Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 123 Return to Kaermohan

Blue Mountains, Kelmohan Castle.

After a nine-month absence, Wayne returned to the castle of the Wolf School witchers.

Before he and Geralt could lead their mounts to the stables inside the castle, the doors to the castle hall were pulled open from the inside, and an old man with white hair and beard, but a tall and strong build, walked out. He was none other than Vesemir, the Grand Master of the Wolf School of Witchers.

He squinted and looked toward the door. When he saw that it was Geralt and Wayne who had come in, a smile involuntarily appeared on his wrinkled face.

"Geralt, Wayne, children, welcome back?"

"You guys are back really early this year!"

Geralt smiled faintly at Vesemir and nodded, but didn't say anything. He was a reserved person and not very good at expressing his feelings.

Wayne handed his mount to Geralt and went straight up to give the old Witcher a warm hug, like a long-lost son embracing his elder.

The first to return to Kaer Morhen each year is undoubtedly the old Witcher. He usually returns about half a month earlier than the other Witchers, and he cleans up the castle that has been uninhabited for a long time beforehand, waiting for the children who have left home to return.

The old witcher warmly responded to Wayne's hug, patting Wayne on the back, his smile growing even more benevolent as he said:

"My child, I am relieved to see that you are safe and sound. It seems that you have had a very good year. You are even stronger than when you left."

Wayne hugged the old man for a few seconds before letting go. He glanced at the sky and realized it was almost noon. With a smile, he said:

"I'm doing really well, teacher."

"It's almost noon. I'll go to the kitchen and get some food. We brought back a few bottles of good wine. We can eat and chat later."

"By the way, Lambert and Eskel, have they come back yet?"

Vesemir shook his head and said with some regret:

"They usually come back quite late, and sometimes they are delayed by other things, so they end up coming back in the wind and snow."

Wayne nodded, and said with some regret:

"Then let's leave them alone for now. I'm going to cook. Oh, and teacher, I have a gift for you later."

An hour later, the three sat around an old wooden table in the hall. A pile of firewood was burning in the fireplace next to it, and in the corner next to the fireplace, there was enough wood to last a month, which the old man had obviously prepared for the coming winter.

Above the fireplace, there were some processed game meats being smoked, a way of preserving food. The smoked meat would not spoil even after a winter.

The warmth dispelled the winter chill, and the delicious food on the table brought joy to the several seasoned witchers.

"Teacher, please try some of the new dishes I've developed this year: crispy fried chicken, spicy hot pot, and this one. This meat-filled pastry is called a dumpling. It's especially delicious when you pan-fry it like this."

At the dinner table, Wayne, like a dutiful child, enthusiastically introduced various delicacies to Vesemir. With his own culinary skills and the system's enhancement, even simple dishes seemed like delicacies that made people linger.

Geralt the White Wolf had no time to speak; he kept stuffing all sorts of delicious food into his mouth, a blissful expression unconsciously appearing on his face.

They had been traveling all the way from Vizima back to Kaermohen, and hadn't had a proper meal of Wayne's cooking for a month. The sight of these delicious dishes again made Geralt feel like he couldn't stop eating.

The old Witcher enjoyed his meal immensely, not only for its delicious taste but also for the happiness he felt while dining with his family.

However, after a few bites, his attention turned to Wayne's experiences over the past year.

The old man smiled and said in a slightly teasing tone:

"So, you've had quite a lot of experiences this year."

"The evil god, the goddess of the lake, the golden dragon, the giant, the green dragon, and the witchers of the Griffin School."

"I have never heard of a Witcher who has only been a Witcher for a year encountering so many bizarre events. It's like he's the protagonist of a novel. Wherever he goes, trouble follows."

Wayne scratched his head. He understood the hidden meaning in Vesemir's words: a warning to stop causing trouble and instead grow up quietly.

"Teacher, although I have experienced quite a lot of adventures, I have also gained a great deal from them."

"Look, in less than a year, I bought a big house in Vizima, got my own master-level silver sword and mount, and made a lot of friends."

"You know, I really enjoy making friends. The more friends we have, the more help we can give each other when we encounter difficulties."

Vesemir neither agreed nor disagreed with Wayne's viewpoint, but said with a hint of wistfulness:

"When they get into trouble, you'll find yourself getting caught up in it too."

