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Chapter 22 My White Wolf Mentor

Roy's sudden bow made Geralt frown, and the combination of the words "friend" and "Fei" made him feel a sense of humiliation.

Under this influence, he subconsciously stirred, and magic began to pump out from the mutated organ in the left ventricle of his heart. Through nerve control and blood circulation, it began to accumulate and be conducted to his fingertips...

He was casting the Igni sign, a sign for setting fire.

It was both a test for Light Silver and a threat and punishment for Roy.

However, a flame, a small tongue of fire, burst forth from between his index and middle fingers, traversing the light silver in his palm.

Suddenly, it was as if the chaotic magic within had been ignited.

boom!

A medium-sized fire dragon burst forth from the light silver end.

The fire dragon stretched for more than three meters. Although it wasn't heading towards Roy, its thick flames still scorched the tips of Roy's hair, instantly burning his bangs.

But Roy forced himself to move, his instinct of fear almost driving him to lean back, but he remained rooted to the spot, trying to prove his sincerity with absolute determination.

Geralt then moved, startled, and quickly withdrew his hand to prevent his white hair from drying out again, and hurriedly cast a hand seal to calm the two startled horses.

Geralt swore he hadn't used much magic just now.

He actually only wanted to unleash a small flame, the kind that, even with the enhancement of pure silver, would only be slightly larger.

In fact, after the small flames darted through the light silver and were enveloped by the chaotic magic within, they transformed into a medium-sized fire dragon.

And this is not because Roy is wrong.

Roy's description is correct; the magic-conducting ability of light silver is only slightly better than that of pure silver.

However, it is still much larger than a block of pure silver for the same weight!

The larger the size, the larger the area that can lock in magic, and the more magic can be stored within it.

If we also consider its scarcity, he has handled countless pure silver and pure gold over the decades, but this light silver is the first time he has ever seen it.

The value of this light silver definitely exceeds that of pure silver, and may even exceed that of pure gold.

Geralt instantly realized that the physically weak royalty and sorcerers would never let go of such a light material that could also store magic.

They prefer larger scepters and crowns, but their frail bodies cannot bear the weight of them. Light silver, on the other hand, can undoubtedly satisfy their needs.

In fact, Geralt was right about this. Light silver, or aluminum ingots, was used by Napoleon to make tableware before the advent of electrolytic aluminum, and was used to flaunt his wealth with its value exceeding that of gold.

In Geralt's world, it would probably take another thousand years or even longer for pure aluminum to appear, until electricity could overcome magical energy!

But no matter what

After assessing the value of the light silver, Geralt's gaze toward Roy changed slightly.

To try to buy friendship with scrap metal is undoubtedly a blatant insult.

But if someone tries to buy friendship with such a large piece of gold, others will only feel envious and wonder why they weren't the ones to suffer such humiliation.

This, coupled with Roy's earlier reaction of being burned by the fire dragon but suppressing his instinctive reaction.

This kid is incredibly sincere.

Geralt admitted that he was tempted.

But after a moment's hesitation, he shook his head, walked past Roy, placed two pieces of light silver on Roy's variegated horse, and said:

"I admit the silver you gave me is valuable, but I never befriend people indiscriminately based on their wealth. You've chosen the wrong trade partner, traveling merchant."

He stopped using the previous "boy" and instead used the more familiar "traveling merchant".

Upon hearing this wording, Roy's smile turned somewhat bitter. He said:

"They all say that witchers are a bunch of profit-driven guys who only care about money and not people."

"They also say that rats grow out of piles of rotten grass!"

"You may leave, traveling merchant. As for the promised drink, consider it that you've already had it!"

Geralt replied without offering any further explanation, and returned to his horse, pulling on the reins.

Roy sensed the renewed distance between them and saw Geralt about to leave.

"These things are so lame!"

Roy knew that if he didn't do something now, he would regret it for the rest of his life, so he gritted his teeth and used the wisdom of his ancestors—"writing with utmost sincerity."

"Uncle, I am actually a visitor from another land, an outsider. My accent, and the rifle and light silver you mentioned that are strange, are all proof that they do not come from your continent."

