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Chapter 57 Body Tempering and Alchemy
"I am a baron, a witcher! If you kill me, you will have nowhere to hide in Cordwin!"
Alwin said indifferently, "I return to you the words that Baron Leo Kramer, who loved his people like his own children, sacrificed himself to take down the brutal werewolves for the sake of his people."
Baron Shirakawa's eyes were filled with panic, and his tone was pleading, "No! Wait, I have a lot of money, a lot of jewels, I can give them all to you, spare my life!"
"I'll kill you and then go get it myself."
"What about Sienna? You like that woman too, don't you? I'll give her to you, and from now on you can do whatever you want with her..."
Alwin exerted force with both arms.
Baron Shirakawa froze, unable to detect any change in the other man's eyes.
The other party completely disdained Sienna's figure, and even his earlier talk about sleeping with Sienna was just to provoke him.
"I……"
"Snap!"
The blade sliced through Baron Shirakawa's shoulder blades inch by inch, piercing through his ribs and reaching his heart.
"Waaah..."
Large amounts of blood flowed from Baron White River's mouth as he stared venomously at Arwen: "I curse..."
Alwin raised his right arm and slammed his silver-studded fist into Alwin's mouth.
The broken teeth mixed with blood rushed into the latter's throat, and all that could be heard was a gurgling sound.
Baron Shirakawa leaned back and crashed heavily to the ground.
Arwen raised his greatsword, and blood stained the grass.
"If you're going to be on the road, then get on the road. Stop talking nonsense and avoid unlucky things. Be more careful next time."
[Wolf School Witcher Swordsmanship Experience +8!]
[Quin Sign and Aard Sign experience +1!]
【阿尔德法印Lv1：100/100→阿尔德法印Lv2：0/1000】
[Detected: Demon Hunter Signs Quen and Aard Lv2. To acquire the talent, you also need to upgrade Igni, Axii, and Yard to Lv2.]
Alwin pulled out the panel.
【Igni Sign Lv1: 71/100】
【Yakshi Seal Lv1: 62/100】
【Yarden Sign Lv1: 51/100】
I mentally calculated the progress; it would take at least a year to upgrade everything to Lv2.
Turn off the panel and turn your gaze to Baron Shirakawa.
Crouching down, Alwin picked up the knight's sword that had fallen to the ground.
[Blade Perception] triggered.
[Kremer Family Knight's Sword: A noble two-handed knight's sword custom-made for White River Lands by the blacksmiths of the Cordwin royal family. It has seven forging imperfections, is 38 inches long, with a 30-inch blade, weighs 44 ounces, and has its center of gravity 1.5 inches from the hilt. It is suitable for both mounted charging and thrusting attacks as well as shield and sword slashing attacks in foot combat.]
"Forged by the royal blacksmith?" Alwin twirled the sword, the blade whistling as he took out an oilcloth from his waist to wipe away the remaining bloodstains.
"A fine sword, but it's still too light for me. If I wiped off the family crest on the hilt, it would probably be worth a lot of crowns."
He accepted the knight's sword and reached out to touch Baron Shirakawa's cold armor.
As a royal guard knight, this armor is of far superior quality to ordinary armor.
If it weren't for the heavy armor, Arwen would have really wanted to take it too.
The problem is that it's too big to store, and the unicorn of Cordwin and the emblem of the White River Territory are too flashy.
It took some effort to disassemble the armor.
Along the way, he pulled out a money bag, opened it, and glanced inside; there were only 100 Ducati.
Arwin curled his lip; Baron White River was convinced he had taken him in and had no intention of paying him at all.
He reached into the lining of the cotton coat and pulled out a letter and a yellowed, old parchment.
I first glanced at the letters.
"My dear Ann, the curse you taught me has really worked. It won't be long before I come to take you and our son home. As for that bitch, I've already come up with a plan."
I found a witcher who will take care of the monster for me, and I will pin all the blame on him.
"Ann, I think we'll meet at my castle soon."
"Heh..." Alwin sneered. Baron White River's seemingly infatuated manner just now turned out to be no better than him.
He kept a mistress and had an illegitimate child with her.
An ordinary witcher might actually fall for his tricks.
In any case, the book "Freaks" is widely circulated in Cordwin, and with just a little publicity, all the blame will be directed at the Witcher.
That's quite a scheme.
Alwin silently put the letter away and began to look at the yellowed parchment scroll.
Running your fingers over the paper, the rough texture testifies that it has been around for hundreds of years.
"Body Tempering and Alchemy... requires the heart of one of the following monsters: Petrified Chicken Snake, Pterodactyl, Petrified Lizard... requires Earth Milk, White Cedar Flower, and Bidens pilosa... Fellow countrymen, please remember: those who are not determined must never use this method, otherwise they will become bloodthirsty monsters, harming others and themselves."
Finally, long live humanity! Long live the King! Drive those wretched maggots from our land! Exterminate those hideous monsters!
Arwen read aloud, looking down word by word, his gaze gradually burning with passion, unable to come back to his senses for a long time, as if he had returned to the time when mankind first landed on this world.
After about ten minutes, he let out a long sigh of relief.
This is an alchemy recipe that records something called a body-tempering ointment, which, when applied to the body, can strengthen the physical body.
