The Witcher: Grinding Proficiency Starting with the Witcher

The ice and snow melt, and the grass grows and the birds fly.

The heavy iron gates of the Witcher's Castle slowly rose, announcing the end of the long winter that had kept it isolated from the outside world.

Inside the assembly tent, Li Wei, carrying two swords on his back, was carefully inspecting the items in his baggage.

Swallow eye drops, cat eye drops...

Beast oil, carnivore oil, high-grade cursed oil...

And star grass in a glass jar.

Turka walked to his side, his pale golden cat eyes filled with relief, his expression like that of an old father watching his child about to embark on a long journey.

"Are the potion and sword oil ready?"

"Ready."

The two embraced silently.

Turka carefully examined the young man who was almost as tall as him and took something out of his pocket.

Li Wei looked closely and saw that it was an antique gray stone ring.

"This is what I hid in your swaddling clothes when I found you in Orton."

Turka said slowly, "I've examined this ring. It doesn't have any magical fluctuations, nor is it engraved with any family crest."

"But I always felt that you had something extraordinary about you."

"An ordinary farming family could not produce a child as strong as you."

Li Wei took the square stone ring, which had an irregular circular groove on its surface.

He narrowed his eyes, and his [Magic Perception] was quietly activated, finding nothing unusual.

Orton…

"The map Victor gave me shows that it's a country west of Flac, and one of the three major powers in the north."

He held the stone ring in his palm, not particularly concerned about finding his family.

After all, there was no such feeling.

"Li Wei, it's time to go!"

Ashel walked in, wearing a brand-new set of leather armor, his face filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Having lived here for three years, I've long wanted to go out and explore the world.

Ashel saw Turka and went up to hug him.

The latter patted him on the back and advised, "Son, don't be stubborn in everything, and listen to Cahill more often."

"I understand, Turka."

There is a tradition among Witchers that a newly promoted junior Witcher will be mentored by a seasoned Witcher for a year.

This way, the former can better adapt to the identity of the Witcher, and many unnecessary casualties can be avoided.

"Let's go, Li Wei."

Ashel urged.

Turka patted Levi on the shoulder. "Go on, child."

Li Wei and Ashir bowed deeply to Turka, packed their bags, and left the assembly tent.

Outside, the black-haired Cahill and Et were chatting casually, but stopped talking when they saw the two of them come out.

"We're finally out."

Aite looked at Levi and pursed his pale lips.

Li Wei secured the luggage to the saddle and laughed.

"Uncle Aite, I didn't expect you to be the one taking care of me for a year. I thought you were planning to retire in the castle."

"Heh," Aite let out a cryptic laugh, "After staying here for so long, it's time to go out and stretch your muscles."

"That would be an honor."

Li Wei's gaze shifted to Mavis, who was standing to the side.

She was still wearing a black wizard's robe, leading a pure white mare, with no other luggage, looking completely relaxed.

Teleportation is an essential skill for both home and travel.

Noticing Li Wei's gaze, Mavis nodded slightly as a greeting.

In order to continue her research on the origin of Li Wei's life, she had no choice but to travel with him for a period of time before returning to the magic academy.

Cahill glanced at the sky; the sun was almost at its zenith. He mounted his horse and whistled loudly.

"It's getting late, let's go!"

Upon hearing this, everyone mounted their horses.

Li Wei silently turned around, took one last look at the majestic rock castle behind him, and then resolutely turned his head away.

A soft shout rang out, the sound of horses' hooves gradually grew louder, and the group's figures finally disappeared on the stone bridge of the Witcher's Castle.

……

After arriving at the foot of Eagle Gorge Mountain and walking out of the canyon along the thawed Eagle Gorge River, Cahill and Ashel officially bid farewell to Levi.

They prepared to head south, to a place Cahill was more familiar with.

Ashel, riding his horse, bumped fists with Levi.

"Until we meet again, my friend."

Until we meet again.

After parting ways, Li Wei and his group chose to continue westward, planning to first explore the territory of the Kingdom of Flac, take on some missions, and take in the local customs and culture of this world.

Four days later, the three of them completely left the territory of the Witcher's Castle.

