This wizard is just unscientific

Chapter 119 Steam - The Witcher

"Those damn witchers, can't they clean up the rainwater outside instead of coming inside and wetting the hard-to-clean sofas?"

Upon seeing this, the bartender immediately muttered something under his breath.

But he didn't dare say anything.

After all, these witchers made a fortune from their taverns during the few days of the Grey Night Rainy Season.

In the past, during the rainy season...

The taverns in their river valley town were practically deserted; it was difficult to earn even a single copper coin.

These foreign visitors are a bit difficult to please.

But they were too extravagant, and the young bartender raked in plenty of tips during that time.

These seven or eight alien witchers.

Take a seat near the large fireplace.

Tucker could see clearly that the group of witchers were hunting two people—herdsmen.

Moreover, he was a "herdsman" at level 30 or so.

Besides the herders, there were also several elite Dark Sun Corrupted creatures whose skin had already developed scales.

The herdsmen still retain human form.

However, the "Dark Sun Corruption," born from corruption and evil, exhibits a "beastly" nature rather than being human.

The pollution from the dark sun is itself a distortion and aberration of the human ecosystem.

Those "evil and mysterious sects" that engage in destruction, sacrifice, and blood sacrifice within the human realm, at least retain the essential nature of a "human" race.

But to be corrupted by the dark sun is to completely abandon one's essence as a human being and accept the degeneration of becoming a distorted alien.

The bones of the shepherds and the corrupted by the Dark Sun were casually piled up to one side by the witchers, their manner quite unrestrained and rough.

I wonder if they will perform an "exorcism ritual" later.

Tucker remembered that the Witcher's exorcism rituals allowed them to draw more source energy and essence from dark and corrupted things.

Anyway, these guys have already been "physically exorcised," so they probably don't care if there's another round of "magical exorcism."

While tidying up their wet armor and clothing, the demon hunters talked loudly, their tone and movements exuding a bold and unrestrained style.

"Those damned shepherds, how dare they test us? Do they really think our demon hunter priests are blind?"

"Exactly, and these guys smell so strongly, my demon hunters could smell them from way over. They probably thought we hadn't spotted them."

"My demon hunter rune bells are ringing non-stop too," said a hot and muscular female demon hunter in the crowd, shaking the bells on her wrist.

Unfortunately, the bell did not ring when she shook her arm.

It must be triggered by the approach of a dark creature.

"The dark creatures here completely lack the caution that a seasoned witcher would have."

"I even think they're incredibly stupid."

Are the witchers in this world just for show?

The tone of the Witcher team members was noticeably relaxed.

Just then, the squad leader, a young demon hunter who looked very young but was actually of a high level, spoke up calmly.

"Don't underestimate the dark creatures here."

"They have a cult of evil gods behind them."

"Moreover, these shepherds who believe in the Dark Sun are better at large-scale warfare than the kind of scattered, foolish evil spirits that dare to provoke others at will by relying on a few tricks."

"Moreover, their offensive steps were very safe and methodical."

"They used the Ash Tide to advance step by step, building altars, summoning the Dark Sun, and using the Dark Sun to build their own Dark Sun ecosystem."

"They absorbed the extraordinary who surrendered to them and transformed them into shepherds, thereby continuing to expand the Dark Sun Corrupted race, cultivating elites, leaders, and even Dark Sun Corrupted lords."

"Their gradual expansion has become almost unbearable for the Duchy of Serions."

"During our time here, although we have killed quite a few Dark Sun Corruptions and Shepherds, we cannot let our guard down."

"Captain... I understand everything you're saying."

"But this damn weather here is just too...awful."

"For half a month, it was all sun, an eerie blood-red sun."

"For half a month, all we can see is the moon, and it's an unbelievable, magically cold moon."

"The bizarre weather was bad enough, but then we had to run into this damn rainy season. This rain is fucking torrential."

"After a battle, I didn't do anything else but drink water. I'm almost full by now."

The witchers talked among themselves.

Tucker listened quietly from the side.

These witchers were still using the official common language of "Three-Eyed God, Holy Spirit Kingdom".

