The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 6 Installing Mutagen

Underwater breathing...

Alwin slowed his pace.

After observing the surrounding environment, I noticed that the space was cramped, and there was a triangular dead end in front of me. I could even see small lizards crawling through the gaps in the stone bricks.

Located between the walls and castle of Kaer Mohan, in a secluded spot, he went unnoticed.

"Install."

Alwin silently recited in his heart.

The blank space in the mutant column was immediately filled with a white sphere, with a water ghost image pattern in the center of the sphere.

Instantly, a tingling sensation surged from my cheeks, and my muscles seemed to come alive and begin to twitch.

Alwin touched his face; his skin felt slightly rough, but otherwise normal.

"call……"

He silently breathed a sigh of relief.

If he were to have this water ghost mutant installed, and develop gill-like features on his cheeks, it probably wouldn't be long before he was lying in Kayle Morhen's laboratory.

Alwin did not linger in place, and continued running around the city wall.

With each breath, Alwin felt much lighter.

It's the amplification brought about by the water ghost mutant.

Alvin silently felt it, although the overall effect was not significant, at most it felt like he would be a few seconds faster in a 1,000-meter sprint.

My gaze shifted to the panel.

[Water Ghost Mutant (White) x1, Water Ghost Mutant remaining 25%]

[Note: Upgrading the Water Ghost Mutant requires 10 Water Ghost Mutants]

Alwin wasn't surprised, since he had already considered the possibility of the mutants upgrading when he saw that they could achieve a 125% value.

The current slow growth rate does not mean it will not be good in the future; the future is promising.

Moreover, what he is most looking forward to now is the mutants dropped by other monsters.

If it were a mutated form of a petrified lizard, a demon, or even a dragon, how monstrous would that be?

Fifteen laps completed.

Arwen washed his face, rested for a bit, and walked through the castle gate. He sniffed lightly, his nostrils filled with the smell of rotting wood.

To the left front of the hall, a huge beam of light shone in from outside, with the collapsed stone bricks piled up together.

The entire Kaer Mohen has not been repaired for a long time.

"Arwen, come quick!"

Paul and the other apprentices stood not far away.

Alwin quickened his pace slightly.

"Arwin, how did you do that? Just now, you killed four water ghosts all by yourself! My God!"

Although Paul and his teammates were punished by having to run, they kept an eye on Alwin's location.

The bloody scene was a shock to their eyes.

Horton gave Alwin a hug right away.

"My brother, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would have been scratched by the water ghost, just like Brad."

Alwin hugged him back, then quickly separated.

"I was just lucky; Geralt tossed me the silver sword."

Upon hearing this, Brad silently lowered his head and looked at the bandage wrapped around his right hand.

Aiken crossed his arms and said, "I told you, I clearly saw Geralt throw him the silver sword, but you still didn't believe me."

"If I had a silver sword, I could do that too."

Those present exchanged glances upon hearing this, and the atmosphere gradually became tense.

Arwen glanced at Aiken's hostile cat-like eyes and simply smiled.

"Aiken is right. Without the silver sword, I really couldn't have killed those four water ghosts."

The other apprentices were clearly taken aback; according to past practice, this was absolutely a blatant provocation.

When faced with provocation, only fists can prove the truth, and it will also provide entertainment for the other apprentices.

Winston, who was in Alwin's group, sniffed and smelled the delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen in front.

"My brothers, take a sniff, it smells like bacon. If you ask me, let's stop talking about the water ghost and sit down to enjoy lunch."

With Winston's mediation, Paul immediately raised his hand, "Indeed, I'll have a glass of green juice, to Alwin, to our health! Cheers!"

"For your health."

Alwin echoed, walking past Aiken, leaving the latter standing there with wide eyes and clenched fists.

Alwin looked relaxed and didn't take it to heart at all.

What's the point of having an adult soul arguing with a thirteen or fourteen-year-old in the midst of rebellion?

Walk to the right front of the hall, where there is a long wooden table with a surface covered with carvings, clearly indicating that it is very old.

Wooden plates were neatly arranged on one side of the wooden table, containing a bowl of vegetable stew, a large portion of bacon and eggs, and bright green fruit juice.

In the middle of the wooden table was a woven basket filled with black bread.

Alwin's appetite was whetted; the lunch looked pretty good.

Vesemir and Geralt emerged from the kitchen, their plates laden with the same food as the apprentices', except the green juice had been replaced with wheat beer.

Vesemir and Geralt sat opposite the apprentice.

Once the patriarch was seated, the apprentices, including Alwin, immediately picked up their utensils and began to wolf down their food.

After the storm had passed, Alwin downed the green juice in one gulp. It tasted herbal, but was quite refreshing and not unpleasant to drink.

"Master Vesemir, tell us a story."

Winston touched his stomach and spoke.

The other apprentices also began to stir up trouble.

Vesemir put down the wooden spoon.

"Alright, listen up."

"Is it a monster? I want to hear about pterosaurs!"

"Petrified lizard."

Vesemir said, "No, it's a werewolf."

Vesemir is undoubtedly a man of great experience, recounting the love story between a werewolf and a country girl, as well as knowledge related to the werewolf curse.

The process was bizarre and tortuous, but the ending was not happy; both the werewolf and the country girl perished.

The werewolf died in a siege by the royal hunters, while the country girl was exposed by the villagers and burned alive by the priest.

Arwen listened with rapt attention, and Geralt brought out another bottle of ale to moisten Vesemir's throat.

As for apprentices, under the Witcher's Code, drinking alcohol is strictly prohibited for minors.

"This story is really touching."

"Tell me another one, Master Vesemir."

Vesemir tapped his finger on the table. "That's enough, kids. You have alchemy lessons this afternoon. You should rest. Don't let me catch you dozing off this afternoon."

The apprentices let out strange, drawn-out cries, while Alwin silently began clearing away the dishes.

This atmosphere reminded him of his childhood days living in the countryside, a time of harmony and comfort.

Alwin and his apprentices cleaned up the dishes and returned to their quarters together. According to the schedule, there was an hour and a half of rest time after lunch.

After a morning of training, everyone fell fast asleep as soon as they lay down on their beds.

Vesemir and Geralt stood in the doorway, the latter's voice deep.

"These wolf cubs are such a worry."

Geralt said, "Isn't this exactly what you wanted? Didn't you always complain that Kael'thas had no apprentices?"

"However, there are indeed quite a few people who have passed the Grass Trial this time."

After Geralt finished speaking, he and Vesemir fell silent.