Chapter 196: The Shocked Witcher of the Wolf School

Seeing the figure standing in the courtyard, Geralt leaped down. With a light wave of the space bracelet on his right hand toward the magic flying carpet floating in the air, the carpet obediently dove into his space bracelet.

At this moment, he was wearing a full set of bright and magnificent dragon-skin armor. On his left hand was a dark gold adamantine arm crossbow, and his right hand wore several sparkling gemstone rings and bracelets. He carried no weapons on his back, only a short sword engraved with magic inscriptions hanging at his waist. Although the armor had a bit of frost condensed from flying too long in the cold wind, he looked tall, mighty, and well-equipped overall, his handsome appearance comparable to any protagonist in an adventure novel.

Vesemir looked at this extraordinary, magnificent equipment on Geralt, feeling quite proud in his heart while simultaneously unable to help but feel a bit of a headache.

This was only the second year since he had finished his training. What on earth was going on with this little witcher he had taken in? He was far too capable of causing a stir; had he plundered the treasures of several dragons, or robbed the treasury of some kingdom?

Although the old witcher couldn't identify the origins of Geralt's equipment, recognizing only the green dragon leather, his powerful witcher senses still allowed him to distinguish the strong magic fluctuations emanating from them. Every piece of equipment was a magic item not to be underestimated.

Clearly, the harvest of this young witcher over the past year had far exceeded everyone's imagination.

After putting away the magic flying carpet, Geralt ignored the old witcher's somewhat emotional expression, went straight up, and gave the old man a bear hug, patting his back affectionately while saying warmly, "I'm back, teacher."

A year had passed, and perhaps due to the awakening of the Elder Blood and the influence of his innate super strength, he had grown taller. His physique was not at all like the frailty of elves; while he couldn't be called a muscle-bound freak, the muscles on his body were very aesthetic, his build slender yet robust, absolutely deserving of being called tall and heroic.

Compared to him, ordinary elves were just sissies.

Now, even Vesemir no longer appeared so tall in front of him.

The old witcher also patted Geralt's back affectionately and said with a smile:

"Alright, child, go inside early. It's very cold outside, and everyone is waiting for you."

Entering the castle hall, several members of the Wolf School were indeed sitting by the fireplace. The White Wolf Geralt and Lambert were leisurely playing Gwent, while Eskel was holding a book describing knowledge related to succubi, reading with great interest.

When they saw Geralt entering with Vesemir, the big-mouthed Lambert immediately put down the Gwent cards he was about to lose and fired the first shot, saying, "Ah! Isn't this the noble Master Geralt?"

"I thought some sorceress had dragged you away and wouldn't let you come back?"

"By the way, it seems her name is Keira, right? The one who is short but has a face full of arrogance."

The corners of Geralt's somewhat paralyzed face also twitched as he said:

"No, I've already heard from Yennefer that another red-haired sorceress poached Keira's corner. Our little master is now involved with these two sorceresses; perhaps it's because he was entangled by them that he came home so late."

Hearing the words of the two big mouths, even Eskel, who was addicted to succubus knowledge, raised his head and asked, "Don't these two sorceresses know that Geralt is only nineteen? Judging by the age of half-elves, they are practically committing a crime."

Geralt and Lambert laughed out loud upon hearing this. Lambert suddenly winked at Eskel and said:

"Old pal, you shouldn't underestimate our Master Geralt. He is much better at dealing with women than you are."

"Remember when we were dealing with the evil god Dagon at the bottom of the lake?"

"You might not have noticed, but I saw it very clearly. When we were fighting for our lives in the front, he and that red-haired sorceress were hiding beside Yennefer, secretly kissing, and kissing so devotedly."

"If it weren't for us being in the way on the side, they might have already done something."

Geralt, upon hearing this, also put down the Gwent cards in his hand, looked at Eskel with a look that said you are still too young, and said in a low voice:

"When it comes to dealing with women, that kid Geralt really has a way."

"We encountered a beautiful female elf in the elven underground ruins in Kaedwen."