Li Wei sat on horseback, unfolding the map he had copied from Victor, his gaze fixed on the redwood forest across the stream ahead.

"Cross the stream ahead and walk for about five miles to reach Gaoshan Town, which is the territory of Baron Olsen."

He pointed ahead and slowly said, "We can rest there."

Aite remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.

Although it was supposed to be an experienced mentoring group, the main route was still decided by Li Wei.

Mavis tightened the reins, slightly increasing the horse's speed.

Four days of camping in the wild made her very uncomfortable, and she desperately needed a soft bed and a comfortable hot bath.

As the horse's hooves crossed the stone bridge, a sudden commotion arose from ahead.

……

"Hey, what did I tell you? As long as we're patient, we'll eventually find someone!"

"You're right, Boss Kiran!"

A brown-haired man with a dirty face brandished a machete he had picked up from somewhere, glaring fiercely at a middle-aged businessman in front of him.

"Hey, traveling merchant, for the sake of the merciful goddess Marina, shouldn't you share some of your gold coins with us?"

"Look, we're so poor we're almost out of clothes."

The merchant's voice trembled as he looked at the dozen or so bandits blocking his way.

"You...you people...this is High Mountain Town, and I'm a friend of Baron Olsen!"

Upon hearing this, Kieran, who was in the lead, burst into laughter.

"Baron Olsen? Ha! He's too scared of the monsters to come out of his fortress; he doesn't have time to bother with you!"

He sneered, "Just hand over your valuables obediently. You don't need us to do the legwork for you, do you?"

The businessman gritted his teeth and raised his hands.

"I only have a few deerskins on me."

Kieran gestured to his henchman, who walked up behind the merchant with a mocking smile, roughly ripped off his baggage, and quickly ran to Kieran's side to open it.

Inside, there were indeed only a few intact deer hides.

Kieran frowned and looked at the merchant with a gloomy expression.

"Take off your clothes."

A look of grief and indignation appeared in the businessman's eyes.

"I really have nothing left!"

Kieran and the bandits exchanged glances and burst into a strange laugh.

"I know you don't have anything valuable on you."

"With Baron Olsen in High Mountain Town, we dare not go in. Today, we can only find some amusement in you."

He gestured with his chin towards the bushes beside him.

"Hurry up, take off your clothes and lie down in the bushes!"

"If we can't catch fish, crabs will do!"

"You! Don't come any closer!"

The merchant shouted as he was pulled back by several bandits, which caused the crowd to burst into even more unrestrained laughter.

"Da da da..."

The sound of horses' hooves grew louder as they approached.

"Boss Kiran, look! Someone's coming again!"

"We're going to make a fortune today!"

Kieran raised his head and looked at the three people riding towards him.

His gaze immediately locked onto Mavis, who was dressed in a black robe on his left.

"It's a woman! Boss Kiran, it's a woman!"

"Look at the skin on her hands, it's as white as cream!"

The bandits immediately released the merchant, their eyes becoming hungry and greedy.

"Sir, save me!"

The businessman, as if grasping at a straw, didn't even have time to put his pants on properly before scrambling and crawling towards the three men.

"Wait, that gray-haired guy, he looks like a Witcher."

One of the bandits suddenly spoke.

Another person spat on the ground.

"What witcher! I bet he's just two arms and two legs with eyes that only a freak would have! Bah! Boss Kieran used to be a knight's squire!"

"Exactly! There are so many of us, are we afraid of just the two of them?"

The crowd started shouting again.

Kieran frowned, his gaze fixed on the gray-haired man to his right.

On that pale face were a pair of ominous gray cat eyes.

His right hand unconsciously reached for the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"Witchers, this is none of your business, get out of here!"

Li Wei glanced around at everyone.

There were fifteen robbers in front of them, armed with a variety of weapons, including sickles and pitchforks.

Apart from Kieran, who was in charge, and the two men beside him, who were dressed in simple cloth armor and had steel swords at their waists, the rest of the men were a rabble.

Mavis frowned, her beautiful brows furrowed in disgust at the filthy looks they were giving her.

Aite sighed, his tone still languid.

"Sigh... I didn't expect your first lesson to come so soon."

"Li Wei, take care of them."