Demon Hunter: I have a red gourd

Chapter 18 It’s not a blessing to know
Ivan stood up, frowned, slowly stretched out his hand, and groped forward tentatively.

Before he stretched out his finger very far, Ivan felt a cold and solid resistance blocking his fingertips, as if he had touched an invisible wall.

"Is this a fucking air wall? There are air walls even in dungeons. Your simulation is so fucking realistic!"

Ivan cursed and slowly slid his palm along the invisible barrier, trying to find a gap or weak point.

The scenery outside was clearly visible; the mountains and trees in the distance were right before his eyes, as if they could be touched with just one step. However, no matter how hard he tried, his feet could not cross this invisible boundary.

Smoke rose, the Wolf Assassin's incarnation time ended, and Ivan returned to his original appearance.

He looked at the air wall in front of him with complicated eyes, his eyes full of unwillingness.

"No, I don't believe that this air wall has no gaps at all!" Ivan placed his hand on the invisible wall and continued to grope forward along the edge. His fingertips still touched the cold and smooth texture.

He continued to advance along the wall of air, his steps steady yet swift. Every few steps, he would stop to observe carefully, trying different ways to break through the barrier. His fists struck, but there was no reaction; his steel sword slashed, but was directly deflected; even the Igni Sign failed to leave the slightest mark on the surface of the air wall.

"It seems like breaking through is absolutely impossible." Ivan frowned and continued to grope forward along the wall. Gradually, he discovered that the wall was not a straight line, but rather an arc.

He already had a guess in his mind, but he didn't dare to make a decision easily, so he quickened his pace, wanting to confirm his thoughts as soon as possible.

He moved forward, feeling his way along the wall. After walking around for most of the way, his guess was confirmed - this area was completely enclosed in a cylindrical barrier. Whether it was on the ground or in the air, any stone thrown into the air would be bounced back.

The courtyard where Guangzhi was located was right in the center of this cylindrical barrier.

"The system can't even simulate a Demon King-level copy. It's understandable that this is not a complete world." Ivan sighed and was about to go back to challenge Guangzhi when he suddenly spotted a candlelight not far away.

He walked quickly forward, passed through several low bushes, and finally found the source of the light.

It was a stone altar, on which was enshrined a tablet whose words were so blurred that they could not be seen clearly.

In front of the tablet, two candles were burning quietly, the candlelight was faint and flickering, emitting a soft glow.

The candlelight cast a halo onto the altar, illuminating two objects placed on it: a wine cup with a bottom carved into the shape of a horse's head, and a golden square box.

Ivan walked slowly to the altar, his heart beating slightly faster. He reached out and gently grasped the wine glass. There was a thin layer of golden wine at the bottom of the glass, which looked like it was about to dry up.

"What is this?" Ivan muttered to himself, a flicker of doubt in his eyes. He leaned closer to the glass and carefully examined the liquid at the bottom. Although the wine was almost dry, it exuded a strong aroma, rich and mellow, like a fine aged wine.

At that moment, the wine glass suddenly changed—its outline began to blur, and along with the remaining golden liquid within, it slowly transformed into a luminous dust. The tiny particles drifted through the air like sand, forming a hazy halo.

"This..." Ivan was stunned, then realized something and quickly uncorked the red gourd at his waist. The light dust in the air seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, condensing into a thin thread and flowing into the red gourd. [Obtained Spirit Wine: Lamb Brew.]

The system prompt appeared in front of him, and Ivan quickly picked up the gourd and looked at it carefully.

His red gourd, once filled with a full bottle of dwarven liquor, now disappeared, replaced by a mouthful of clear and transparent spirit wine. The aroma of the wine became stronger, gradually taking over Ivan's senses, almost making him intoxicated.

Unable to resist the tempting aroma, Ivan raised his head without hesitation and drank the spiritual wine in one gulp.

The cool, mellow flavor of the wine instantly blooms in your mouth, and the rich aroma is intoxicating. Every drop of the wine is full of layers of flavor, with delicate sweetness and a hint of fruitiness intertwined, leaving a long aftertaste.

The taste of the lamb-brewed wine was smoother than any other wine he had ever tasted, like soft silk flowing on the tip of his tongue, making people want to drink it again and again.

Unfortunately, only one sip of the wine transformed from the gourd was enough. Ivan closed his eyes, savoring the wonderful feeling he had just had.

"It's worthy of being a spiritual wine." A smile appeared on Ivan's face. At this moment, he suddenly realized that the place in his chest that had been aching slightly was no longer uncomfortable.

He suddenly opened his eyes, looked down at his chest, and unbuttoned his clothes to check.

Although the huge wound on his chest caused by the griffin had long since scabbed and healed, the scar was still accompanied by dull pain, especially after a fierce battle.

But now, the scar has become so light that it is almost invisible, and the skin is as smooth as before, as if it had never been injured.

"This spiritual wine is not only delicious, it can also heal old wounds!" Ivan widened his eyes. This is really practical for a demon hunter.

Not only were they often injured in battle, but the potions they drank also constantly destroyed their bodies - although their bodies could resist the toxicity of the potions after mutation, it did not mean that they were completely immune to the toxicity.

The ingredients in the potion are deadly enough for ordinary humans, and even witchers can barely tolerate it. Over the years, the toxicity will accumulate in the body, gradually eroding vitality and reflexes. While the Oriole Potion can eliminate some of the toxins, it's far from enough to offset these potential effects.

As a result, many elderly demon hunters have been forced to reduce their outdoor activities or even retire completely to avoid the double torture of poison and old injuries.

For example, Ivan's mentor, Old Kelda, stayed in Kel Siren in order to continue the inheritance of the Griffin School after the school castle was attacked. His physical condition was also one of the reasons that prompted him to make this choice.

Now the Red Gourd can convert dwarven liquor into lamb brew. With its help, he and his mentors no longer have to worry about this problem.

"I knew that my persistence was useful!" Ivan was delighted. If he had turned around after seeing the air wall, he would not have discovered such an opportunity today.

His eyes fell on the golden square box next to him. A wine glass had already brought him such a surprise. What was inside this square box?

(End of this chapter)