the substance in the bottle returned to calm from boiling, a bottle of emerald green, crystal clear, flawless, and crystal-clear high-grade swallow potion that seemed to reflect starlight was easily prepared.

Of course, this is from the perspective of a 'craftsman'.

Chapter 339: Changing Route

The cat-faction witcher who witnessed the whole process would have almost kneeled down to Jiang Bing if he had not been unable to stand up due to the pain.

In the wild, there were no weighing tools, no mixing tables, no reactors, no alchemical crucibles, and even no extraction tools. He watched Jiang Bing squeeze the juice with his bare hands, shake the bottle to mix it, and build a bonfire with branches. All the raw materials were torn and stuffed into the bottle casually, and then shaken out a bottle of high-level swallow juice that he had only seen in books.

unarmed!!

His world is about to fall.

As the strength of existence and composition increases, Jiang Bing's "craftsman" status gives him more and more outrageous hands-on ability. Operations like this are no longer the upper limit of Jiang Bing's hands-on ability, at best they can only be regarded as warm-ups.

Since the Cat School split from the Witcher Cult, the talents of the Cat School have gradually declined over time, and later they were further dispersed into small groups, causing all Witchers to become increasingly miserable, and they no longer have any high-level talents proficient in alchemy.

This also led to the fact that most of the Cat School witchers, including the witcher in front of him, basically only mastered a few simple and common potion-making methods, and they were all elementary versions.

"What do you call it?"

Jiang Bing stuffed the bottle of dwarven liquor, which contained half a bottle of advanced swallow potion, into the other person's hand, signaling him to take a sip quickly.

"Gaitan" felt the goodwill conveyed by Jiang Bing's series of actions, and the demon hunter couldn't help but relax his tit-for-tat attitude.

"Judging from your skillful potion-making movements, are you also a demon hunter?"

Gaitan immediately denied himself after saying this, "No, your eyes are just like a normal person's. Then how can you make witcher potions?"

Jiang Bing looked at the other person and just smiled.