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

Geralt accepted Roy's bow without hesitation.

Kaer Morhen will be snowbound in a few months, and the other side that this kid talks about is too far away.

Through his close conversations with the sorceresses, he learned that this continent was probably located in the far north, and that beyond the endless seas, there should be a whole new world.

but,

He had never heard of anyone actually crossing that almost endless sea and returning.

His woman, companions, and teachers are all here, and he has only known this kid for less than a day. So even if there is the slightest risk that he might not come back, he will not take that risk for this kid.

In comparison, teaching the mudras, providing methods to break the curse, and even leading them to hunt demons is already more than enough!

It is entirely worth the value of that piece of light silver.

Any more, and you'll have to pay extra!

However, after Roy finished bowing, Geralt corrected him:

"Keep calling me Uncle! Ever since that accident at Kaer Morhen, the Wolf Pack has lost the ability to produce wolf cubs."

Roy knew what Geralt was referring to: a century ago, at the end of the 12th century, the Witcher's stronghold, Kaer Morhen, had been breached by sorcerers and a mob, and the Witcher had been massacred.

Only the old wolf Vesemir, who happened to be absent, and a few wolf cubs survived.

That massacre also caused the Wolf Clan to lose the ability to concoct potions and assist children in undergoing mutations.

In other words, the Wolf Pack hasn't had a wolf cub for over fifty years.

Later in the game, Vesemir also trained Witcher who couldn't mutate, the kind of ordinary people who practiced swordsmanship, learned knowledge, and exorcised demons.

In The Witcher 1, in 1270, he was in a semi-adult or adult state. Considering the timeline, this means it was an attempt within the last few years.

Geralt's agreement to teach him might have been partly due to this consideration.

Otherwise, once Geralt and his group of witchers are gone, the Wolf Faction will truly be finished.

Under these circumstances, Roy didn't ask any further questions and simply replied:

"Okay, sir!"

And after realizing that Geralt didn't intend to ride, he took the reins from Radish (Geralt's horse).

He also took out two Snickers bars from his backpack and handed one over.

In 08, the male version of Snickers was already showing signs of turning into a delicate, frail woman after a period of hunger. This year, the male version is a rugby player turning into a cheerleader. Oh, and the sugar content is twice that of the version from the Far East.

Roy originally intended to use this as emergency glycogen, but now that he has thighs, he might as well give it away as a snack!

Geralt imitated Roy by peeling open the Snickers bar and then taking a bite.

Instantly, its cat pupils contracted completely.

One bite reveals the crispness of the caramelized milk chocolate coating, a base of subtle bitterness on the palate; then, as the teeth delve deeper, the caramel and salty crushed peanuts intertwine, the salty aroma intensifying the sweetness, yet the initial bitterness of the chocolate prevents the sweetness from becoming cloying; finally, the soft lactose provides ample room for chewing, allowing the previous bitterness, saltiness, and sweetness to fully intertwine with the present moment…

Geralt is now absolutely, completely convinced that this kid isn't a local.

This delicacy is absolutely enough to be offered to the Vijma Palace, to the nominal king of this land of Velen.

Then he thought, "Doesn't this mean I'm eating even better than the king?" At this thought, Geralt couldn't help but smirk.

However, Geralt managed to suppress his anger; after all, he was now an elder!

Click!

Geralt took another bite, savoring it as he spoke:

"When we arrive at Jiaomu Village, we will first investigate the matter of the wolf king, but the specific elimination of the werewolves will probably have to wait until the full moon in four days."

Roy led the horse along, finding the Snickers bar incredibly greasy, and asked:

"Is it because we're having trouble finding traces of werewolves?"

"No!" Geralt shook his head. "It's that even if you know that if you leave that head on his neck for two more days, it will turn into a wolf's head, the lords will never pay you your commission if you don't take a wolf's head back with you."

Roy understood; this was advice he had learned from being cheated out of his commission.

"These few days in between will allow me to test your magical talent and also help you figure out how to use signs," Geralt added.

Roy couldn't help but ask, "Does not having magical talent mean you can't cast signs?"

"Watch the road, keep a good rein on the horse. Radish, yes, well done, Radish." Geralt called to the horse that had gone up the path to nibble on the leaves, tossing the Snickers bar wrapper onto the grass.

