Chapter 303: Research and Development of Secondary Mutation

After hearing Kalkstein's research results, Geralt was overjoyed.

This project had been in preparation for several years since it started three years ago.

Because of the encounter in Kaedwen a few years ago, Geralt met several capable sorcerers, and had great kindness to them. Coupled with the rapid development of the Geralt Chamber of Commerce, now it can be said that there is money, people, and people. The cost of making medicine increased by more than ten times? What is this problem? For the noble Boss Geralt, problems that can be solved with money are not problems.

He picked up the syringe and found that the needle of the syringe was retractable, and the needle was made of meteorite iron, with excellent quality, controlled directly by a button, and would not break or be damaged during carrying. It was obviously the work of Elf craftsman masters in the workshop.

"You did a good job, Kalkstein. I will allocate another 500,000 Orens of research funds and some other formulas to you."

"You hurry up and develop the injectable types of other potions as soon as possible. I will satisfy you with money and people."

500,000 Orens? Kalkstein was happy to hear this, a number he couldn't even imagine before.

What this sorcerer liked most about this boss, Geralt, was this point. When he wanted money, he never had two words, which was much stronger than the stingy superiors he had when he was researching at Ban Ard Academy, and he never checked the accounts. He was simply an angel investor in the hearts of all researchers.

However, the middle-aged sorcerer touched his chin with some difficulty and said: "Boss, logically speaking, with a successful precedent, the subsequent research should be much faster."

"However, if you want to research new Witcher potions, you must have a Witcher as a research object to try the new potions."

"Otherwise, without the effect of comparison as research data, wanting to promote this research, the research speed will be more than ten times slower. Maybe it will take several years to research a new formula."

"Even without a Witcher, getting a few living people as samples will do, otherwise, I can't guarantee that it will be successful."

Hearing Kalkstein's request, Geralt, who had also studied a lot of magic knowledge, knew very well that scientific research experiments require a rigorous attitude. This was not unreasonable, but a very reasonable request.

He pondered for a few seconds and said: "Your request still needs to wait for a period of time. I will first bring back a batch of death row prisoners to provide to you. As for the Witcher, it is estimated that it will take a period of time. I cannot let my companions become your experimental subjects."

Kalkstein touched his mustache with some disappointment, but being able to get a large amount of research funds already made him quite satisfied. He nodded and said impatiently: "That's it, boss."

"I'm going back to the laboratory. I will hurry up the research progress. I have already taught the method of injectable potions to my assistant. If you need to make these potions, let him be responsible."

After saying these words, this male sorcerer who loved research didn't have the idea of chatting with his boss. His brain was full of his own experiments, and he soon left the council hall and went to his research room.

Since joining the Witcher Order a few years ago and settling down in this safe place of Kaer Morhen, there was no useless social interaction, nor were there any trivial troubles. The supply of all food, clothing, housing, and transportation would be handled very well by the caravans of the Geralt Chamber of Commerce.

Such a simple and efficient life had made Kalkstein like it here.

Even if he left here because of something in the future, the generous salary given by the Order would be enough for him to live a wealthy life.

After Kalkstein left, Geralt, who remained in the conference hall, no longer had the mood to deal with miscellaneous affairs with his subordinates.

He sat in his seat and considered how to deal with the things that happened in Cintra, and then left the huge Kaer Morhen castle alone, using the authority of the Maze Master to come to a cave more than ten kilometers away from the castle.

This cave was located in a dense forest, the terrain was quite secretive, and there were several powerful magic barriers as barriers. Even Triss and Vesemir, the two controllers with sub-control rings, didn't know that there was such a place in the maze.

Of course, as a spellcaster, if you want to cast spells in the maze barrier, unless your own strength has exceeded the limit of the maze, otherwise, you cannot mobilize the mana in the maze.

And being able to use magic barriers to hide in this cave was obviously allowed by Geralt.

After passing through several barriers, Geralt entered a huge and bright karst cave. Inside this cave, there were magic-made lighting equipment everywhere, and many high-end daily necessities were placed. Several young servants were responsible for cleaning the hygiene in the cave.

Seeing Geralt come in, a middle-aged male sorcerer wearing a cloak, only revealing his face, put down the book in his hand and immediately greeted him.

He first bowed and then said respectfully: "Master Geralt, welcome to your arrival."

This was a sorcerer with blue-purple demon tattoos on his face. The appearance characteristics were basically the same as those Fallen Sorcerers who were wreaking havoc all over the world.

However, looking at his expression and movements, he was not as crazy and paranoid as those Fallen Sorcerers, but instead revealed a wise gaze.

Geralt nodded to him and asked peacefully:

"Is it your turn to be on duty today, Carlos?"

The male sorcerer called Carlos nodded, but he was not very good at words, just somewhat nervously said: "Yes, Master Geralt, this was arranged by Lady Sheala. We eight people take turns resting every day, and by the way, are responsible for the guarding and maintenance of the barrier."

Geralt waved his hand, signaling Carlos not to be nervous, and then nodded and said:

"Don't be nervous, Carlos, we are just an employment relationship, not a so-called master-servant relationship."