It's mixed with some foreign dialects and accents, making it sound like another language.

But once Tucker paid a little attention, he was able to understand almost everything.

"These corrupted beings of the Dark Sun are quite something; their teeth are practically like a metal alloy."

"Exactly, they chewed up all my light armor."

"You're alright. My scimitar was corroded by that shepherd's blood."

"That damned idiot actually used his own blood as a curse."

"My knife is broken and there's no way to fix it here."

This is what the demon hunter squad was discussing.

One of them suddenly seemed to have discovered something.

"Hey... that wizard, yes, I'm talking about you."

Tucker turned to look at the group of witchers, his face full of innocence.

I'm just sitting here listening to you talk, I haven't done anything to you.

"Use your flames to burn me, dry my clothes, my wet clothes are so uncomfortable."

"Don't worry, all my clothes are super equipment, hehe... even the guys protecting the second brother are."

"After you dry them, I'll cover all your food and drinks for today."

Among the demon hunters, the bald demon hunter looked at Tucker and said in a rough voice.

"My flames...are very powerful!"

Tucker paused for a moment and then said.

Tucker was genuinely afraid that a Nightmare Fire Oil bomb would burn this level 34 Demon Hunter to death on the spot.

"Young wizard, you're only level 21. How powerful can your flames be?"

"It's all on me if it gets burned."

"I'd rather you burn all these wet clothes you're wearing," the alien witcher said nonchalantly.

Tucker smiled.

"Hot air would be better than flames."

As he spoke, Tucker had already cast a spell.

A deep understanding and mastery of the three-star rune spell "Rune: Hurricane's Hold".

Tucker's control over wind magic has reached an astonishing level, coupled with "precision".

Creating a stable airflow belt is quite easy.

"Micro Hurricane Technique"

As Tucker's spell fell.

A whirlwind blew into the fire from beside the fireplace, then entered the witcher's legs and swept over his body, exiting from above.

The scorching flames, accompanied by the fierce wind, dried the witcher completely in a few breaths.

Tucker's sorcery caused the level 42 genius steam demon hunter captain with silver eyes in the team to suddenly narrow his eyes.

The silver halo within Tucker's pupils shimmered faintly.

It was only when the wizard was casting his spell that he noticed the young wizard, whom he hadn't even noticed before.

He turned out to be a "steam wizard".

And the other party's witchcraft was quite incredible.

The more he looked, the more mysterious and powerful this "Steam Wizard" seemed to him!

"Young wizard, your witchcraft is truly amazing."

Feeling the dryness of his clothes, the bald witcher burst into laughter.

"Hey bartender, his bill is on me today."

Just at this time.

In the demon hunter team, there was a tall, beautiful demon hunter with a hot, voluptuous figure, healthy tanned skin, and stunning looks.

He whistled at Tucker.

He boldly beckoned to Tucker with his finger.

"Hey! Little wizard brother, give your sister a spell like the one you just used."

"I'll cover all your drinks this month."

Tucker raised an eyebrow. Was this the kind of situation where he met a rich woman and could skip twenty years of hard work?

Although in this town, normally a month's worth of drinks wouldn't even be worth a few magic coins.

But Tucker didn't mind getting to know this group of exotic witchers.

After all, their captain is no ordinary person.

Steam sequence, powerful A-level extraordinary talent, and peculiar bloodline power, and may even have—talent abilities.

His level is as high as 42, which makes him a mid-level demon hunter.

And the other party is very young.

He's clearly a genius and an extraordinary individual.

Tucker cast the spell again.

The wind and waves swept over the hot, exotic demon hunter, a bold and beautiful woman.

"Oh! This damn heatwave, little wizard brother, you're blowing on me so nicely!"

The sexy female witcher's explicit and unrestrained words immediately made the group of witchers burst into laughter.

Even the few bored local superhumans nearby were amused by this scene.

Laughter filled every corner of the building and even spilled out into the rain outside.

In this small tavern in the border town, a world where only Tucker suffers losses is perfectly achieved!

(End of this chapter)