Hughes, Fred, and Bond drank the essence liquid bottle by bottle. Allen opened the corps interface with his mind, but after searching for a while, he still couldn't find the invitation prompt. It shouldn't be like this!
What game has a team function but no team invitation?
Allen went through every interface of the Monster Hunt Record again, but still couldn't find any words related to the invitation.
"Do I need to invite them verbally?" he wondered.
So, Allen had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask: "I have received the chief's approval to create a school's witcher corps… um… would you like to join?"
Hughes and the others froze for a moment, weakly asking: "Witcher corps? Created by you?"
Allen nodded and looked seriously at the three, saying: "I can't say much right now, but the school is facing a major crisis. Establishing the witcher corps is to respond to this crisis."
Hughes, Bond, and Fred looked at each other and couldn't help but get excited after a moment.
"Join! Join!"
"Of course, we'll join your witcher corps, Allen!"
"Yes, yes!"
As Allen expected, the three agreed unanimously. But the main task remained unchanged, and the member count of the corps interface was still zero. Just then, a familiar system prompt sounded.
"Ding! Please use the [Monster Hunt] skill to invite members to the corps."
Monster Hunt?
Allen was stunned for a moment, and the scene of encountering the Drowner King for the first time suddenly appeared in his mind. When he was hiding behind the rock wall, in the Monster Hunt state, he could subtly influence Vesemir's dodging movements. Moreover, each time he hit the Drowner King, the Monster Hunt progress would increase. So, that use of Monster Hunt was the correct way to use the skill?
"Turns out the Monster Hunt Record had already hinted at the real core, I just didn't notice it." Allen pondered.
With his thoughts clear, he no longer hesitated.
Monster Hunt!
The moment the skill was activated, time slowed its flow. In the Monster Hunt state, the spiritual power originally used to sense the aura of monsters and increase the critical hit gauge extended outward. It quickly enveloped Hughes, Bond, and Fred.
[Ding! Hughes, Bond, and Fred have been locked in. Do you wish to recruit new members for the corps?]
Yes!
Allen quickly chose with his mind.
"Hmm?"
Hughes, Bond, and Fred suddenly had a hunch and simultaneously turned to look at Allen. They found him looking unfamiliar and somewhat frightening.
Cold, aloof.
Those deep blue vertical pupils seemed like the eyes of a god, high above. Life and death swirled in those eyes.
"Al... Allen?"
Hughes swallowed hard and called out weakly.
"What's wrong?"
The moment Allen responded, the eerie feeling vanished, and Allen instantly reverted to the person they trusted. It seemed like everything just now was an illusion.
"N... nothing!"
Hughes laughed awkwardly, thinking he must have been mistaken, and turned to continue digesting the potion. Bond and Fred scratched their heads in confusion before joining in. Allen curiously glanced at them but didn't mind. He then immersed his mind into the Monster Hunt Record.
[Ding! Main task completed: The Beginning of the Witcher Corps]
[Reward: Witcher Corps]
"Phew!"
Allen breathed a sigh of relief and eagerly switched to the corps interface.
[Corps Name: Unnamed]
[Rank: Level 1]
[Battle Record: 0/100]
[Members: 3/5]
[Loyalty: Hughes 100, Bond 96, Fred 92]
[Skills: Loot Lock LV1, Teach]
[Ding! A new hunt mission detected: Monster Hunt I. Do you accept?]
[Reward: 20 Battle Record points]
Battle Record should be the corps' experience, and the method of obtaining it is undoubtedly through hunting monsters. Once it reaches 100, the rank should increase. After the rank increases, the member limit will definitely go up, but it's unclear if new features or skills will appear. As for skills...
[Loot Lock]
[Level: 1]
[Type: Corps Skill]
[Effect: Minimum evaluation of D level is locked when the corps hunts and exterminates.]
Whoa!
This skill means that no matter the level of the monster, as long as the corps hunts, the final evaluation will not drop below D. In other words, each hunt will at least give three small experience orbs/experience orbs and two treasure chests. As expected, the main function of the Monster Hunt Record is the corps. He had felt something was off before.
The Monster Hunt Record, as the name suggests, encourages Witcher. Yet, after leveling up, the reward for killing low-level monsters plummeted. Now, killing a regular drowner sometimes doesn't even yield essence liquid.
