Allen avoided Vesemir's complex gaze.
He pretended not to see anything, lowering his head to study the patterns on elsa's sword sheath.
He was so serious it was as if the ultimate truth of the universe was hidden within those patterns.
Vesemir's gaze turned back, and he looked at the future of the Wolf School with a headache.
Platinum, dark red, emerald green.
Three pairs of round cat eyes glued their gaze to Vesemir's face.
"The School didn't say teaching apprentices meant paying out of pocket, did it?" Vesemir thought to himself.
The probability of a second apprentice being able to kill a Water Hag with a steel sword was almost zero.
But what if?
He didn't have a second "elsa."
As for breaking an oath?
Even Cat School Witchers wouldn't be so despicable!
Before he could think of a solution, the chief spoke up:
"You can!"
"As long as you kill a Water Hag with a steel sword, my Silver Sword is yours."
"But there's only one," Hughs asked innocently, "There are three of us."
The chief smiled and said, "Of course, whoever kills it first, it's theirs."
Hughs was about to ask again.
The other apprentices were already scrambling to jump in front of Vesemir.
Vesemir breathed a sigh of relief, nodded gratefully to the chief, and then arranged the order.
If it weren't for the chief's intervention, he would have almost pulled out Leto's Silver Sword.
The farce ended, and the practical combat class got back on track.
Seeing that everyone's attention was on the training ground, Allen breathed a sigh of relief, then silently chanted in his mind:
"Panel."
The translucent panel unfolded, and a whole column of system messages came into view.
Looking at the detailed scoring rules for the reward settlement, Allen suddenly felt like he was playing a game in his previous life, settling a dungeon.
Materials, experience beads, and treasure chests; it still looked like a third-rate game.
Recalling things on Blue Star, Allen sighed.
The life of a wage slave was tiring, but at least it was safe.
Living in the Witcher world, who knew what tomorrow held?
Monsters?
Sorceresses?
Or a pitchfork from behind?
Shivering, Allen composed himself and refocused his attention on the panel.
Although he didn't know how the hunting demon handbook judged the Water Hag's level, judging from the content of the reward settlement.
Allen could roughly determine: an evaluation of a "Monster Hunt."
First, a basic evaluation was given based on whether the monster was killed.
Then, bonus points were added based on the level difference between the monster and Allen, the method of killing, and the completion of the task.
The final number of spoils was related to the level of evaluation.
However,
Drowner Heart Essence?
What was this thing for?
[Do you want to use "Drowner Heart Essence"?]
A prompt box popped up as Allen thought.
Allen:?
Can it be used directly?
With some hesitation, Allen thought for a few seconds before choosing to use it.
Instantly, a cold liquid flowed down his throat and into his esophagus.
A warm current surged from his stomach, spreading throughout his body along his blood vessels.
The fatigue from fighting the Water Hag was instantly swept away.
His physical state was as if he had returned to before the battle.
No.
It was even better than before the battle.
He opened the character panel with his mind.
[Name: Allen]
[Age: 13]
[Title: Child of Miracles]
[Level: 1]
[Health: 94% Stamina: 54 / 54]
[Attributes: Strength 5.2 (+0.1), Agility 5.3, Constitution 5.4 (+0.2), Perception 6.9, Mystery 3.1]
[Special Skills: Witcher LV1, Appraisal LV1]
[Skills: Wolf School Two-Handed Sword LV1 (0 / 100)]
[Evaluation: Weak!!!]
Hmm!!!
Both Strength and Constitution increased!
Allen looked closely again, confirming that the increase in Strength and Constitution was not an illusion.
Although it was only an increase of 0.3, Water Hags were the most common monsters in this world.
No matter which School of Witcher, ninety percent of the first commissions they accepted were for these ugly creatures.
One Water Hag increased attributes by 0.3 points; ten could increase attributes by three points.
And there were tens of thousands of Water Hags in this world.
If he killed twenty or thirty Water Hags, would the trial still be difficult?
Thinking of the High Mountain Trial, Allen felt as if he had been doused with cold water, quickly calming down.
What was the use of having so many Water Hags in the world if he was an apprentice who couldn't leave Kaer Morhen?
However,
The tangible increase in attributes still gave Allen a glimmer of hope under the death threat of the High Mountain Trial.
Continuing to look down.
Allen found that the Wolf School Two-Handed Sword had not gained any experience.
Was this because the Skill was used for too short a time, or could it only be improved with small experience orbs?
The hunting demon handbook did not respond.
Seeing this, he changed his mind:
"That's right, after all, the original body practiced Two-Handed Sword for nearly ten years to reach LV1."
"How could there be any change in just this short amount of time?"
Allen thought for a moment, didn't dwell on it, and continued to sort out his gains.
After continuously using 10 small experience orbs, the Wolf School Two-Handed Sword directly leveled up by one.
His whole body's muscles twitched slightly, and some new knowledge appeared in his mind.
In a trance.
Allen felt as if he had practiced swordsmanship for two years under the guidance of a Witcher Master, and then undergone a year of practical combat.
His overall coordination and efficiency in using strength had greatly improved.
At the same time, his character level on the panel also increased by one.
"Ah!"
A scream interrupted Allen's recollection.
Allen looked up.
Not far away, a steel sword lay quietly on the ground.
The first apprentice had been defeated.
Leto was expressionless, carrying him as he walked towards Allen.
The apprentice's dust-stained face was full of unwillingness and disbelief.
His right arm hung limply, it should have been dislocated.
"Allen," Hughs nervously picked at the small stones on the ground, asking with some surprise and uncertainty, "How did you do it before?"
Allen was about to brush him off when Vesemir called out a name:
"Next, Bunt."
Following the sound, Allen found Vesemir teasing the Water Hag.
It was indeed teasing.
Without even drawing his steel sword, Vesemir relied solely on his footwork to dodge the Water Hag's attacks while steadily holding the monster's aggro.
As expected of a Witcher Master.
Allen thought.
Then, with a flash of inspiration, he used Appraisal on Vesemir.
[Name: Vesemir]
[Attributes: Strength 46, Agility 57, Constitution 65, Perception 70, Mystery 41]
What kind of monster was this, to be so terrifying?
Allen couldn't help but gasp.
The lowest Strength attribute was 46, nine times Allen's.
One should know that although "Allen" was only 13 years old, his physical quality after the Grass Trial must have reached the level of an ordinary person in his previous life, and even in all aspects, he was much stronger than his previous life's body which often had to work overtime and drink.
In his astonishment, Allen used the Skill to scan several other Witchers.
[Name: Leto]
[Attributes: Strength 28, Agility 34, Constitution 57, Perception 61, Mystery 15]
The attributes of adult Witchers were all similar to Leto's.
Even the lowest one had a Strength of over twenty.
"Are Witchers in the game this strong?" Allen fell into contemplation.
If their attributes were so strong, how could a Witcher be killed by a farmer's pitchfork?