A person in American horror, wearing two versions of The Witcher

After yet another simple and unpretentious addition, Roy's eyes shone even brighter.

This improvement felt different from the previous ones. The warmth no longer excessively washed over his lungs and muscles, but rather, like the finest brushstrokes, gently nourished his tendons and bones.

To improve and repair the foundation of his body.

The high-intensity training and games of rugby teams sacrifice the lifespan of ligaments and tendons in exchange for high-frequency bursts of energy. It is perfectly normal for wide receivers like Roy to have minor problems with their ankles and knees.

It's quite common for quarterbacks like Joe to have shoulder problems every few months.

These kinds of problems don't usually show up; people get so used to injuries that they forget what it feels like to be fully healed.

But at that moment, as he hopped around and fastened his belt,

The lightness of his jump and the clear, rapid rebound of his tendons upon landing gave him an irresistible excitement.

This clear sense of becoming stronger is wonderful!

If Joe could have such a recovery, his dream of attending a top-tier university in the NBA would probably be more than just a pipe dream.

Roy thought for a moment, then suppressed his emotions, realizing that what he should do now was to take Joe's enthusiasm with him and let himself...

Become stronger!

In this magical world, in a world where money can pave the way to almost anything...

Powerful, as long as he becomes powerful.

He can obtain infinite possibilities from these two realms!

The most reliable opportunity for his success was the person who was waiting for him with his horse.

[Please proceed to build the Witcher Bond!]

Please obtain the Witcher Badge!

Become a Witcher!

Before his eyes, the red warning message that the panel had previously displayed flashed again.

He didn't yet know whether "becoming a Witcher" meant he would have to go through the Grass Trial, which had a 50% mortality rate. If so, he might not necessarily do it willingly.

But he had already tasted the benefits of building bonds with the Witcher, so he would definitely find an opportunity to try and get the Witcher Badge next.

"They're here! They're here!"

Roy shouted and returned to the group.

With the village elder's guidance, everything inside the fortress became much more efficient.

The quartermaster took over most of Geralt's goods, including the bandits' weapons (450), boots (50), and armor plates (200), and generously offered 700 orens (silver coins) as a reward for the Wolf King's commission.

What does that mean? In terms of purchasing power, 1 Oren = 10 Velen copper coins, and 3 Velen copper coins can buy a large cup of rye beer.

Geralt can afford a lavish meal for about 20 orens, and a night in a mid-range hotel also costs 20 orens. 700 orens is enough for him to live lavishly for more than a week, or enough for him to live frugally for a year.

Comparing this to more valuable items, the scraggly horse Roy acquired would likely cost around 1000 Orens. A copper ornament, such as a ring, would cost around one Oren. A silver ornament, such as earrings, would cost around 20 Orens.

In other words, in Roy's previous deal with Geralt, Geralt lost slightly, but considering that Geralt would hardly sell his horse for more than 800 orens, neither of them really lost much more...

"What if we exchange Oren for pure silver, and then convert that to US dollars?"

罗伊暗暗换算着，得出了个700奥伦约是250g银，2008年9月银价大跌下的90刀的结论。

If you really want to bring precious metals, it's more cost-effective to bring them from the modern world to the Witcher world. If you're bringing them from the Witcher world to the modern world, it's best to bring some unique and extraordinary materials.

After selling out, Geralt spent 20 orens on two bags of rye, and another 3 orens on some food, giving one to Roy as well.

And that was the end of it; they left the crow's nest.

Lord Veserad of Raven's Nest did not even bother to meet with them.

At the foot of the castle, they only saw refugees crying and begging for relief and food. They heard that the refugees had no food after their crops were destroyed and they had to pay rent.

Later, the lord's steward came out and said something like, "Get out of here! Eating tree bark and grass roots will keep you alive. Your crying and wailing is disgusting and will disturb the lord." He chased them away.

In the end, it was this same butler who told Geralt about the Wolf King. The information wasn't much more than what the guards had given him. However, when asked about the lord, the butler didn't hide anything and said that the lord had drunk whiskey again that morning and was now fast asleep with a woman in his arms.

However, the Wolf King's employment fee totaled 300 Orens.

Geralt said it was a fairly fair price, so fair that it was quite considerable, and he didn't haggle or anything, agreeing to it immediately.

But once they left the crow's nest and were walking along a deserted path, Geralt asked Roy a question that was somewhat fatal for him:

"Your career as a servant can now come to a perfect end, boy."

"If you're still thinking about that drink, I'll treat you to a drink when we get to Jiaomu Village."

"Then you go on your business as a merchant, and I'll do my job, how about that?"

Even the best gatherings eventually come to an end.

Roy was slightly taken aback when he heard this, but that was normal; no lone wolf would bring along a cub that might be injured by its prey when hunting.

For Geralt, if he really encountered werewolves, Roy would be a burden, a wolf cub that he would have to protect.

But from Roy's perspective...

Okay, he probably can't beat the werewolf, but he still has to investigate the werewolf; then, he needs the Demon Hunter synergy to strengthen himself, and he also needs the Demon Hunter Badge...

"Forget everything else, he's going to cling to this witcher in front of him."

He remembered that Dandelion had asked Geralt to join him on his adventure only after Dandelion pleaded with him, so...

Roy didn't speak first, but walked up to the variegated horse and took out two grayish-white metal ingots from his backpack, each about the size of two Nokia phones.

He handed the metal ingot to Geralt.

"What is this?" Geralt asked, taking it with a puzzled expression.

"This is light silver, also known as the Feather of God," Roy replied.

In reality, it's aluminum ingots. During the 2008 financial crisis, gold and silver prices plummeted, and aluminum prices also plummeted. The spectacle of "melting aluminum into ingots" appeared in Detroit. The media initially reported it as a joke, and then, people across the United States voted with their feet, and more and more smoke rose from the chimneys of melting aluminum into ingots.

Well, flattened aluminum cans take up space, and the can collectors have all lost their jobs, so they melt the cans down into ingots. What used to take three truckloads to transport cans can now be transported in one truck, saving on fuel costs for two round trips.

Roy knew this, and given that aluminum ingots were now $1 per pound while silver was $171 per pound, he brought a few extra aluminum ingots with him on this trip.

At this moment, before Geralt could ask any more questions, Roy took the initiative to recommend:

"Can you feel its weight? It's big, but it's also incredibly light."

"Moreover, compared to silver, its thermal and electrical conductivity are slightly inferior, but definitely sufficient. Don't worry about what electricity is for now; the key point I'm emphasizing is—"

"If silver can conduct magic due to its special conductive properties, then light silver can do the same."

"Of course, I haven't done the corresponding test."

"However, even if it can't, its similar appearance to sterling silver, its extreme lightness, and its scarcity..."

"Its value is enough to be no less than that of pure silver, and even much, much, much higher!"

"Because I believe this is absolutely the first time you've ever seen it."

Geralt frowned slightly. This was indeed a metal block he had never seen before, and the cut of this metal block was smoother than he had ever seen before.

But after thinking for a moment, he asked again:

"So what does this have to do with our talk of breaking up?"

Roy took a step back and bowed:

"SmithMassey, please accept my friend's fee this week!"

If we're talking about apologies and acting like a dog, is there anything purer and more authentic than the samurai spirit of everyday life?

Roy couldn't believe it, since everyone else emphasized being a human being, but Bushido emphasized being a dog.

But who cares? Roy has no shame anyway. If he can use this softest, most servile method to make Geralt, who only listens to gentle persuasion and not force, submit?

So what's wrong with him using his son's methods now?

He's now Grandpa Amei, the real Daddy of Life!