The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 19 Ghoul-Eating Creature Sword Oil

[Wolf School Witcher Swordsmanship Experience +1!]

Aiken raised his head, clenching his teeth, his green cat eyes reflecting the wall, a mixture of anger and resentment.

He suddenly braced his hands on the ground, and his neck immediately touched the blade of the sword.

Although the wooden sword paused, it pierced his heart like a needle, suddenly clearing his mind.

He remained silent for a few seconds, then his hands went limp. "I...I lost."

"Oh, praise be to Arwin!"

Paul shouted excitedly.

"Winston, did you see that? I won! Your green juice is mine tomorrow morning!"

Winston clenched his fists, looking sullen.

The apprentices cheered and applauded for Arwen, but there was no smile on his face.

He removed the wooden sword from Aiken's neck.

He didn't particularly dislike Aiken.

The other person was young and competitive, and even if it was jealousy, it was clearly written on their face.

Compared to those two-faced individuals, they are much easier to get along with.

Alwin moved his foot away, bent down, and reached out his hand to Aiken.

Horton shouted, "The winner of this duel is the Water Ghost Slayer Alwin. Upholding the principle of mutual assistance in the Witcher's Code, he should lend a helping hand!"

Aiken looked at Alwin's palm with his cat-like eyes, hesitated for a moment, and really wanted to slap it away.

But feeling embarrassed to be lying on the ground like a dog, he took the other person's hand and let them help him up.

"Let me practice for a few more days, and I won't lose to you next time."

Arwen heard Aiken's harsh words and smiled helplessly, "As long as it's a fair duel, you're welcome anytime."

He couldn't be happier to have this experience delivered right to his doorstep.

Aiken snorted, rubbed his knees, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Paul approached Arwen and said, "Arwen, how did you learn your swordsmanship? Teach us! We got a real beating from Vesemir today."

"Yes, please help us," Horton added.

Alwin looked at those expectant cat eyes.

I just defeated Aiken and gained 2 experience points.

Wouldn't it be helpful to gain more experience by sparring with these apprentices?

As the saying goes, practice makes perfect, and it's definitely better than just practicing on your own.

Moreover, given their six-year relationship, Alwin wouldn't mind helping them out.

"Sure, we can spar with each other when we have time, as long as you don't cry out in pain."

"Ah, spar with you?" Paul was taken aback. "You defeated Aiken with a single sword strike. How can we compare to you?"

Alwin said, "No, he's just impatient. If this continues, the outcome is hard to predict."

Paul and the others' eyes lit up as they looked at Aiken, only to find that he had his back turned and was humming through his nose.

"Thump!"

The bells of Kaer Moham rang.

"Quick, hide the wooden sword! It won't be good if Vesemir finds it."

Everyone quickly returned to their beds, and Arwen and Aiken skillfully stuffed the wooden swords back under their beds.

The apprentices on either side were responsible for blowing out the candles on the bedside table, then covered themselves with quilts and closed their eyes.

Visibility dimmed.

Suddenly, a pair of amber cat eyes appeared in the shadows outside the apprentices' quarters.

Vesemir stood there quietly, for how long had he stood there? Finally, a satisfied smile appeared on his weathered lips.

It was midnight.

Alwin suddenly opened his eyes.

He couldn't sleep, and every time he closed his eyes, he would see the basic meditation method taught by Ms. Veris.

No, we have to try.

Alwin listened carefully to make sure that the breathing of Paul and the other four had become even and deep before sitting up.

Due to the agreement with Veris that he could not teach the meditation method to others without permission, he decided to go out and train.

Grabbing his clothes, he carefully left the apprentices' quarters and arrived at a secluded corner in the front yard of Kayle Mohen.

That's the place where he installed the mutant last time.

The autumn winds in the north in September were already very cold, which made him even more alert.

Looking up at the starry sky above, the faint call of a forest owl drifted over.

Alwin knelt on the ground with his hands loosely clasped in front of his lower abdomen.

He recalled the knowledge he had about meditation.

Meditation, simply put, is calming the mind and focusing the attention on a particular thing.

"Ms. Veris's basic meditation method clearly states that the world is filled with chaotic energy, and magic is about harnessing this energy for one's own use."

"There are four types of chaotic energy: earth, water, air, and fire. Perceiving even one of these is considered a basic understanding."

Alwin adjusted his breathing, his chest rising and falling, and repeatedly imagined natural scenes such as mountains, rivers, storms, and raging fires in his mind.

However, after a long time, the experience gained from [Basic Meditation] on the panel did not increase at all.

Instead of getting discouraged, they continued the tedious process over and over again.

Suddenly, his nose twitched slightly, as if he had sensed something strange.

Joy welled up.

"It's an element, I sense an element?"

"Haha, this element actually has a sweet taste."

"No, wait, why do I feel so dizzy!"

……

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Alwin felt as if he had just had a hazy dream, and his head was throbbing with pain.

He reached up and rubbed his temples, trying to open his heavy eyelids.

A dazzling Milky Way hangs in the night sky, and the sound of flowing water rings in your ears.

Alwin's cat eyes narrowed suddenly, and he immediately straightened up.

"This isn't Kaer Morhen, this is..."

He looked around and saw two towering cliffs on the left and right sides, with a rushing river flowing between them.

I pursed my lips, my mouth was dry, and a strong, complex flavor exploded on my tongue.

After careful examination, his Alchemy Perception allowed him to detect the presence of the poisonous buttercup.

It's a magic potion!

The pitch-black vision began to reverse, and the whole world lost its color, turning into a pale, ashen gray.

Is it the magic potion [Cat]?

"Hiss hiss hiss..."

A sour and unpleasant voice suddenly rang out.

Alwin quickly turned his head to look, and a yellowish-white upper body silhouette appeared on the lake surface, just like a modern thermal imaging camera.

The monster emerged from the water, the river water sliding down its eerie blue scales, its bulging, dead fish eyes flashing with a scarlet luster.

"ha!"

A sharp shriek rang out.

Alwin's inner alarm bells were ringing loudly.

Water ghost!

He braced himself with his palms on the ground, a stiff feeling coming from his spine.

Alwin instinctively reached over his shoulder and grasped the cold metal.

[Blade Perception] triggered.

[Wolf School Witcher Silver Sword: A silver sword from Kael'thas Armory Collection, with a silver-plated steel core, engraved with elven runes, twenty defects, 38 inches in total length, 25 inches in blade length, 40 ounces in weight, and a center of gravity one inch from the hilt, suitable for slashing motions.]

[The ghoul-eating sword oil has been applied, which will cause great damage to the ghouls.]

Ghoul-eating creature sword oil?

Before anyone could be shocked, the water ghost that had surfaced had already launched its attack, and the fishy smell swept over them.

With his right hand over his shoulder, he drew his silver sword, his cat-like eyes silent.

This wasn't the first time he'd encountered a water ghost.

The next moment, a silver sword light was unleashed.