"Geralt had only met her twice before he coaxed her into bed. I have seen the look in that female elf's eyes when she looked at Geralt; it was definitely not a look of just playing around. She was deeply fascinated by Geralt."

From the entrance of the castle hall to the table by the fireplace, it was only a few dozen steps. Listening to the off-the-wall gossip of these witcher seniors, Geralt only felt as if there were bugs crawling in his head, his heart twitching, feeling extremely embarrassed.

He even felt that the old witcher walking with him was looking at him with a strange expression, as if looking at a playboy.

Geralt walked a few quick steps, shook off Vesemir beside him, walked to the table by the fireplace, slammed the table with a bang, and then waited until everyone's eyes were on him.

Only then did he reveal a slightly stiff smile and explained:

"Brothers, teacher, the reason I came back so late this time is not because I was busy with those messy things."

"I have prepared some gifts for you, which are definitely good things you have never seen before that will surprise you."

Hearing that there were gifts, and gifts that Geralt had spent a lot of effort to prepare, although Geralt and the others didn't care much about what they could get, they were still very happy in their hearts.

They all stood up and gathered around the table. Lambert whistled, Eskel reluctantly put down the book in his hand, and even Vesemir looked at Geralt with great interest, looking forward to what this young man could take out that would be refreshing.

Seeing everyone's eyes on him, Geralt chuckled, waved the space bracelet in his hand over the table, and four small black leather bags immediately appeared.

These leather bags didn't look big, the appearance was quite exquisite, and the material of the leather used was unknown, but overall it was not much different from ordinary waist bags.

Facing the eyes of his companions, Geralt didn't say much, with a mysterious smile on his face, then reached out to pick up a waist bag, opened the lid, and showed the space inside to everyone.

The old witcher Vesemir, who first saw the situation inside, made a sound of surprise, and then the others had similar reactions after seeing the situation inside the waist bag.

Lambert, who had the fastest mouth, asked, "What is going on? Why is the space inside more than ten times larger than it looks on the outside? Is this also a magic item like your bracelet?" Geralt, upon hearing this, didn't sell it short, nodded to everyone and said, "That's right, these four waist bags are all magic equipment. The internal space is about ten times that of an ordinary waist bag. With this thing, although you can't put weapons inside, things like alchemy bombs, witcher potions, and some other small materials are enough to hold about ten times that of an ordinary waist bag."

"This will give you quite a lot of convenience in battle, improve your endurance, and the things put inside have no weight. Even if you fill it with gold coins, it won't make your waist bag heavy."

Lambert's eyes lit up, and he immediately praised, "Good stuff!"

These four waist bags were actually the most common space props in the Azeroth world, leather bags made by mages, roughly equivalent to the eight-slot bags in the game, with an internal space of one-sixteenth of a cubic meter. Not only did it require superb tailoring craftsmanship, but it also required quite profound arcane magic technology.

It was the cheapest and best-selling magic equipment that could be sold in magic shops.

Geralt bought ten in total, each worth ten Azeroth gold coins, equivalent to two hundred Orens. However, if you were in the Wizard World, even if you spent a thousand Orens, you might not be able to buy such a piece of space equipment.

Vesemir picked up another leather bag with a surprised and complicated expression, looked at it carefully for a long while, and then sighed, "Is this a product researched by a genius sorcerer? Its craftsmanship is already quite mature. In the past few hundred years, I have seen very few magic props that can store items. I didn't expect to see so many in front of me now. It seems that the technology of sorcerers has made great progress again!"

Eskel also took a leather bag, looked at it carefully, and said, "Geralt, do you really want to give this to us? This must be a very precious magic prop. Although we know you can make money, always taking your benefits makes us seniors feel a bit embarrassed."

Geralt waved his hand and didn't explain too much. Although he would definitely tell his companions in the future that he could travel through different worlds, now was not the time.

"Don't say that, brothers. Just like dealing with the evil god this year, I will definitely have many places to trouble everyone in the future."