"My child, what you have accomplished this year has truly surprised me. I am not dissatisfied with your attitude towards life, I just feel that you should be more composed and not so impatient. We still have a long time ahead of us."

"You're too young for a witcher, and even for an ordinary person, you're just a kid under twenty."

Seeing that the old Witcher seemed about to start lecturing, Geralt, who was drinking beer, winked at Wayne, signaling him to think of a solution quickly, otherwise, once the old Witcher started lecturing, there would be no peace for at least half an hour.

Seeing this, Wayne coughed lightly, took a red meatball soaking in a glass jar from his pouch, placed it on the table, and then asked Vesemir:

"Teacher, I heard from George, a witcher from the Griffin School, that this is a large red mutation trigger that can enhance our strength, agility, and reaction speed. Is that true?"

Upon hearing this, Vesemir stopped lecturing. He reached out and took the large red mutation inducer that Wayne had placed in the bottle, and examined it closely.

Then, with a touch of emotion, he said:

"This is an extremely rare and exceptionally large red mutation inducer; it can only be born inside a very powerful monster."

"Is this what you meant by obtaining it from the giants of Velen?"

Wayne nodded and said:

"Yes, teacher, without the help of Golden Dragon Borch and George, the witcher master of the Griffin School, I'm afraid I would have had a hard time defeating that giant so easily."

Hearing Wayne's seemingly boastful remarks, Vesemir stroked his white beard and did not refute him.

Although most witchers are all alone, they have few close friends, let alone good friends.

However, it must be said that sometimes connections are a very powerful force. When you have enough ability to gather your own network, you can often exert a power far beyond what others can imagine.

From a certain perspective, building connections is also a way to enhance one's strength. Of course, there are advantages and disadvantages. With more friends, one will inevitably be dragged into various troubles.

After observing the bottle containing the red fleshy mass for a few minutes, Vesemir carefully placed it on the table, hesitated for a few seconds, and then said:

"I've also heard of George from the Griffin School. His suggestion isn't wrong, but he probably doesn't realize that you've only completed the Witcher Trials less than a year ago, and you're still a complete novice."

"Transplanting this large red mutant now is still too early for you."

"You should also know that our Grass Trial involves infecting our bodies with various potions and monster tissues, making our bodies adapt to the operation of chaotic magic, changing our genetic structure, and thus making us witchers."

"Actually, you had already transplanted the mutation inducer during the Grass Trial."

"But at that time, you were still a child, very weak, and the transplanted mutant was extremely weak."

"I remember that one in your body, it's a green mutation inducer extracted from an Andreig embryo."

"It makes your body stronger, so that your body can barely withstand the mutations brought about by the mutation experiment."

At this point, Vesemir glanced at Geralt, who had been silent and only eating, and then said:

"Among our Wolf School, only Geralt was able to withstand the induction of the two mutation triggers."

"A red mutation inducer that enhances strength and agility, and a blue mutation inducer that enhances chaotic magic."

"Even in the entire history of the Witcher, few people have been able to withstand so many mutations as he has."

"This also makes him inherently much stronger than ordinary witchers."

Wayne was also somewhat surprised to hear this. Although the original work and the game mentioned this matter briefly, they did not describe it in as much detail as Vesemir did.

It can only be said that Jie Ritian truly deserves to be the protagonist; from birth, he was destined to be an extraordinary person.

On the contrary, if it weren't for the effects of time travel, my own body would probably have died on the experimental table of the mutation experiment back then.

Seeing that Wayne didn't speak, Vesemir coughed lightly before adding:

"So my advice is that you don't need to rush into transplanting this large mutant; it's still too early for your body."

"It will be safer to transplant this large mutant only after your body has grown to a certain extent and fully adapted to the subsequent effects of the mutation experiment."

Wayne nodded upon hearing this. Although his body had already received the blessing of the goddess of the lake, making him one of the top witchers, mutation experiments were too profound, and no one could say for sure what would happen.

At times like these, it's always safer to listen to the advice of elders.

However, Wayne changed the subject and said:

"Teacher, since it's too early for me to use this large mutant, let's let someone else use it first."

"Geralt, Lambert, or Eskel would all be fine; keeping it would just be a waste."

"I think that in a few years, when I'm also able to use this thing, I won't lack it."

(End of this chapter)