Risking life and limb for no reward, who would still want to kill those small monsters?
With this corps passive, it makes sense. Before unlocking the corps, hunting monsters to improve the host's strength was to prevent the host from dying easily. Suppressing levels was to avoid the host from stealing kills and to actively cultivate more demon-hunting elites after the corps is unlocked.
At the same time, the "Against All Odds" settlement bonus encourages the host to challenge strong enemies actively, not slack off in strength due to the corps.
"The Monster Hunt Record... knows management!" Allen couldn't help but praise inwardly.
Then he continued reading...
Although it's unclear why the corps skill is related to the identification skill, Allen didn't hesitate to invest his remaining special skill point into Identification after seeing the unlock restriction.
[Ding! Your skill: Identification LV1 has been upgraded to Identification LV2]
At the same time, the effect of the Teach skill appeared.
[Teach]
[Level: 1]
[Type: Corps Skill]
[Active Effect: Skill experience of members can be increased at a 1:1 ratio by consuming Battle Record points.]
[Passive Effect: In combat, the skill experience of members will grow influenced by the leader.]
Hmm?
Can use Battle Record points to increase members' skill experience?
Wait a minute!
Identification LV2 allows viewing skill levels?
Allen quickly used an Identification on Hughes.
[Name: Hughes]
[Loyalty: 100]
[Attributes: Strength 8, Agility 7.6, Constitution 11.4, Perception 8.4, Mystery 4.3]
[Skills: Wolf School Two-Handed Sword LV1, Quen LV1.]
It really shows. And it even added loyalty. But the experience value is quite low.
Although unsure of Hughes' skill level during the Trial of the Grasses, Hughes had diligently trained in swordsmanship for a month and only gained 3 points of experience, which is quite realistic. It fits the long lifespan characteristic of witchers; if the talent is insufficient, each skill's improvement takes years. Actually, Allen's training speed was about the same. So after trying for a few days and lamenting why his system wasn't proficiency-based, he gave up and directly used experience orbs to level up.
After casually accepting the hunt mission, Allen closed the corps panel.
"By the way, Allen."
"What is the name of our Witcher corps? Should it be called the Wolf School Witcher Corps?"
Hughes, having digested the essence liquid, suddenly asked curiously. Bond and Fred also looked at Allen upon hearing this. Allen froze for a moment, recalling the current plight of the Wolf School. After a moment of contemplation, he raised his head and said seriously: "The lone wolf dies, the pack survives."
"Let's call it the Wolf Pack Witcher Corps!"
...…
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117. The Old Wolf Watches Over the Cubs.
118. The Rise of the Wolf School!
119. The Captain's First Operation!
120. Ritual Studies and the Ceremony.
121. Flesh Golem.
The corps was established. The exclusive hunting missions for the corps were also activated.
In theory, Allen should have seized the momentum, taken Hughes and the others to Killer Lake, blown the drowner whistle, and drawn his silver sword. A thrilling hunt between the witchers and drowners should have ensued. Unfortunately, the mountains were buried in snow.
Allen had already suffered enough from the deep snow yesterday. If not for the snow reaching his knees, making movement difficult, he wouldn't have almost fallen into the hands of the swamp hag. Thus, Allen not only decided against inviting Hughes and the others to hunt monsters in the wild, but he also planned to stay away from Kaer Morhen until the snow melted. However, the past few days had been sunny.
So, amidst the "crackling" sounds of wooden sticks clashing, Allen looked up at the bright, warm winter sun and speculated: "With such bright sunlight, the snow should melt in three or four days, right?"
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Seven days later.
At the top floor of the main castle of the Ancient Sea Fortress. Allen sat at the end of the black long table, looking wistfully at the snowflakes outside the window.
Who could have imagined that the clear weather after the highland trial was just the snow god taking a brief nap?
The sky over Kaer Morhen was clear for only four days before heavy snowfall resumed. Day after day, without a moment's pause. For the first time, Allen, who was born in the south in his previous life, experienced what it was like to have snow as high as a person. Throwing Hughes off the city wall of the Ancient Sea Fortress was like tossing him into a white ocean, disappearing into the snow instantly. Afterwards, it took a lot of effort using the Aard sign to blast a path back to the castle.
Quite interesting!