"Besides, I have no other relatives except you. Isn't it a matter of course to share good things with my family?"

Although Geralt said it very plainly, the other witchers felt warm in their hearts. These rough men usually wouldn't say it even if they had such thoughts. Only an extroverted person like Geralt would say such cheesy words so lightly.

Geralt was the closest to Geralt among the witchers of the same generation. He unceremoniously took a magic leather bag, hung it on his belt, and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, kid Geralt, I won't be polite to you. I'll accept this waist bag. You don't have to say, it's really practical. It's simply a good thing tailored for us witchers."

With him as an example, the others were not polite, each took a magic waist bag and hung it on their waists.

Geralt nodded with satisfaction, and then his right hand waved over the table again. Four palm-sized round stones fell out of the space bracelet. A strange magic pattern was drawn on them, which was exactly the specialty of the Azeroth world, the ordinary-level Hearthstone.

Looking at these four strange stones, Lambert, who had the most straightforward personality, spoke first.

"This is, Geralt, is it a rune stone? I seem to have heard of this kind of thing, which can increase the special attributes of weapons."

Facing the curious eyes of his companions, Geralt revealed a mysterious smile again. He picked up a Hearthstone, weighed it in his hand, and said:

"This thing is not a street stall item like a rune stone, but a powerful magic prop."

"Actually, I always felt that it was too much trouble to spend a few months every year crossing several countries to return to Kaer Morhen."

"With this thing, even if you are in any part of the Northern Kingdoms, you can return to Kaer Morhen within a few minutes, crossing thousands of kilometers, and there is no problem."

After listening to Geralt's introduction, Geralt, Lambert, and Eskel all showed expressions of disbelief and surprise. Vesemir, on the other hand, had no doubts at all, but touched his beard, also picked up a Hearthstone, placed it in front of his eyes, and observed it carefully.

However, as a witcher, although the old man was experienced, he had no research talent. After looking at it for a long time, he didn't see anything strange about this stone from another world.

The old witcher smacked his lips and asked in a somewhat puzzled tone, "Is this a magic prop similar to a sorcerer's portal?"

"However, I didn't feel any magic fluctuations on it. If you hadn't told me it was a magic prop, I would only think it was an ordinary stone."

Geralt was not surprised by this. After all, they were all new things, and everyone needed a certain amount of time to accept them.

He picked up a Hearthstone, looked at everyone, and introduced the function, usage, and precautions of the Hearthstone in detail. After the introduction, he said somewhat proudly:

"With this thing, we can save a few months of time returning to Kaer Morhen every year in the future. Even if there is an emergency, we can instantly reunite in Kaer Morhen. Not only can it be used for traveling, but it can also be used to save our lives. What do you think of this thing?"

The others looked at the Hearthstone in a daze. If it wasn't Geralt who introduced this thing, but some merchants or sorcerers, they would definitely think that guy was a fraud.

But now it was Geralt who said this. This guy could be said to be the most magical young man among the Wolf School witchers. It was not surprising that he did many shocking things.

The others were still lost in thought and didn't speak. Vesemir was the first to react. He reached out and touched his beard again and said in an emotional tone:

"If this thing is really as magical as you said, Geralt, then you have done me a big favor."

"I am old now, and the time spent on the road every year makes me feel very irritable. With this thing, I can stay in the castle often and not go out anymore."

Hearing the old witcher's emotion, the others also came back to their senses and couldn't help but praise Geralt's gift loudly.

This magic prop that could go home at any time was simply the best gift for these Wolf School witchers who were attached to their homeland. While accepting this gift, they were also thinking that they must bring a gift that would satisfy Geralt next year.

Otherwise, wouldn't they, as seniors, be too shameful?

However, just when they thought Geralt's gifts were only these two good things, who knew that Geralt's right hand waved over the table, and the originally empty table was immediately filled with countless things.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I have also prepared many other good things. Wait for me to introduce them one by one."

(Relatives visited, drank alcohol at night, hehe!) (End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 197 =====