"As long as you work for me loyally for thirty years, I will definitely fulfill our contract, help you get rid of the control of hellish power, and return your freedom."

Carlos heard this, no matter what he thought in his heart, his expression immediately became full of gratitude, and then bowed again, saying:

"Thank you, Master Geralt, we will definitely work hard for you." Geralt nodded, not caring about Carlos's true thoughts, and continued to walk toward the inside of the cave.

This cave was his secret base for hiding the eleven Fallen Sorcerers he captured when he eliminated Demon Lord Baal's avatar. Yennefer, as an exception, had already been returned to freedom by his subconscious form.

Being able to be chosen by Demon Lord Baal as one of the twelve members to expand the space rift, these people were the top-notch among all Fallen Sorcerers.

They were different from other miscellaneous Fallen Sorcerers. They were all elite sorcerers whose minds were personally corrupted by Demon Lord Baal using his own power, so they continued to serve Geralt after Geralt eliminated the soul will of Baal in his body, and worshipped him as their master.

Now, although the hellish mana in Geralt's body was sealed and he couldn't use this power freely, this didn't prevent him from being able to control these Fallen Sorcerers.

However, as a Witcher who was barely considered a good camp, Geralt didn't permanently deprive them of their freedom, but after lifting part of the control over these sorcerers, he signed a thirty-year loyalty contract with them as a condition for saving them. After all, even if Geralt really wanted to return their freedom, he couldn't do it without completely mastering the part of hellish mana in his body.

After walking for a few more minutes, he came to a spacious and bright large laboratory. Other male sorcerers wearing different clothes were standing in their respective experimental areas, concentrating on their own research, and didn't even notice Geralt's arrival.

Beside them, various corpses were placed, including Nekkers, Griffins, Drowners, and of course many humans.

And besides these corpses, there were also some living specimens, who were tied to the experimental table in a dull state, accepting various research.

As a powerful Witcher master, Geralt's footsteps were quite light. If he wanted to, he could even walk to anyone's side without making any sound, just like an assassin master.

He didn't disturb those sorcerers who were researching, but walked through a long corridor and came to the back of the experimental area, to a spacious room similar to a study.

A beautiful woman with a plump and graceful figure, with her hair scattered behind her, was sitting at the desk, flipping through some reports with a serious expression.

Seeing Geralt come in, this female sorceress didn't show too much enthusiasm, just slightly restrained her serious and cold expression, nodded to the Witcher, and said:

"Mr. Geralt, welcome."

Geralt's eyes first aimed at the fair and plump skin on her chest, then smiled and nodded, answering: "Lady Sheala, working so late, you have worked hard."

The sorceress Sheala didn't have the idea of chatting with Geralt. She stood up, then reached out to invite Geralt to sit opposite her, handed the report to Geralt, and said in a slow tone:

"Mr. Geralt, I invited you here this time because a research project you entrusted to us has achieved quite mature results and is ready for experiments at any time."

"Although I can't guarantee 100% safety, we can guarantee a success rate of over 90%."

"I hope you can arrange a Witcher to conduct experiments as soon as possible, so that we can leave more experimental data for our subsequent higher success rates."

Geralt listened to Sheala's words while picking up the research report handed over by the sorceress.

At the top of this report, it was clearly written in the common language of the Wizard World: Research and Study on Witcher Secondary Mutation.

He didn't answer Sheala's question immediately, but seriously flipped through the experimental report in his hand, and used his still rich magic knowledge to deduce the experimental steps and results.

He found that Sheala's research had indeed been perfected quite maturely and had reached the stage of needing to see results.

Seeing this, he sighed in his heart that his decision to take in these Fallen Sorcerers was very wise, and at the same time, he was thinking about who to let be the first experimental subject for this secondary mutation experiment.

Although because of the influence of Demon Lord Baal's power, the female sorceress Sheala couldn't exaggerate in front of him and do anything unfavorable to him, there was still a possibility of failure with a 90% success rate. He couldn't let people he was too close to take risks.

After thinking about it, a candidate gradually appeared in his mind.

It just so happened that Gaetan of the Cat School would return from Toussaint recently to report the latest intelligence of the Fairy Tale Kingdom to him.

Geralt decided to use this opportunity of secondary mutation as a reward for Gaetan, this quite honest tool man.

If the secondary mutation was successful, it could also be used as bait to attract the Cat School Witchers who were about to come to inspect the Witcher Order, to increase the attractiveness of the Order.

Anyway, he had quite a few life-saving props in his hand. Even if Gaetan had an accident, he would definitely be able to save his life.

This guy had been enjoying

This guy has been enjoying a comfortable life in Toussaint for several years; treating him this way is already a special favor.

After making his decision, Wayne set down the report in his hand, a warm smile appearing on his face as he said in an appreciative tone:

"You are truly worthy of being an elite highly praised by both Headmistress Margarita and Lady Francesca."

"Lady Sheala, among the many sorceresses, you are one of the few who still persist in the core duties of a spellcaster and are not obsessed with power."

(End of chapter)