Bab 44: 44. Did Allen Die Again?
Damn!
A gold one right off the bat!
Allen was so surprised he couldn't help but curse out loud. His heart was pounding rapidly, and his whole body was flushed with excitement. After the golden light, there were sixteen consecutive white lights, but the last one also glowed purple.
Double joy?
Or quadruple joy?
What kind of luck was this today?
Allen focused intensely, not daring to blink. A golden light flashed. Suddenly, a chill blew across his face.
Huh?
There was even a tactile sensation?
As expected of the Drowner King Allen praised inwardly, concentrating even harder.
"Buzz!"
A familiar clear sound rang out in front of him. It was like the crack of a frozen lake in the dead of winter.
Huh?
"Swish!"
A thigh-thick ice spike appeared out of nowhere and shot towards his chest.
What?!!
The gleaming blue spike, like the most dazzling diamond, instantly enlarged before his eyes. The witcher apprentice didn't have time to react and was pierced through the chest.
"Ah!"
Allen jumped up from his bed in fright, breaking the wooden bedboard with one step.
"Allen! What's wrong?"
Hughes, who had been startled by Allen's sudden outburst, also jumped up. Fred and Bond also turned their gazes towards him. Allen, still in shock, touched his chest. No hole, no blood, just his sweat-soaked linen undershirt.
"No... nothing. Sorry, I just had a nightmare."
Hughes nodded comfortingly, then shivered and went back to sleep. The other two apprentices also looked away. Allen stood still for a few seconds to calm down, then moved his bedding to another bed and lay down again.
Every time he drew a gold-quality item, it always scared him a bit. But those were clearly fake. But the one just now was too real, exactly like what he saw that afternoon, and didn't give any time to react. He had fallen for it immediately.
After taking a few deep breaths, Allen reopened the Witcher's Journal. He wanted to see what treasure had scared him like that.
[Ding! Obtained: 16 experience beads, Skill: Ice Spear Magic, Drowner Whistle Blueprint]
Ice Spear Magic?
Is it what he thought it was?
Allen's frustration from being pranked disappeared instantly.
He tentatively clicked on the skill.
[Name: Ice Spear Magic]
[Type: Water Element Magic]
[Learning Requirements: Water Affinity 2, Mystery 20]
[Function: Summons an ice spear and shoots it at the target]
[Note: Witcher, this is way better than a sign!]
It really was that ice spike!
No, it was indeed the Drowner King's skill. The name "Ice Spear" might be plain, but it didn't conceal its terrifying power. Allen, who had almost died from this skill, understood it deeply. Once he used those two Drowner King's Heart Elixirs, he could meet the learning requirements.
Witchers had close-range sword skills, medium-range signs, but nothing special for long-range. Allen had been a bit troubled by this and even thought about buying a crossbow after the Mountain Trial. This skill's appearance perfectly filled his last shortcoming. His gaze shifted down to the Drowner Whistle blueprint. Despite its high quality, this thing could only be stored away.
Allen still had nearly ten drowner whistles in his inventory. It wasn't like potions or sword oils; one drowner whistle could probably last ten years. After organizing today's gains, his health had only increased from 73% to 76%. Clearly, he couldn't drink another Drowner King's Heart Elixir immediately.
Allen wasn't in a hurry anyway. After all, he had already gathered most of the requirements to pass the Mountain Trial.
So, Satisfied, he looked one last time at the 5762 small experience beads and 61 experience beads, then drifted off to sleep.
...
The next morning.
Vesemir unusually interrupted the teaching schedule. He moved the Heliotrop Sign, which counters magical attacks, to be taught today instead of tomorrow. But for Allen, it made no difference.
He learned everything instantly. Then, under the envious and admiring eyes of the other apprentices, he headed to the alchemy room. On the way, Allen pondered how to use the art of language to tactfully refuse future alchemy classes from Ms. Mary without hurting her pride.
Just as he was about to knock on the door of the alchemy room.
"Creak~"
The door opened by itself. Allen paused, then withdrew his half-raised hand.
Had the sorceress returned?
Didn't she say she might not be back before the Mountain Trial?
Puzzled, Allen walked in.
A faint scent of oranges mixed with cardamom filled the air. The familiar fragrance made the witcher apprentice nostalgic. Only now did he realize that the scent wasn't from the alchemy room but from the sorceress herself. Mary was slumped over the table, seemingly asleep.
The sorceress was sitting in her usual spot, dressed plainly and sitting upright. Though expressionless, after spending so many days together, Allen could clearly sense that the sorceress was in a bad mood.
At that moment, Allen suddenly remembered that Vesemir seemed to have forgotten to return the drowner whistle to him yesterday. And that evening, the witcher master was supposed to meet the chief to handle the Drowner King materials.
Letho also mentioned the chief and…
No!
He couldn't think about Letho!
Although he was probably enjoying himself in that small town now.
But…
"Could it really be this coincidental?" Allen thought, quickly clearing his mind.
"Good morning, Ms. Vera."
"Good morning, sit down."
"Okay, Ms. Vera."
There didn't seem to be anything unusual… Allen obediently sat down.
After sitting down, Allen didn't ask Vera why she came back so early. He didn't want to ask questions that might cause trouble. He pretended she had never left and listened attentively.
"Snap!"
A snap of the fingers. A thick, dark, and ominous book flew over.
"Thud!"
The book landed on the alchemy table, making it seem like the table sank a bit.
Allen curiously glanced at the cover.
"The God of Omens and Evil God Rituals"
Why was this being taught today?
Was alchemy related to evil gods?
Allen glanced at the cover, then turned his head to peek at the sorceress. Unusually, when Vera saw Allen's puzzled expression, she usually paused to gently inquire. But this time, the sorceress ignored his expression and began lecturing with a blank face.
Something seemed off. Allen sensed a storm might be brewing.
It was quiet and oppressive.
"The God of Omens, a deity advocating misfortune and ominous signs…"
The witcher apprentice was increasingly confused.
"What does this God of Omens have to do with alchemy?"
Allen wanted to ask the sorceress. But seeing Vera's frosty expression, he wisely chose to remain silent.
"Skulls, finger bones, and toe bones are common offerings on the altars of the God of Omens…"
Vera paused, glanced at the witcher apprentice, and asked: "…Faithful offer the sacrifices, and the deity rewards them with ritual tools…"
"Witcher apprentice Allen, do you know what ritual tools the God of Omens grants?"
Witcher apprentice Allen's attention was completely elsewhere during Vera's lecture.
He heard a familiar mechanical voice.
[Ding! Spend 7001 small experience beads to unlock the alchemy skill?]
Allen: Huh?
It reduced by 100 small experience beads?
...…
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