Chapter 12: Place of Power

The winter at Kaer Morhen had no outsiders to disturb, and life was relatively peaceful, which was very suitable for focused training.

After obtaining the method to improve the mutation level, Wayne became even more enthusiastic about Geralt's teaching.

Accompanied by this swordplay master, the White Wolf, Wayne picked up his silver sword and began to kill wildly in the forests, mountains, and rivers near Kaer Morhen.

His swordplay was fast and fierce. In order to obtain more materials for making potions, many monsters suffered, and they were killed by Wayne every three days.

Like monsters that are relatively easy to deal with, such as drowners, arachas, nekkers, and endregas, they were attacked by Wayne every three days and were almost killed to extinction.

This made Geralt, who had been accompanying him, feel very strange. He didn't know why this young Witcher was so obsessed with collecting materials needed to make potions. Could it be that he had fallen in love with the taste of potions?

However, Wayne's crazy behavior of brewing potions only lasted for less than a month before he had to stop.

In this cold winter, whether it was the spirits needed for brewing potions or those herbs growing all over the world, they were rare and expensive resources.

Without prior preparation, it was impossible to support such a large consumption.

But even so, Wayne's crazy potion practice for this month was quite fruitful.

From the time he learned to make Witcher potions, he would take at least three bottles of potions every day. On one hand, it was to exercise his mutation skill, and on the other hand, it was to let his body adapt to the potions and enhance his poison resistance.

And this month of hard work not only upgraded his mutation level by one level but also earned him a new subsidiary skill.

Alchemy LV1: Potion effect +4%.

And being able to have such results was inseparable from the support of several Witchers in the School of the Wolf.

This day at dinner, in order to reward everyone, Wayne prepared a sumptuous meal again.

There were smoked sausages, pickled salted fish, braised rabbit meat, roasted venison legs, delicious fish soup, and sweet wild vegetables found in the forest, totaling ten dishes.

Eating the soft white bread in his mouth, Lambert couldn't help but sigh:

"Since leaving the castle of Kaer Morhen at the beginning of the year, the wandering life outside has been like dog shit, and I have been missing Wayne's cooking."

"Clearly just ordinary ingredients, but he can always make a taste that makes people marvel."

"From that time on, I have been looking forward to the arrival of winter."

"This year, the time I rushed back to Kaer Morhen was half a month earlier than in previous years."

Eskel nodded upon hearing this, scooped a bowl of delicious fish soup for himself from the plate, enjoyed it as if he drank half a bowl, and then said a sentence:

"Wayne's cooking skills are even better than last year."

Geralt also enjoyed holding a roasted rabbit leg, eating it with focus, without interrupting.

For the past month, accompanying Wayne to collect herbs and slaughter monsters in the cold forest every day was not an easy job.

However, the Witchers of the School of the Wolf are extremely united internally. Although they have no blood relationship, they are not family but better than family, and no one will be stingy to pay for their brothers.

Sitting at the head of the dining table, Vesemir, who was nearly three hundred years old, looked at the warm scene before him and couldn't help but feel some emotion.

Since the disintegration of the Witcher Order, the life of Witchers has become more and more difficult, and opportunities like this for everyone to share delicious food and drink to their heart's content have become fewer and fewer.

He coughed lightly, attracting the attention of the others, before opening his mouth to say to Geralt:

"Since Wayne is going to leave Kaer Morhen after spring."

"Geralt, tomorrow, you will take him to the Place of Power in the back mountain."

"Help him activate the medallion of our School of the Wolf."

"For us Witchers, a magic medallion is an indispensable tool."

"It can let us perceive the magic fluctuations around us and not let magic blind our eyes."

Geralt didn't have much reaction, but Wayne, who heard about the Place of Power, had his eyes light up.

The Place of Power is a good thing. He had been at Kaer Morhen for almost a year and a half, and he almost forgot about this thing.

Anyone who has played the game knows that the Place of Power not only strengthens the Witcher's Sign power and recharges magic items, but in The Witcher 3 game, it can also let the protagonist Geralt obtain a skill point.

It's just that I don't know if it has these wonderful uses in this real world?

Geralt heard this, picked up a glass of beer and poured it down, shrugged indifferently, and said:

"Leave it to me, Vesemir."

"It's not my first time doing this."

The old Witcher hummed, suddenly thought of something, and added:

"By the way, you two should be careful, the trolls on the troll's head."

"They seem to have had some trouble recently, try not to have conflicts with them."

After saying this, the old Witcher said to Wayne with a serious expression:

"And you, child, I heard from Geralt that you have always been drinking potions recently, even when you are not fighting."

"These things contain a lot of toxicity, and even if we are Witchers, they will cause damage to our bodies."

"I don't know what you have in mind, but for the sake of your body, you'd better stop this behavior."

Wayne heard this, and originally wanted to explain a few words, but seeing the concerned expression on the old Witcher's face, he could only nod and say:

"I know, Master, I will pay attention."

He decided to reduce the number of potions he drank in the days at Kaer Morhen. It just so happened that the potions he had in reserve were not many, and if he drank them slowly, maybe he could last until spring.

After Vesemir's speech ended, the dining table became quiet again. Except for Lambert, the others were not talkative people.

Moreover, the delicious food on the dining table was so tempting that everyone didn't have much thought for idle chat.

Early the next morning, Wayne, who was somewhat excited, came to Geralt's room and woke up the White Wolf who was still sleeping soundly.

He couldn't wait to see if the Place of Power would have any special effect on him.

If it could also add a skill point to him like in The Witcher 3 game, then in the future, finding the Place of Power all over the world would become a good way for his strength to grow.

Geralt's temper was still okay. After being woken up by someone, he cursed in a low voice and then said:

"Little guy, you are too impatient."

"Didn't the old man teach you? The most important thing for a Witcher is patience and caution."

"Guys who are not careful enough will mostly die in a monster's lair within a year of graduation."

Wayne smiled somewhat embarrassedly and said half-truthfully:

"Sorry, Geralt, I'm just too interested in the Place of Power and the magic medallion."

"I have prepared a sumptuous breakfast for you."

"Let's finish eating early, set off early, and after we finish, we can take time to hunt in the forest and bring back some wild game." ===== CHAPTER 13 =====