"Most people in this world don't have magical talent, but rather whether their magical talent is high or low."

"I heard that both female and male sorcerer academies test magical talent," Roy said, puzzled.

Geralt scoffed:

"With so many female sorcerer graduates coming out of Aretusa every year, how many have you seen become noble and powerful female sorcerers?"

"In fact, the entry of most noble ladies into Aretusa was merely a political trend of aristocracy."

Otherwise, the sorceresses he slept with Lambert would have been scattered throughout the kingdoms and duchies long ago.

Those noble ladies from the academy only know how to perform magic tricks, and they always look down on witchers like them.

Only powerful sorceresses know how to appreciate the danger and allure of the Witcher!

Cough!

Geralt cleared his throat, shaking off the lingering thoughts of the sorceress, and continued:

"Currently, warlock academies are restricting enrollment based on wealth far more than they are restricting based on talent."

"As for those who can truly become powerful sorceresses, most of them are people that sorceresses find in the village and buy with money."

"So you think,

"Academies for female sorcerers where princesses and noble ladies abound; academies for male sorcerers where princes and noblemen abound; academies that graduate dozens of students every year, but only a few dozen have achieved fame over the past century..."

"The students there are all extraordinary, and they all have magical talent?"

"However, magic is a high-end skill that requires absolute wealth to enhance!"

"The difference between average and low talent is insignificant in the face of wealth."

Roy's eyes lit up when he heard this. Wealth, he could have it!

In that case, compared to the miserable Witcher, being a male sorcerer isn't so bad! A male sorcerer like Vigor can beat Geralt in close combat and easily defeat Yennefer from a distance.

"The absolute core of spell casting lies in only two points: high concentration and core energy storage."

Here, you can try it now.

"This is the emblem of our Wolf School, a silver mana storage device with a magic circle engraved on it to detect the surrounding magical aura."

"You just need to concentrate intensely on harnessing its magic, plus..."

"Aquer"

Geralt uttered a short, obscure word, then turned his palm upward and made a gesture of bringing his index and middle fingers together and lightly touching his brow.

Immediately, the wolf emblem that Roy had just received began to tremble.

Roy also noticed a drop of dew on Geralt's palm.

"This is the most basic water elemental spell, Clear Spring. Warlocks often use it to draw water. We're just playing around with it and testing our magical talent."

"Anyway, give it a try. As long as the magic of the wolf emblem leaks out, the emblem will vibrate like it did just now."

"If you have enough magical talent, you can succeed in just a few tries."

"If it's not quite right, we can try a few more times and succeed before we reach Jiaomu Village."

"But you absolutely must not change the incantation or hand gestures, otherwise..."

"When ordinary people use magic, the most common outcome is fire and screams."

Geralt shrugged and finished speaking, watching and correcting Roy's spells and gestures.

Then... once they had both entered Charwood Village, Roy returned the wolf badge to Geralt.

On the other hand, being a witcher isn't so bad!

Okay, he's tried all the way here, but he still can't get the badge to vibrate...

Damn it, is it impossible to do this because there are no sorceresses nearby?

"Actually... cough, it's alright. The requirements for magical aptitude for Witcher Signs are very low. As long as you're not a rare magic insulator, you can learn them." Geralt coughed lightly as he took the wolf sign to reassure him.

He hadn't expected that Roy would actually fail to make the Wolf Emblem vibrate after trying all the way. And he himself had managed to unleash Quen after only a few attempts at age 13!

Fortunately, signs are a type of trinket that warlocks dislike because they have a very low barrier to entry; as long as you are willing to be patient, you can learn them.

Unexpectedly, his reassurance only fueled Roy's fear, and Roy murmured:

"Oh no, am I immune to magic?!"

He remembered that in books and movies, whenever a special physique was mentioned, that person was sure to have that special physique.

Oh, wait a minute!

"The cat doesn't seem to hiss at me!"

Roy immediately realized that the cat still loved him quite a bit; he wasn't some kind of magical cesspool.

Then Roy noticed that Geralt's expression suddenly turned unpleasant.

Roy followed Geralt's gaze with some unease and saw a cat from Charwood Village standing beside him, hissing at Geralt!

Oh no! This is really bad!

That hit a nerve with the teacher again!