Geralt, who was about to leave, paused upon hearing this, turned around, crossed his arms, looked at Roy, and gestured for Roy to continue. This piqued his interest.

"I came here by boat through a fog. I don't know if our place is the other side of the sea that you are talking about."

"But in any case, monsters aren't as rampant where we are, and magic and witches are hidden away, so you can hardly find them usually."

"I even thought that magic didn't exist when I was a child, until one day, a close friend of mine was cursed and turned into a ghoul. I had to believe in all this strange stuff."

Geralt's relaxed expression, with his arms crossed, began to turn serious. He said directly:

"Go on, this is the first time I've ever heard of a person turning into a ghoul."

Roy turned around, took a book sealed in a waterproof plastic bag from the backpack on the horse, and handed it over, saying:

"This is a description I found in our local ancient texts."

Geralt took the book, shook it out, and

Then the crisp sound of the paper, the smell of ink between the lines, and the neat layout that seemed impossible for a human to copy by hand all made Geralt take notice and believe Roy's words a little more.

Then there were the letters on the pages, some of which were strange and unusual, but he could read them. The title on the top page read "The Satanic Bible".

The relevant content mentioned by Roy is as follows:

"When a virgin is sacrificed to Satan, if the offering is unclean, it will give rise to a relationship between a human and a demon that can eat human flesh forever. The only way to eliminate the human and the demon is to stab the human and the demon in the heart when the human and the demon is at its hungriest and weakest."

"How could there be such a wicked spell where the sacrifice goes wrong, cursing the victim instead of punishing the caster?" Geralt exclaimed in astonishment.

"There's another description in this book," Roy said.

Geralt immediately turned to the next page, which was titled "The Witch's Handbook," and contained the following:

"If the offering is unclean, the result of the procedure may be the same; the wish may be fulfilled, but the demon will remain forever in the spirit of the sacrificed person, who must feed the demon with human flesh."

Then, on the next page, the title is "The Man Held Hostage by the Devil".

The content of this passage is:

"Those who are held hostage by the devil are extremely difficult to save, and they will continue to lower their standards as they break their vows and are seduced, until... they become a true demon. If you encounter such a situation, it is recommended to eliminate the person who is held hostage by the devil."

"Dog shit, this is all written as dog shit!"

After reading it, Geralt, unusually, became angry.

Witchers are taught from a young age that the cursed must be judged based on their specific circumstances, and that no one should be so arbitrary as to say that all of them should be killed.

"Uncle, I can't find a way to break the curse where I live. All the books point to one thing: kill both the person and the demon."

"But I thought, I wanted to save her, so I came by boat, uncle."

"It was wrong of me to lie to you and say I was a traveling merchant."

"But one thing is actually true: everything in my backpack can be traded, sold, or exchanged for something..."

"An opportunity to save and break the curse."

"Please help me, uncle!"

"And please don't tell me she's beyond saving, okay, sir!"

call……

Geralt, standing beside the horse saddlebag, suddenly let out a long sigh.

Vesemir, who was almost like a father to him, once said:

"In this corrupt world, people with principles are fucking rare, so we witchers had better have our own principles. This will remind us who we are and what we should do!"

So later, after nearly fifty years of traveling around the world fighting demons after leaving Kaer Morhen, he gradually became more determined and found his own principles and convictions.

So now is the moment to put into practice his principle of "do not be as bad as small, just as you should not be as good as small".

"Kid, that girl can still be saved!"

Geralt loosened the reins, walked to Roy's dappled horse, and picked up the piece of light silver that he had placed there.

This time, he clenched his fist, put it in his pocket, and said:

"I'll take this demon-hunting commission from you!"

"This piece of light silver is the reward for hunting demons!"

"And the kid,"

"Giving up and begging are not things a man should do, but perseverance and dedication are."

"Impurity would not be the reason why a girl is sacrificed or even cursed."

"I will teach you the three signs: Quen, Yard, and Aard."

"With them, it's like having a demon residing in the spirit."

"You can find out and beat me to death!"