The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 69 Goodnight

Alwin strode forward, silently counting down 30 seconds in his mind. That was enough time!

The three dwarves were terrified by the black-haired demon and roared loudly, trying to drown out the demon's aura with their voices.

The sword wind howled, and in an instant, the blade was already at the bald head of the 'sneaker' dwarf.

The latter screamed, its head caved in, and then exploded like a watermelon.

Alwin's heart was pounding violently.

25 second left.

The other two dwarves roared, their eyes also bloodshot with rage.

As a race of warriors, they have never had a moment of weakness.

Good timing!

Arwen, with his cat-eyed rage, swung his greatsword in a whirlwind sweep.

[Whirling Blade] was triggered, and two incredibly powerful sword strikes instantly slew the remaining dwarves.

20 seconds.

Alwin scanned his surroundings, his cat-like eyes quickly locking onto the green frog hiding in the bushes.

He took a deep breath, completely ignoring the injury on his thigh, and sprinted at full speed.

The frog's eyes widened in fear; knowing it had been targeted, it leaped out of the bushes with a powerful push off the ground with its hind legs.

It tried to escape, but only for a moment, and then came the sound of a sharp gust of wind tearing at its cloak from behind.

The frog sensed a powerful aura above its head, raised its eyes, and stomped down hard on a boot inlaid with silver ingots.

"Croak!!!"

*Smack!*

The frog's plump body was crushed by the trampling.

Arwen searched for his final target; the pine forest was silent.

"Hidden?"

He frowned.

Suddenly, his dual souls detected a trace of magical fluctuation.

Immediately afterwards, a wisp of smoke appeared among the nettles about ten meters ahead, which then condensed into a human figure.

Take a closer look.

It was the pointy-eared elf who had grabbed Mia; his face was contorted and he was trembling all over, clearly terrified.

"devil!"

He screamed and turned to flee in panic.

Arwen first tossed the greatsword slightly into the air, then gripped the hilt in reverse, the blade pointing directly at the elf's back.

After capturing the movement trajectory, the muscles in his right arm bulged, and he shot out violently like a giant sword or javelin.

"call out!"

The sound of swords cutting through the air swept through the pine forest, and the blade pierced the back, pinning the elf to a pine tree.

As the elf wailed, blood flowed from the sword groove and dripped onto the ground.

The cawing of the ravens circling in the air abruptly ceased, and they perched among the tree trunks.

Alwin's tense nerves finally relaxed at this moment, but then a sharp pain in his thigh followed.

He gasped for breath and braced himself against the tree trunk with his right hand.

[Wolf School Witcher Swordsmanship Experience +5!]

The fragrance of lily of the valley wafts through the air.

Mia looked flustered and helped Alwin up.

"You're injured, let me help you sit down first."

As she spoke, she quickly helped Alwin sit down in a slightly cleaner spot and rummaged through the pouch at her waist.

Scissors, clean linen bandages… Alvin sniffed them; there was a strong herbal scent. He thought to himself, 'And some hemostatic ointment.'

She put on gloves and skillfully used scissors to cut open the trousers next to Alwin's wounds. There were two thumb-width wounds on his pale skin, caused by a triangular dagger.

This dagger is extremely vicious; the wounds it inflicts often bleed profusely.

But the situation before Mia was completely unexpected.

Although Alwin was still bleeding, the rate was noticeably slower than normal.

"It's the Golden Oriole. Drinking it will reduce the damage from bleeding."

Mia suddenly realized what was happening, and after a quick check, she said, "I need to do some basic treatment on the wound. It might hurt a little. Do you need anesthesia?"

"No," Alwin gritted his teeth, "I'm a witcher, I can't use anesthetics, let's begin."

Mia pursed her lips, quickly took out the medicine, disinfected it, and began to use fishing line to do simple suturing of the wound, followed by bandaging.

Throughout the entire process, Alwin simply kept his eyes closed and didn't utter a sound.

As dusk settled, Mia wiped the sweat from her forehead.

She finished before it got completely dark.

Alwin gave Mia a deep look. She looked very young, but her technique was excellent.

But thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. If they didn't have exceptional strength, they wouldn't have been given this dangerous mission by the Temple of Meritelli.

"I brought some food," Mia said softly.

"Aww..."

A mournful wolf howl echoed from the distant pine forest, and her body trembled.

Alwin frowned slightly, then relaxed. "It's alright. There's the scent of royal pterosaurs here. Even if the smell of blood is strong, they won't dare to come over."

Mia breathed a slight sigh of relief after being comforted by Arwen.

She saw Alwin leaning against the tree trunk, trying to stand up, and quickly got up to help him. "You can't do strenuous exercise right now."

