Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 125 Bellengar

Bang! Bang! Bang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Inside the training ground, Wayne and Eskel were engaged in their daily sword training. The two training iron swords clashed and sparked fiercely under their control, the sound of metal clashing filling the entire training ground. The two agile figures fought back and forth, locked in a fierce battle, while the several witchers watching from the sidelines had different expressions.

Wayne's swordsmanship is ruthless and agile, with each move aimed at vital points and unpredictable, forcing Eskel to concentrate all her attention just to barely defend herself.

Eskel's swordsmanship, on the other hand, is characterized by its wide and sweeping movements, with each move being powerful, fast, steady, and covering a very wide area.

Even with Wayne's agility, sometimes he has to take a few hits to completely evade them.

Although neither of them used their full strength, Wayne gradually felt that his attack patterns had been figured out by his opponent, making it increasingly difficult for him to cope.

Finally, when the iron sword in his hand was being slashed repeatedly until it was almost deformed, he was the first to raise his hands and surrender.

Seeing him raise his hands in surrender, even with Eskel's composed personality, he couldn't help but smile.

During this period of sword training, the pressure from this young junior has been increasing, and he is afraid that one day he will lose face as a senior, just like Lambert.

Fortunately, the large red mutant inducer was indeed very effective. Since the mutant was implanted, Eskel could clearly feel that his strength and agility were constantly increasing. In less than a week, they had already increased by about one-tenth.

Such a growth rate is undoubtedly a very pleasant surprise for Witchers whose bodies will not change after they are fully formed.

Wayne wiped the sweat from his brow. The fight, which had lasted less than ten minutes, had severely depleted his stamina. However, looking at his senior demon hunter, who was also covered in sweat, he smiled and said:

"It seems the transplant surgery was a success, Eskel. Congratulations! I can clearly feel your strength and speed have increased."

Before the tongue-tied Eskel could answer, Lambert, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but shout:

"Damn, I didn't expect this thing to be so useful. Why didn't the old man tell me sooner? Every time I kill a monster and see this thing, I'm too lazy to even pick it up. It's just a waste."

"I wonder if I've missed out on something this good."

Geralt, upon hearing this, grinned crookedly and said:

"It's all because you don't study hard. Among us, you're the laziest, the least patient, and you read the least."

"You may not know this, but in addition to being used in transplantation, mutation inducers can also be used to make special decoctions. Although they are extremely toxic, they can be a valuable life-saving resource in certain situations."

"Even small and medium-sized ones are valuable materials, and they can fetch a good amount of money when sold to sorcerers."

"When we meet again next year, you can sell me the mutants you've collected. Don't forget, you already owe me fifty crowns in gambling debts."

Upon hearing Geralt mention this in front of his juniors, Lambert immediately felt he was losing face and shouted:

"Geralt, you haven't forgotten, have you? Thirteen years ago, when we were carrying out a commission together in Novigrad, you were held captive by a brothel because of your debts. Who raised the money to ransom you, didn't they?"

"If I hadn't sold my beloved meteorite dagger, you probably would have spent half a year in jail."

"How dare you bring up such a small gambling debt in front of me every day?"

Geralt's lips twitched upon hearing this. The two of them had agreed not to tell anyone about this, but Lambert was so unethical as to reveal it now.

Wayne burst into laughter upon hearing this; Lambert's quick wit always managed to bring joy to everyone in unexpected ways.

As the four were chatting, they suddenly saw the old man Vesemir helping a rather thin witcher with a turban tied around his head walk in through the gate.

Wayne looked at the man, who had his head down and one arm wrapped in bandages. Although he was wearing Wolf School armor, Wayne couldn't recognize him at first glance.

However, after seeing the man, Eskel, who had just finished sparring with him, said as she walked around him through a side passage:

"It's Belengal. He's injured. I have to go see him."

It was him, Belial, the one in the Wolf School who hated his identity as a Witcher the most.

No wonder Wayne didn't recognize him. In Wayne's memory of staying in Kaer Morhen, he had only seen this man once when he was very young.

While other wolf-school witchers would return to Kaer Morhen every year to reunite, Belial was a lone wolf who didn't fit in with the pack, always voluntarily excluding himself from the group.

Geralt and Lambert followed, and together they helped carry Belial into the castle hall.

The old man, Vesemir, looked at the unconscious Belengal and sighed, saying:

"I ran into him when I went fishing by the lake."

"He must have returned here before the heavy snow blocked the mountain, but he didn't go back to the castle. Instead, he stayed in a cave in the back of the mountain."

"If we hadn't heard the sounds of him fighting with the water ghost, we probably wouldn't have known he was back yet."

Aside from Vesemir, among the group, only Eskel and Belengal were the most familiar with each other. He removed Belengal's armor and found that not only were his arms wrapped in bandages, but his lower abdomen was also wrapped in a thick layer of bandages.

Perhaps because of the fight with the water ghost, his wound reopened, and blood was now seeping through the bandages.

Geralt, with a grave expression, looked at Vesemir and asked:

"Do you know how he was injured? Have enemies appeared, Vesemir?"

Vesemir took a new roll of bandage and needle and thread from his pouch, handed them to Eskel, indicating that he should help Belengal stitch up the wound, and then sighed and said:

"He didn't faint at first; he only fainted from blood loss on the way back with me."

"Actually, it's nothing. He wasn't planning to return to the castle this year. However, last month, while accepting a commission in a village in the Kingdom of Cordwin, he fought with an Andrig Queen and was badly injured. In the end, he completed the mission but not only did he not receive a reward, he was also attacked by several farmers with pitchforks."

"The enemy outnumbered him, and in order to escape, he risked injury to break through the encirclement, losing his luggage and equipment along with him, leaving him with only a silver sword."

"However, for some reason, he chose to conceal his whereabouts and stayed alone in a cave in the back mountain, refusing to return to the castle."

The others fell silent upon hearing this. Compared to the united Wolf School of Witchers, Belial was undoubtedly an anomaly.

He always kept to himself and didn't like to interact with other witchers. Even when he returned to the castle, he wouldn't eat with everyone and would always stay quietly in his room by himself.

Lambert, being outspoken, snorted and said:

"Don't you know? This guy loathes his identity as a witcher. If he weren't afraid of death, he might have committed suicide long ago."

Vesemir glared at Lambert, then turned to Wayne and said:

"Child, go and get some herbs to stop the bleeding, and while you're at it, make something to eat, preferably meat broth or wheat porridge."

"Berengar lives alone in a cave, so his body must be quite weak by now."

"He should be unable to withstand the toxicity of the Swallow Poison."

Wayne nodded upon hearing this, and was about to go get some herbs to treat external injuries when he suddenly remembered something. After thinking for a moment, he took out the last bottle of intermediate healing potion from his chest pouch, handed it to Vesemir, and said:

"Teacher, use this potion. I got it from a druid. It's non-toxic and has a very good healing effect."

This wasn't Wayne talking nonsense. Although the healing potion in the druid's hand was completely different from the one in his hand, these protectors of nature did indeed have potions that could heal injuries to ordinary people.

After leaving Kaer Morhen, Wayne planned to visit Elder Cainster, a druid, in the forest of Vizima to learn about beast taming and to get some healing potions from him.

Although witchers don't need this potion, sometimes this non-toxic potion can be very useful.

(End of this chapter)