However, based on Allen's memories, this snowfall would continue for at least another five days. That would bring them to the seventh day of the Month of Rebirth. By then, it would be just two months before the spring equinox and the duel between the apprentices of the Wolf and Cat schools. The journey alone would take at least a month and a half…
The time left for him to familiarize himself with the company and enhance his strength was running out!
"Allen, is the snowfall good?" Vesemir's voice suddenly came from across the table.
"Fun…" Allen instinctively replied.
Then he realized something and turned to glare at Vesemir.
"Hahaha..."
The black long table burst into laughter.
Allen noticed, somewhat awkwardly, that the master witchers had all arrived at some point. They must have misunderstood his wistful gaze at the snow, thinking he wanted to go play in it with Hughes and the others!
"No problem! No problem!"
"Master Allen, that's perfectly normal."
"Otherwise, if you keep pushing yourself so hard, you'll eventually run into trouble!"
White-haired Whitelock laughed heartily and then kindly advised.
"Old Whitelock is right. No need to worry too much. Even if the sky falls, we old guys will hold it up. You won't have to."
Master Aristo also stroked his beard and comforted in his rough voice.
Vesemir, Danthe, the chief, and the other master witchers at the table all looked at him warmly. Like old wolves watching over their cubs. The awkwardness melted away under their genuine concern, filling Allen's heart with warmth, as if soaking in a hot spring. But he still hastily explained: "I was just thinking about something else, not planning to go play in the snow!"
Danthe laughed again, "Alright, alright. It seems our Master Allen is very busy!"
"In that case..." He turned to the head of the table and said, "Chief, let's get started!"
"Let's get started, let's get started!" The master witchers clamored, like a group of children hundreds of years old. Seeing this, Allen knew there was no explaining this away. He sighed and covered his face, giving up the struggle. As the commotion at the table subsided, the chief nodded slightly and called softly, "Vera!"
"Snap!"
A snap echoed from the dark corner of the room. Instantly, a full mug of clear, blue liquid appeared before each witcher. The master witchers looked at each other, unsure of the chief's intention.
"Drink it," the chief said.
Without hesitation, the master witchers exchanged glances and drank the liquid.
"Hmm?"
Almost immediately after drinking, some master witchers reacted.
"Did our strength increase a bit?"
Danthe asked, uncertain.
"Not just strength," Aristo, with his bushy beard, disagreed, "It seems our constitution improved more."
Strength and constitution enhancement.
Indeed, The blue liquid conjured by the sorceress with a snap was drowner heart essence. And by Allen's estimation, each mug contained about ten standard essence doses, increasing one point in strength and two in constitution. For master witchers, the enhancement was minor but perceptible.
Whitelock, in charge of the Wolf School's finances, glanced at the sorceress in the corner and said tactfully: "Chief, the potion is very effective, but it doesn't seem worth such an expense."
The chief shook his head and said: "This potion isn't expensive, just one drowner heart per dose."
"What!" The witchers stood up in shock.
They were distinguished master witchers and had consumed many potions over the years to enhance their physical qualities. Each bottle was worth a fortune. Though the potion they just drank had minor enhancements, similar potions would cost at least 800 orens each, if they could even be found. Such potions required a high level of alchemy skill to produce. Yet the chief claimed it only cost one drowner heart!
This was unbelievable!
"No wonder Lady Vera's alchemy skills have improved again," Vesemir praised.
The table buzzed with astonished whispers.
At this moment, a cool female voice emerged from the dark corner.
"My alchemy skills have indeed improved, but I didn't create this potion..."
She paused playfully at the critical moment, then proudly announced: "It was Allen!"
"Allen created this formula!"
"What!"
The master witchers turned their eyes to the end of the table. Under their amazed gazes, Allen felt a mix of satisfaction and embarrassment, holding his beer mug slightly to cover his face.
"Didn't expect the other master witchers to have never used drowner heart essence," he thought.
Allen glanced at the slightly smiling chief and the graceful figure in the dark corner, feeling a touch of gratitude. He knew they were paving the way for him. And if he guessed correctly, this meeting would bring even more surprises.
...…
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118. The Rise of the Wolf School!
119. The Captain's First Operation!
120. Ritual Studies and the Ceremony.
121. Flesh Golem.
122. Not the Drowner King?
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