Monster 'Water Hag' Lv2 Hunt!
Reward Settlement: Overcoming the Enemy, Basic Rating D, Cross-level Kill +1—D+, Decapitation Deterrence +3—C+, Main Quest +3—B+
Final Rating: B+
Loot Obtained: Water Hag Heart Extract, small experience orb * 10, Water Hag's Treasure Chest * 4
Main Quest Completed: The Beginning of the Witcher Path (Kill Monster Water Hag 1/1)
Reward Acquired: Appraisal Skill LV1
The influx of information made Allen's mind ring incessantly, like a school bell.
Coupled with the Demon Hunting Skill instantly draining his stamina.
Allen's vision went black, and he fell directly onto the Water Hag's corpse.
He only got back up after more than ten seconds.
The Witcher Master's indifferent face was just a step away.
"This must be revenge!" Allen thought.
The center of the training ground was only eight or nine meters from the edge.
With the Witcher Master's strength, he could have certainly caught Allen before he fell onto the corpse.
But Vesemir did not.
"Allen… How did you do that?"
A surprised voice came from beside him.
Allen and Vesemir looked at Leto, who had spoken, at the same time.
Leto held the Water Hag's head, his face full of disbelief.
As an Apprentice, killing a Water Hag with a steel sword was already almost impossible.
And the method of killing was even decapitation!
The Water Hag's outer skin, muscles, and bones were all protected by Chaos Magic.
Only by using a Silver Sword could one weaken or even ignore these protections.
Steel sword? Decapitation?
This method, let alone an Apprentice, even a Witcher with thirty years of experience like him couldn't do it.
The Witchers who were watching the show also gathered around.
They were equally shocked by Allen's strength.
Blood was still gushing from the headless corpse.
Noticing the shocked expressions of those around him, Allen finally realized what an incredible feat he had accomplished.
But at the same time.
He also fell into another predicament—how to gloss over Leto's question?
Just as Allen was frantically thinking, racking his brain to fabricate an excuse, a deep voice came to his rescue.
"Leto, Witchers and Witchers are not the same."
The Witchers gathered around Allen and the headless Water Hag parted, creating a path for the voice.
"Early experimental records of the Wolf School indicate that Apprentices who undergo a perfect mutation during the Grass Trial have a faint chance of awakening the Witchers Eyes."
"The possessor can clearly see the flow of Chaos Magic within a monster's body."
Upon seeing the identity of the newcomer, the Witchers bowed their heads one after another, greeting him:
"Chief."
"Good morning, Chief."
The man called Chief nodded in response.
The man had long black hair and grayish-white skin.
In his rare gray cat eyes, there seemed to be the perpetually unmelted snow of the Blue Mountains.
This was a Kaer Morhen-like man.
Although a bit strange, this was Allen's first impression.
However, Witchers Eyes that can see the flow of Chaos Magic?
Was there such a setting in the game?
The Chief nodded approvingly at Allen, then glanced at the hideous head in Leto's hand, and said flatly:
"Leto, even after passing the High Mountain Trial, you cannot stop learning knowledge."
Sweat instantly broke out on Leto's forehead, and he repeatedly agreed, like a slacker student being questioned by a teacher:
"Okay, Chief, after I finish teaching these Apprentices, I'll go to the Library."
Vesemir:?
Am I not the one teaching the Apprentices?
"It's alright, Leto, I can handle the Apprentices here, you go quickly," Vesemir said expressionlessly.
Leto:?
This is revenge, isn't it!
Seeing the Chief look over again, Leto quickly changed the subject:
"Vesemir, was there some other agreement between you and Allen just now?"
As soon as the words fell, nearly twenty gazes instantly focused on Vesemir's face.
Vesemir's mouth twitched uncontrollably twice because of it.
Seeing the spearhead pointed at him, Allen quickly refused:
"No, no, that was just a joke."
Vesemir's expression brightened considerably upon hearing Allen's words.
He unbuckled the sword clasp on his armor, and, with the scabbard, slowly drew the "elsa" Silver Sword from its sword bag, looked at it reluctantly twice, then handed it to Allen with a backhand, and then turned his head to the Apprentices and said.
"Apprentices, let me teach you another lesson."
"For a Wolf School Witcher, a promise is heavier than life."
The resounding voice echoed in the grayish-white castle, sounding exceptionally firm.
"He says it so coolly!" Allen thought, "If his hand wasn't trembling when he handed over the sword, it would be even more convincing."
Now it was the Witcher Apprentice's turn to be in a dilemma.
"Take it, Apprentice."
The Chief's deep voice rang out, startling everyone.
A Witcher's promise was indeed heavier than life, but enough oren was equally heavier than a Witcher's life.
Hunting monsters was originally a way to earn money with one's life.
What's more, this was 17325 oren.
So they had only been cheering before Allen killed the Water Hag.
Leto, who always spoke without thinking, must be regretting it now.
But why would the Chief say such a thing?
Seeing Allen make no move, the Chief remained unfazed and continued to Vesemir:
"Vesemir, after the High Mountain Trial, you will take Allen with you to accept commissions."
"Within five years, forge a Silver Sword just like this one for him, and get your own sword back, can you?"
Vesemir had no objections.
Forging a weapon suitable for oneself was not enough just to have money.
The search for materials, the cooperation of craftsmen, and even a bit of luck during the forging process were all needed to obtain a satisfactory weapon.
To others, "elsa" might be worth 17325 oren.
But to him, it was worth far more than that amount.
What's more,
A promise is heavier than life.
He had already intended to give the sword to Allen.
"Of course," Vesemir nodded, and said to Allen: "Take it."
Seeing this, Allen could only accept "elsa."
The sheathed Silver Sword was almost as tall as him.
Allen carefully held her in his arms in front of Vesemir, avoiding the scabbard scraping the ground.
Then, at Vesemir's signal, he followed the others out of the training ground.
By the fence outside the training ground.
Leto had, at some point, moved the other cages covered with black cloth.
"Very good, Apprentices, let's continue our practical combat class."
"Who's next?"
No one responded.
Vesemir looked down, strangely at the three Apprentices, and finding them all fidgeting and unwilling to come forward, he asked:
"What's wrong?"
After a long hesitation, the sleepy Hughs timidly poked out his small head, looked longingly at the "elsa" in Allen's arms, and then asked:
"If we win, can we also get a Silver Sword?"
The other two small heads also looked at Vesemir expectantly.
Vesemir:?