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TWL Chapter 112: Rebuilding Kaer Seren's Legacy
🕑 Added 2024-04-19 02:37:28 +0000 UTCJerome looked at Mousesack. His apprentice had stated his request in the letter before. He hoped that he could share the information about the witcher's secondary mutation with the druid in front of him and help research methods that would increase the success rate of the mutation, as well as formulas to make the current witchers stronger.
There is no problem with this. Improving the success rate of mutation itself is a long-term research topic of various witcher schools. As long as there is an opportunity, they will not let it go. It is always good to have more strength to tackle difficult problems together.
Furthermore, the druid before him was said to be Lann's mentor, so he could be considered one of his own. His identity was also suitable, since if he managed to convince him, the Gryphon School would once again have a resident mage.
It's just that Jerome always felt a little bit disgusted in his heart.
He was obviously his destined apprentice, even if the other party came first, but Lann had already agreed to come to Kaer Seren to train!
Now not only were the plans changed, but an old man also came with Lann to learn the techniques of the witchers.
Keldar has been watching Jerome's emotional changes during this period. Without thinking about it, he knew exactly what was going through Jerome's mind, so he intervened and pulled Mousesack away.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Keldar. I used to be a teacher of the old Griffin School that was responsible for imparting knowledge about monsters, and I'm also the heir to all the magical knowledge of the current Griffin School."
"I think we could exchange information about magic and mutation experiments."
Mousesack glanced at Lann and Jerome and nodded slightly. Although he had not heard of Keldar from Lann, the strong magical fluctuation emanating from him, and his air of erudition could not be false. At that time, the most important thing was to focus on the main topic.
Mousesack and Keldar aside, although Lann knew about Keldar from memories of his previous life, the elderly witcher mostly existed only in backstories.
Perhaps because he saw Lann's doubts, Jerome took the initiative to explain. "Keldar was the only survivor of the avalanche that destroyed the school. He never left after that, and he wandered the villages around the castle, watching the ruins of Kaer Seren from being invaded by adventurers and grave robbers."
"When I came back last time, he was away, so I didn't know he was still alive."
Lann was secretly speechless when he heard this. Another master-level witcher similar to Vesemir?
Observing Lann who seemed lost in thought, Jerome spoke first with a complicated tone. "Lann, I heard about your nation. I'm sorry. Are you okay?"
Lann pulled out of his thoughts and shook his head. "It is inevitable, war between nations is not something that any of us can change."
"All I can do now is protect my only family. I don't want the efforts of those who sacrificed themselves to be in vain, which is why I wrote the letter to you."
"About the proposals in my letter, I would like to know your opinion."
In the letter, Lann not only proposed sharing the improved mutation formula with Mousesack, but also explained the idea of rebuilding the Order of Witchers as he told Geralt.
The only difference was that he told Geralt that the Gryphon School had accepted, while he told Jerome that the Wolf School had already accepted.
But even so, Jerome still refused. "I didn't expect that the only two heirs of a nation would become Unexpected Child of two schools... Fate is truly wonderful. But the Griffin School will not get involved in politics, and Kaer Seren still needs me to rebuild it."
The support of a nation can be a valuable support for schools like Wolf, Cat and Viper, but during the heyday of the Griffin school, an endless stream of kings and politicians came to invite them.
Furthermore, his understanding was still that of a witcher from a hundred years ago who had not yet experienced enough of the current reality, if he were Keldar, he might have accepted immediately.
Although Jerome valued Lann, his only apprentice, he would not be overly doting on him. Traveling the continent itself was a compulsory course for every witcher.
Unless Lann encountered real danger to his life and needed emergency help, Jerome had no intention of intervening.
Cleaning up and rebuilding Kaer Seren is the first priority in his mind. Jerome, who missed the battle to defend Kaer Seren and lost all his comrades, has long made up his mind to devote the rest of his life to the Gryphon School.
"However, your training is a problem. I can't leave an inexperienced witcher wandering outside.
Jerome looked at Lann and said: "I'll give you the magic contact book for now. If you encounter any problems outside, you can always write them down and come to me for answers. Also..."
Jerome turned slightly sideways, revealing the table behind him, which was filled with various bombs and magic potions.
"The great avalanche destroyed the school library and caused the sorcerers to return disappointed. They seemed to be too focused on their own dignity and did not unearth what was under the snow."
"Although most of the magical items and equipment were destroyed, there are still many materials left..."
Lann stepped forward, and even he was momentarily dazzled by the densely packed objects on the table...
Packages of various types of bombs. These bombs were not only numerous, but their shapes were also modified and improved to be high-end items, which were not the same as the ones Geralt had made. In addition, there are a bunch of various magic potions.
Jerome felt a little frustrated. "Biological materials will deteriorate greatly even if they are buried in snow, so I don't have mutagens to make decoctions."
"After receiving your message, I was working with Keldar to do these things, but I didn't have enough time to hunt monsters and obtain mutagens."
"I will write you the detailed procedures for making the decoctions, so let me know when you have the materials, I will open a portal to bring you back and teach you how to make them..."
"There are also special oils for swords. But the materials for making oils also went bad, so I wrote the recipes for you."
"You said you were close to the Wolf School, they are better at this, so you could consult them on how to make them..."
Jerome continued talking, he also explained to Lann the toxicity of the potions and how to combine them to drink them properly.
"My second mutation awakened my magical talent, and it seems that you have it too. I am currently learning magical knowledge from Keldar. His reserve of knowledge is very rich."
"After we finish organizing it, I will send you a book to study too..."
Lann watched all this in silence, and suddenly said: "Jerome... Master, when the work in Cintra is finished, I will organize people to help you rebuild Kaer Seren, you and Keldar cannot handle everything alone."
"I'm also a member of the Griffin School, so don't worry, I won't just sit back and watch."
Jerome smiled nonchalantly. "Resolve your own affairs first, disputes between kingdoms are not trivial... Don't worry about Keldar and me. After all, none of us have anything else to do, we can do it for years, decades, even centuries."
"The lifespan of a witcher is long, you will understand that in the future."
"As for your Order of Witchers..." Jerome pondered for a while and then sighed. "The Griffin School does not participate in politics but can help its comrades. I just learned that Keldar also has a disciple traveling outside, so if you meet him, you can provide assistance. His name is..."
...
Kaer Morhen, the headquarters of the Wolf School witchers.
Since Yennefer had never been here before, they could not accurately locate the Castle. They only teleported to the easternmost part of Kaedwen that Yennefer knew of, and the rest of the journey had to be traveled through the mountains on horseback.
Finally, they have now reached their destination.
The clear sound of horses' hooves on the flagstones of the courtyard echoed as the castle gate opened, attracting the gazes of the witchers who were inside drinking and chatting.
Seeing Geralt and his group, smiles appeared on the faces of everyone present, with varying degrees of warmth and meaning.
Ciri counted silently in her mind: One, two, three, four, all have amber cat eyes, and they are all witchers. This is the first time that she has seen so many witchers.
If they were all of Geralt's caliber, together they could wipe out an entire village or even a small city in a single day.
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Axell
Thanks for the chapter 🙂
