The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 31 Eskar

Aiskar looked at the black-haired boy walking towards him, his expression still indifferent.

But that fierce tone of voice also carried a hint of joy.

"Arwen."

He looked her up and down, and said succinctly, "You've grown taller."

Alwin shrugged. In the two years since he started growing, he had grown from a short man of 1.6 meters to nearly 1.8 meters.

As for Escal, he doesn't yet have the obvious scar on his face that he had in The Witcher.

He has brown hair and features that bear some resemblance to Geralt, but he is much taller than the latter.

"Hmph..."

Heavy breathing came from behind Eskar.

Alwin looked in the direction of the sound.

It was a dark brown stallion, its nostrils flaring with hot air, constantly stamping its feet, clearly uncomfortable with the thorns in the bushes.

"Scorpion."

Aiskar tugged at the reins, indicating that this was the stallion's name.

Alwin stepped forward and ruffled the "scorpion's" mane, and the latter licked its lips comfortably.

"Let's go back to Kaer Mohen."

The two walked side by side along the riverbank.

Aiskar looked at the messy ground, lifted his toes, and turned the disheveled head face up.

His gaunt, grotesque face was marred by decaying teeth stained with blood.

The neat cut on his neck made Eskar's cat-like eyes shrink.

"Swamp witch".

He turned to look at Alwin, his tone surprised.

"You killed him?"

Alwin hummed in agreement.

How old are you now?

"The sixteenth is the birthday of May Day."

Eskar raised an eyebrow. "I couldn't do that at your age."

Alwin stepped on the muddy ground.

"Winter is just around the corner after the autumnal equinox. The snow on the Blue Mountains has already covered the mountainsides, and the White Stone River has entered its dry season."

"Doesn't the 'Monster Chronicle' say that the swamp witch is the wife of a water ghost?"

"If a large section of the riverbed hadn't dried up, I wouldn't have dared to come here."

Aiskar glanced at the surrounding water ghost corpses and curled his lip.

Folklore also says that the swamp witch was a nymph who fell in love with a human and was abandoned.

"These are all folk superstitions. You and I should both know that they are products of the convergence of the celestial spheres."

Alwin nodded seriously.

The celestial bodies meet.

Simply put, 1500 years ago, different dimensions of the world collided on this continent.

This brought forth dwarves, elves, humans...

It also brought with it monsters such as water ghosts, ghouls, and dragons.

As for the nymph, it is a kind of water fairy, said to be a spirit transformed from nature.

amount……

Arwen glanced at the swamp witch's ugly face and shook his head.

No matter how you look at it, it has absolutely nothing to do with Nymph.

Aiskar crouched down and drew a steel dagger from the scabbard beside his right thigh.

He reached out and pried open the swamp witch's mouth, and a putrid stench wafted out.

Neither of them reacted. Eskar used the tip of his knife to pry off one of the swamp witch's fangs and placed it in his palm.

He gestured to Alwin, who immediately opened his pouch and put the tooth inside.

"The swamp witch's teeth are valuable; we can't waste them."

"Master Vesemir once said that its canine teeth, combined with strong liquor and cypress stems and fruits, can be used to brew the 'Swamp Witch's Decoction,' which, when consumed, increases adrenaline and temporarily enhances one's strength."

Eskar's tone was appreciative.

"The old man is still as wise as ever. How is he now?"

Alvin fastened his pouch. "Great! I snored like a ton of bricks after eating a whole roasted lamb leg yesterday at noon."

"Heh... Where's Geralt?"

"I came down the mountain around the spring equinox last year."

Escal was silent for a while. As Geralt's childhood friend, he was still looking forward to reuniting with him.

After cleaning up the mess, they tied the five water ghost heads to the saddle of "Scorpion".

The two men and one horse followed the "killer's path" up the mountain. The temperature dropped sharply, and the cold wind kept blowing in through their clothes, making the surrounding hawthorn bushes and nettles rustle.

Passing through a crevice in a granite wall, the view suddenly opens up.

A massive castle sits amidst the ruins.

The two walked across the suspension bridge and through the dilapidated arcade.

Kyle Mohan’s front yard.

Vesemir was counting the large metal crates, and five tall figures had already gathered around him.

"Da da da..."

The horseshoes of the "scorpion" clanged against the stone slab.

The group turned around in unison, their eerie cat eyes gleaming in the dim light.

Vesemir stood up, strode over to the brown-haired witcher, and gave him a bear hug.

"Eskar, welcome home."

Aiskar hugged him back tightly.

"I rushed back as soon as I received your message."

"I'm so glad to see you still so energetic."

"Ha ha……"

Arwen then removed the water ghost's head from the saddle and walked toward the apprentice.

Paul flexed his wrist, which was gloved with silver studs.

"Only five water ghosts this time, Alwyn?"

Aiken and the others also peered over.

Over the course of two years, everyone has tempered their youthful impetuosity and become much more mature.

Arwen placed the water ghost's head into a salt jar for preservation next to the stable.

Beside him are many other works, all masterpieces created in the past two years.

You could say that Kaer Mohen might lack this or that, but he would never lack dried-out water ghost brains.

"Are you all ready?"

"Yes, we're waiting for you to come back."

Aiken looked up, revealing his eerie green cat eyes.

Alwin took a deep breath and wiped his hands.

On the autumnal equinox, the memories of two years of training are still vivid.

The trial in the high mountains has finally come to an end.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Eskar, Vesemir immediately got down to business.

"Come here, everyone."

Arwin Aiken stood firmly in front of Vesemir.

Vesemir surveyed the group. The apprentices' faces showed excitement and hesitation, but not fear.

This made him very satisfied and proud.

"I won't say anything more. Whether you can become Witchers depends on your performance from now on."

"Remember, start from the White Stone River and reach the Elemental Ring at the top of 'Troll' Mountain before midnight tomorrow night."

"Now, organize your equipment. Each of you will have a silver sword. Alwin, you can use your old one."

Vesemir turned the tin box in front of him towards the apprentice.

"One bottle of ghoul sword oil, one bottle of [Swallow] potion, one bottle of [Cat] potion, and some dry food."

Alwin and the others acted quickly, restocking their supplies from the metal crate.

Vesemir said, "Also, check each other's leather armor. Make sure your belts are fastened, so your pants don't fall down when you're being chased by the water ghosts."

Everyone chuckled, but their hands still instinctively began to check.

"Are you ready?"

"Ready!"

The apprentice's voice was strong and clear as it lingered above Kaer Mohan.

Vesemir's expression was solemn as his gaze carefully swept over the faces of the five people in front of him, as if he wanted to memorize their features into the depths of his soul.

After a moment's hesitation, he uttered two words.

"Set off."