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Chapter 14 Afternoon
Arwen made his way to the second floor of Kaer Mohen.
The space on the second floor is much smaller than the lobby on the first floor.
In the middle is a deep corridor, with rows of independent rooms on both sides.
These rooms are reserved for officially recognized Witchers.
Apprentices like Arwin could only squeeze into the apprentice quarters on the first floor with everyone else.
"Go up the spiral staircase, the second room on the left."
Alwin remembered the location Ms. Veris had mentioned yesterday.
He walked straight to the door and then stopped.
He had a strange feeling about Ms. Veris that he couldn't quite put his finger on.
Both her own feelings and Paul's unusual behavior at dinner yesterday shrouded the herbalist nun Vera in mystery.
After thinking for a while, he still raised his hand and knocked on the wooden door.
After all, based on his understanding of Vesemir, the other party was an extremely protective person.
If he had known that Ms. Veris was in danger, he would never have let him come so rashly.
"Please come in."
A clear female voice came from inside the door, and Alwin pushed open the wooden door.
A faint, refreshing chamomile scent wafted from the room.
Alwin's pupils suddenly dilated.
The room was neatly and fully furnished with household items, a stark contrast to the dilapidated state of Kael'thas.
A red wooden table faces the entrance.
Herbalist nun Veris sat gracefully in a chair behind the table.
She put down her quill and raised her head slightly. Even in the room, she wore a white hood symbolizing Sister Meritelli, revealing only two strands of her long, black hair.
On the table beside her, parchment scrolls, kraft paper rolls, and books were neatly arranged.
I straightened my cuffs and crossed my arms naturally.
Coupled with the layout of the table, it exudes an air of authority without being angry.
"Alvin?" She smiled slightly. "Good afternoon. Is today's training over?"
Alwin snapped out of his reverie and bowed in the apprentice's greeting. "Good afternoon, Ms. Veris. You're right, training is over."
"As agreed, is there anything I can help you with here?"
Upon hearing this, the herbalist's tone softened, and she raised her finger, pointing to the left.
"There's a box of herbs that just arrived under that shelf. I haven't had time to sort them yet; they're all very basic. Why don't you give them a try?"
"OK."
Alwin was overjoyed.
Experience points, here I come!
Following the herbalist nun's finger, they began to look around the room.
The room was arranged in a very orderly manner, with a spotless red lace carpet and rows of shelves displaying countless mysterious artifacts.
Of course, what attracted Alwin's attention the most were the two rows of books that filled the entire bookshelf.
In this medieval-like world, books represent knowledge and are undoubtedly invaluable.
The herbalist nun Veris looked at him and chuckled softly.
"Hehe, it seems my little assistant is very interested in books."
"Have you seen this before?"
Arwin pointed to a book, "The Book of Monsters, which Master Vesemir talked about when he taught us about monsters."
"Yes, this is a required course for witchers, it should be so."
"This is..." Alwin looked at the row of identical red books, "World History, by Roderick de Norwich, Ms. Veris, is this the complete set?"
"certainly."
Arwin was surprised. The World History was extremely rare; even in Kaer Morhen's library, there were only fragments.
Alwin's gaze swept across the bookshelf: "The Hidden World," "The Golden Mirror," and other books he had never read before.
Suddenly, he noticed a book whose cover featured a row of crooked characters.
This was not the common language he was familiar with.
"Ard Aercane, this is an ancient language, the script of the elves."
Alwin suddenly realized, opened his mouth, and wanted to ask what it meant.
Veris clapped his hands to interrupt him.
"Alright, enough chit-chat. There's no such thing as a reward without a price in this world. You should understand what I mean."
Alwin smiled somewhat helplessly.
He understood what Veris said and agreed with it.
Knowledge comes at a price, and the more advanced the knowledge, the higher the price.
His method of payment is to categorize herbs.
He quickly walked to the spot where Veris had just pointed.
Above the shelves are rows of drawers, with labels on the surface indicating the classification of various herbs.
A three-foot-wide wooden crate was tucked under the shipping container.
A faint herbal fragrance wafted from the wooden box.
Alwin bent over slightly, a tearing pain shooting through his back, which made him frown slightly.
But this injury shouldn't affect him too much.
"etc!"
Veris suddenly stood up and walked towards Alwin's location.
There was a hint of anger in her tone, which puzzled Alwin.
"Take off your clothes."
"Ms. Veris?"
"This is not a discussion, this is an order."
Alwin hesitated for a moment, then slowly took off his shirt.
Veris looked at the former's upper body, which was covered in bruises.
Especially on his back, the several red bloodstains were particularly noticeable and shocking.
Veris couldn't help but gasp.
"Where did these wounds come from?"
Arwen looked at Veris, the mist under his hood dissipating slightly to reveal a pair of jet-black, angry eyes.
Her aura was terrifyingly strong.
Alwin replied truthfully, "These were left over from training these past few days."
"Training?" Veris lifted Alvin's arm and couldn't help but yell.
"These lunatics! You're still a child! How could they do this!"
"I think the mutation has mutated their brains to the point of being mad. These damned, bloodthirsty idiots."
Alwin was stunned; he never expected that Veris was angry about this.
"This experiment must be stopped! It must be stopped!"
Veris roared.
"Ms. Veris..." Seeing the other party's excited expression, Alwin hurriedly said, "I think you've misunderstood. This is something I left behind during my special training these past two days."
"What kind of special training?"
"Uh... it's windmill training, and there's also more advanced swordsmanship training."
"Master Vesemir once said that it is better to sweat more during training than to bleed in battle against monsters."
Upon hearing this, Veris's terrifying aura subsided somewhat, and he pondered for a moment.
"I never expected you witchers to say such philosophical things. I always thought you were just muscle-bound, simple-minded guys."
After saying that, she first took out a pair of clean linen gloves from the side and put them on.
He then stood on tiptoe, pulled out a drawer from the top of the shelf, and took out a small piece of green ointment.
The strong aroma of herbs filled his nostrils.
Alwin said, "I had already applied the medicine when I arrived."
"Hmph," Veris glanced at the grease-like substance smeared on his wound.
"Don't mention that stuff you pulled out of the garbage dump anymore."
"Open your arms and stand still."