"I need to go and get my sword back."

The howling of wolves echoed again.

Mia understood this principle.

After retrieving his sword, Arwen summoned his mare and used the Axii sign to barely appease her into staying beside the royal pterodactyl's corpse.

Mia gathered some dry branches around her and built a makeshift campfire.

Arwen cast the Igni sign with his right hand, sparks bursting from the branches before bursting into flames.

With heavy steps, he arrived at the corpse of the Royal Pterodactyl, pulled out the dagger tucked at his waist, cut off a large chunk of flesh from the Royal Pterodactyl's thigh, and then cut a strip of meat, which he tossed to the raven that had been waiting for a long time.

When they returned to the campfire, Mia had already cleaned up the area and laid out a clean mat.

She watched as the raven happily carried the meat in its beak and hopped along behind Arwen.

"Young Witcher, may I now learn your name?"

Mia looked on with curiosity.

Arwen sat on the cushion, sharpened a clean piece of firewood with his dagger, and skewered some royal pterosaur meat on it.

"Alvin Thyssen, get me the salt; it's in the saddlebag."

Mia walked over to the mare, opened the saddlebags, and quickly rummaged through them in the dim firelight. "Salt, here it is... fishing hooks and line?"

She picked it up and examined it closely. "It really is. Nannick told me that you witchers always carry this thing with you. Oh, no, every man has one."

Arwen calmed himself down and used [Alchemy Perception] to scan the two skewers of royal pterosaur roasted meat in his hand.

Only after confirming that the poison from the arrow had not contaminated the fire did they feel safe enough to place it on the fire.

He wasn't too worried about the poison, mainly because Mia was with him.

"Here, for you." Mia sat back down beside him.

Arwen secured the kebabs to the campfire and casually took the salt.

Flames engulfed the firewood, and the two watched in silence as the blood-red roasted meat gradually turned white.

Mia stole a glance at Alwin's profile and whispered, "Thank you. Without you, I might have died here."

"You noticed something was off about them a while ago, didn't you? It's my fault you got hurt, I'm sorry..."

As she spoke, a look of lingering fear crossed her face.

Arwen chuckled softly. "The Temple of Meriteli has a friendly relationship with us, and I will not stand by and watch you die."

"Moreover, without your help, I wouldn't have been able to hunt this Royal Pterodactyl, and your shapeshifting ability was also a great help."

"real?"

"Um."

"Hey, that's not some kind of transformation spell, it's a transformation potion."

"Oh?"

At this point, Alwin became interested. "Transformation potion? Is it the same as transformation magic?"

Mia snorted. "It should be about right. Transformation potions are a technique only the High Priest knows, and there aren't many in the entire Temple of Meritelli. The bottle I just used was for self-defense during this mission. Oh, and Nannick, she can make them too."

"The High Priestess said that Nannick's alchemical talent was the best she had ever seen, and he was also the closest to the High Priestess herself."

The royal pterosaur meat sizzled and dripped with oil, emitting a rich aroma of roasted meat. Arwen sprinkled some salt on it and handed Mia a skewer.

Mia accepted it with both hands. "Thank you."

She blew on it, took a small bite, and her beautiful eyes lit up.

"It's so delicious..."

Alwin also took a bite, his mouth filled with the rich aroma of meat, the savory oil dancing on his tongue, fatty but not greasy.

Pterodactyl meat is a delicacy reserved for royalty and nobility. It requires no special cooking methods; just a little salt is all it takes to make it a top-quality dish.

Is Nannick still in the temple?

"Do you know her?"

"Yes, about nine years ago, in Kaer Mohen, she taught me humanities."

Mia looked up at the sky. Nine years ago, she hadn't even joined the Temple of Meritelli.

"Isn't the temple located in Franktal? I didn't see it when I was in town."

Mia's voice held a hint of excitement. "It's near the town of Franktal, about a mile away. It's a beautiful place; it used to be Elsberg, the elven capital. Do you want to go?"

Alwin nodded. "As a Witcher of the Wolf School, I must pay a visit to my former teacher."

"So that's how it is."

She finished the barbecue, and a cold wind blew through her hair. Even with a campfire, it was hard to keep out the chill of October in the north.

"It's getting a bit cold."

She shivered.

Alwin said, “I have a mattress in the saddlebag.”

Mia stood up, searched for a while, and made some sparse noises.

Alwin immediately felt a soft body beside him, and the mattress pressed against his back.

Mia leaned on Alwin's shoulder, pulled the mattress tighter with one hand, and yawned.

After the recent hunt and wound treatment, I was completely exhausted.

Goodnight, Witcher.

Alwin lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the flames with his cat-like eyes, and pulled the blanket tighter.

"Good night."