The Witcher: Grinding Proficiency Starting with the Witcher

He rushed to the cave entrance and saw Brand leaning weakly against the stone wall, his hands tightly clutching his waist, blood constantly seeping from between his fingers.

Li Wei suddenly realized why the little mist demon had retreated back into the cave.

As it was fleeing, it ran right into Brand, who was rushing over. The narrow opening left it with nowhere to escape, and Brand blocked its way back.

Brand looked at Li Wei with his cat-like eyes, forcing a bitter smile at the corners of his mouth.

"Li Wei, are you alright?"

"Don't speak yet!"

Li Wei quickly stepped forward, pressed his hand against the wound, and helped him into the cave to lie down.

They quickly checked Brand's injuries.

On his left waist, there were three deep scratches, with the skin and flesh turned inside out, revealing white fat.

Fresh blood gushed out, and one could even vaguely see the writhing internal organs beneath it.

Levi hurriedly took Paul's bottle of recovery potion from his backpack.

He collapsed onto his wound, the intense pain contorting his face as he let out a suppressed gasp, nearly fainting.

Green dots of light gradually appeared on the wound, and the blood was rapidly congealing.

Seeing that the recovery potion had taken effect, Li Wei breathed a sigh of relief and put the remaining recovery potion to Brand's mouth.

Brand was pale and sweating profusely. He bit the bottle and drank the remaining two-thirds of the potion in one gulp.

Finally, he didn't even have the strength to spit out the glass tube; he just turned his head slightly and let the glass tube fall to the ground freely.

He took a deep breath, his voice trembling.

"Oh, by the goddess Marina... Levi, I feel much better."

Seeing that his body was trembling like a leaf, Li Wei didn't believe his nonsense.

Such a severe wound cannot be cured by recovery medication alone.

Moreover, the little mist demon's claws are definitely covered with countless bacteria.

Even a slight infection would mean not surviving until tomorrow.

"Brand, didn't I tell you to stay in the cave? Why did you come out?"

Brand was panting heavily, forcing out a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"When I saw Lauvin leave, saying he was going to rescue Lant... that guy always acted so high and mighty, no different from those illegitimate children born to noblemen and prostitutes, I felt something was off... hiss..."

He gasped in pain, turned to the side, and continued, "Then I heard fighting coming from your side. I called you but you didn't respond, so I came to help you."

"Where is that beast? Its claws are really sharp; it almost ripped my intestines out."

"If Turka knew we teamed up to kill a little mist demon, wouldn't he give me a second look?"

As he spoke, he looked at the little mist demon's ferocious head, a look of pleasure appearing in his cat-like eyes.

But when his gaze shifted, his pupils contracted sharply, and his lips began to tremble uncontrollably.

A horrified head lay on the ground, its short brown hair drooping, staring straight at him like a vengeful ghost.

"It's... Lan... Lant..."

Li Wei's voice was icy.

"Raven killed him, used the scent of Lant's head to lure the little mist demon, and then used it to harm me."

Upon hearing this, Brand's cat-like eyes flashed with anger, and he gritted his teeth.

"I knew it! I should have known!"

"He came in covered in blood, it was Lant's blood! How could he do this... hiss..."

"Don't get excited, Brand,"

Li Wei quickly patted his shoulder, "The wound that just stopped is about to burst open again."

Brand clenched his fists, his eyes filled with resentment.

He looked towards the cave entrance, where a beam of light was breaking through the misty world in the distance.

"Li Wei, look, the fog has lifted."

Li Wei turned his head and calculated the time; it was indeed close to noon.

"Can you move? I'll give you a quick bandage, and then we'll set off."

Brand hurriedly shook his head, "No...no no...Levi, I can't. If I move even a little, my whole body aches like it's going to fall apart."

"Don't worry about me, hurry to the mountaintop, go after Lao Wen! Beat him up! Kill him!"

He whispered in anguish.

Li Wei frowned, quickly rekindled the fire, and piled the remaining firewood next to Brand.

"You stay here and don't go anywhere."

"Once I see Turka, I will have him come to you immediately."

Brand nodded. "I have a recovery potion in my bag. You can take it."

Li Wei responded by taking out a recovery potion from his backpack and placing it beside him. He then tucked the backpack under his neck to make him more comfortable.

"Keep it for yourself. If you feel sleepy, drink it immediately and make sure you stay awake."

"I don't need this to deal with Lauwen."

"Just wait for my good news."

After saying that, Li Wei smiled at him.

Upon hearing this, Brand's eyes reddened, and he nodded heavily.

Levi stood up, put on his still slightly damp apprentice uniform, picked up the heads of Lant and the little mist demon, and dragged the little mist demon's body out of the cave.

Outside the cave, the sun shone brightly, and the wind rustled the branches.

With the terrifying fog gone, visibility was no longer obstructed, and it was clear that water ghosts were climbing ashore at Eagle Stream Lake not far away, devouring the corpses of their companions.

He took out an oil can from his backpack and poured the remaining carnivorous oil at the entrance of the cave to cover up the smell of blood inside and prevent the monster from entering.

After hiding the corpse of the little mist demon and the head of Lant in the bushes not far away, Levi raised his head, his gaze as fierce as a knife, sweeping towards the mountaintop.

"Lao Wen, it's time to settle our score."

He strode off and ran wildly towards the mountaintop.

……

The sun sets in the west.

Lao Wen finally stood atop Eagle Gorge, the cold wind whipping his golden hair, his expression contorted, his cat-like eyes sweeping across the gorge before him.

Directly below the canyon flows the ever-flowing Eagle Stream River, but it is now obscured by thick clouds.

Five thick iron chains, as thick as a thigh, span the canyon in the air.

He whispered breathlessly, "Almost there... If I just climb up these chains, I'll get that damn badge, and I can leave this place full of freaks!"

He greedily inhaled the crisp, cool air from the mountaintop, then turned to look at the path leading uphill behind him.

"Turka, Mavis, I'll show you what happens when you underestimate the Ferguson family!"

"And Li Wei, you lowly bastard, dying at the hands of the little mist demon is too good for you."

He snorted coldly and was about to turn around when his cat-like eyes suddenly widened in surprise.

At the end of the road leading up the mountain, a black-haired boy carrying a knight's sword slowly entered his line of sight.

The other person's lips were slightly parted, and they were constantly exhaling white, hot breath.

Lauwen was initially taken aback, then lowered his head slightly, his expression terrifyingly sinister.

When Li Wei saw Lao Wen again, he merely pursed his lips, spat contemptuously on the ground, and gripped the hilt of his sword behind his back with his right hand.

"Zzzzt!"

The knight's sword was drawn, gleaming coldly in the afterglow of the setting sun.