But it requires a strong enough mind.
Alwin believed he should be able to handle this.
After all, it possesses the purple talent [Dual Soul].
His gaze swept over Baron Shirakawa's resentful and venomous eyes.
"No wonder, with a height of only 1.7 meters, he possesses such immense strength; he must have used the formula on this parchment."
"Body tempering and alchemy—this has never appeared in The Witcher games."
"However, in that primitive era before the Witcher was created, monsters roamed everywhere, and it's not impossible that wizards had other methods before they created the Witcher."
The parchment was carefully placed inside the leather jacket's inner lining.
"Just to be on the safe side, after obtaining the materials, we should go to the Temple of Meritelli first before attempting it. The most powerful alchemists from the northern kingdoms reside there; perhaps we can find information about the alchemy recipe there."
"Moreover, this formula hasn't been widely circulated, so the hidden dangers are definitely not limited to what I've mentioned above. If it succeeds, combined with my [Giant Bloodline], my physical body will become unimaginably powerful."
At this point, he clenched his fists, his eyes filled with anticipation.
He immediately stood up and continued cleaning up the battlefield; the six guards didn't have anything good on them.
Aside from the 200 Ducat, only the two light hand crossbows are worth something.
After taking them with him, Arwen first returned to the werewolf's feeding ground.
The naked, mud-covered elf still lay in the same spot.
Arwen's eyes were slightly lowered. She was the girl among the three elves. She had already woken up and was staring blankly at the sky.
Her skin was purple from the cold, covered in goosebumps, and her slightly swollen chest rose and fell gently, her heartbeat extremely faint.
With its lips slightly parted, it struggled to breathe and would soon die.
Arwen recalled what he had seen in the dungeon: wars between races were always brutal, and even women and children faced the slaughter.
"Gagaga..."
The raven flew back, circled in the air, and landed beside him.
Two years had passed, and with the original owner's memories, the doctrines of the Wolf School of Witchers were undoubtedly etched into his very bones.
We must remain neutral, but we cannot stand by and watch the innocent die.
He crouched down, took out the [Swallow] potion from his pouch, removed the cork, and poured it into the elf girl's mouth.
"This is a potion exclusive to witchers. It contains deadly poison for you, but it also has healing effects. Whether you survive or not depends on whether you can hold out for the next hour."
After feeding him a third of the bottle, Alwin got up, left, and went to the edge of the Alder Forest.
Looking through the cat's eye, across the moat, the main gate was tightly closed, and behind the tall wooden walls were four watchtowers.
In each watchtower stood four soldiers, indicating that Baron Baihe had made arrangements before arriving, and the entire Baihe territory was under martial law.
Infiltrate White River Territory and wreak havoc? Take out the Baroness too?
This is too risky. Even though a baron is at the very bottom of the lordly hierarchy, a nobleman is still a nobleman.
If the Baron's entire family were wiped out, it would surely lead to trouble for the Cordwin royal family, who would send a court wizard to investigate and might find traces of him.
Besides, only the Baron and his wife and a few others truly saw through him. He wasn't some kind of murderous maniac, and there were better options available.
With that thought, he took out the letter from Baron Shirakawa about his extramarital affair.
In this world, women also have the right to inherit.
That snobbish woman could easily distinguish between the pros and cons after reading this letter.
The death of a bastard is insignificant compared to the entire White River territory.
As Alwin pondered this, a creaking sound came from above.
The raven tilted its head and looked to its left.
A sparse sound arose, the sound of horses' hooves trampling the bushes.
A black mare slowly came into view, with a heavy saddlebag hanging beside her brown quilt.
Beside it was a middle-aged man wearing a green cotton coat.
He was a timber merchant whom Arwen rescued from the kobolds.
"The Witcher, you're still alive."
The timber merchant led his horse quickly over, his face beaming with joy.
Alwin was also surprised. "Theodore Reed? What are you doing here? And my horse?"
The timber merchant handed the reins to Alwin, and the black horse snorted.
"It's a long story. It's about my brother-in-law, do you remember him? He's the sergeant Martin who stopped us at the gate when we entered town."
"I remember."
"Hey, he came to see me secretly last night in the middle of the night, saying he saw the Baron with fully armed soldiers sneaking towards your location, and he was afraid you might be in trouble."
"Although I am a businessman, the most important thing in business is integrity, especially since you saved my life."
"So I secretly brought your horse out and waited around here."
At this point, he glanced behind Alwin and noticed the knight's sword and crossbow hanging at the latter's waist.
"The Baron and the others..."
Alwin did not answer.
The timber merchant swallowed hard, his body trembling slightly. "Then you'd better leave quickly, the sooner the better. Just pretend I never saw you."
Arwin smirked and handed the letter about Baron White River's affair to the timber merchant.
"Give this to the Baroness and tell her that the Baron killed the werewolf."
The latter quickly glanced at the contents of the letter and his eyes widened.
If handled properly, he could benefit immensely from this letter.
Arwen mounted his horse, tightened the reins, and squeezed his legs together. The black horse took a few steps forward when a sound suddenly came from behind.
The timber merchant removed his hat and said excitedly:
"Witcher, have a safe journey."
Arwen pulled down his hood and nodded in response, "You too, Mr. Merchant."