Nannick's lab.
Surrounded by a pile of crucibles, test tubes, beakers, and crystal lamps, Roy was lying on the cold operating table, letting his fair hands gently caress his bare chest. The soft touch made his skin numb. Goosebumps, he twisted nervously.
"Don't move!"
"Ms. Coral, I'm not feeling well, can you move faster."
"I can't get to Keville in a hurry. Be patient... right away... check it out right away."
"I'll give you five minutes at most... ss... where is your hand... it won't work... let me go!"
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After a long while, the sorceress put down a tube of transparent liquid and stared at the other tube of red blood. The index finger of her right hand outlined a double triangular circle in the air, and the blood instantly radiated out colorful, bright or dark. of light.
"Blood oxygen levels are up to par."
"The heartbeat and blood pressure data are also excellent."
"Only taking the prodrug of the green grass trial has a certain anti-toxic ability."
"Boy..." Coral blue eyes filled with brilliance, "Are you sure you are fourteen years old, not that you have lost a period of memory? Your physical fitness is better than that of adults, and he is as strong as a cow."
Roy's eyes were flushed, and his face was numb, like a good boy who was spoiled by a female hooligan. He didn't have the heart to answer the sorceress's question at this time, and asked, "Is this what you said, simply check your body?"
"That's right..." The sorceress patted his cheek comfortingly, her fingers burning hot, "Blood, tears and other body fluids are also within the scope of the examination."
"I repeat," Roy took a deep breath and sat up straight, "Don't play with my body without authorization, or you... I can survive the trial without you!"
Hearing the words, the sorceress rubbed her small and delicate chin with her left hand, and looked at him with a gaze like a guinea pig.
In her memory, when a man of this age saw himself, he was either flushed and submissive, or stiff as a wooden man.
Most were unable to disobey her orders.
Roy's attitude was a bit strange, he wanted to be close and restrained.
"What a weird kid, is this the witcher's pride?"
"This is my bottom line!"
"Then I'll ask you for your opinion next time. But first I have to tell you the hard truth. Under Rita's control, it won't be easy for you to kill yourself."
"Uh..." Roy gave up the idea of arguing with the sorceress immediately, "Remember your promise! Now let's get to the point, what's your conclusion after checking?"
"The conclusion is—" The sorceress Yingying turned her eyes to the boy's slightly open lips, staring at his teeth as if examining a horse's teeth. A few crystal clear fingers gestured in the air for a while, "... It is indeed fourteen years old. "..." she muttered to herself,
"It's both good news and bad news."
"How to say?"
"As an over-age apprentice, your physique is much better than most nine- and ten-year-old apprentices, and you have to gain and lose... Your physical state is more stable than children's, and the process of mutation and remodeling will be more difficult, consuming longer."
"Half a year should be enough, right?"
"It won't take half a year."
"That gives me an exact success rate?"
"According to the records given by Leto, the chances of the previous Snake Sect apprentices passing the entire trial process were less than three-tenths, and you..." Coral entangled her fingers and thought, "Now there are about fifty-five percent of them. Success rate."
"More than fifty percent?" Roy felt more confident, "That's not considered an adventure."
"By the way, little Roy, do you know why witchers choose children in their grass trials?"
"Because children are easier to control and brainwash." Roy frowned and warned solemnly, "Ms. Coral, please don't put a small letter in front of my name."
"I'm just stating a fact."
The sorceress's fiery red lips came close to his ear, "I'll add to you, a young body is full of vitality, so its ability to recover from physical fitness and injury far exceeds that of an adult. That immature physique is also more suitable for orientation. catalytic."
"What does directed catalysis mean?" Roy had a bad feeling.
"That's the first step we're going to take next. I will use hormonal reagents to condition your body, so that your immunity and cell vitality will enter a state of rapid development."
…
According to Coral, she divided the whole trial process into three parts - hormonal catalysis, viral infection, and finally taking a series of herbal reagents to induce mutations.
For the first part of hormonal catalysis, it is necessary to inject quantitative epinephrine and other hormone substances into Roy every day for about a month, so that he can gradually adapt to the presence of hormones.
By the way, continue to take the unfinished prodrug.
But the sorceress didn't intend to use traditional oral or injectable drug methods, but—
"Wait, Coral, haven't we agreed, what horrible thing are you going to do to me?" Roy crossed his hands in front of him, and every time the glamorous sorceress took a step closer to him, he took a step back.
The two circled the operating table like this, turning two or three times.
In fact, Roy has known the name of adrenaline for a long time - this thing is usually used in first aid, giving people a chance to fight in danger;
In the Witcher series, the adrenaline is stimulated by the witchers to help them release all kinds of gorgeous big moves. It can be said that whether it can stimulate and use adrenaline to fight is one of the criteria for judging a qualified witcher.
Roy was very curious about this, but the first time he underwent transformation, he felt quite uncomfortable.
"Your body is like an empty cave. It needs simple decoration and renovation to welcome new tenants. Come on, come on, I'll be very gentle... It doesn't hurt at all."
"Coral, can you keep your words out of your mind? It's easy to be misunderstood, you know?"
"Would you go around in circles with me first... or would you like to keep flirting?"
Roy covered his forehead. He really couldn't hold her, but he still resisted resolutely, "You must explain it to me first."
"Traditional method..." The sorceress's pretty face was flushed with joy, she seemed to appreciate the stubbornness of the other party, and her red lips lightly said, "You can only let hormones stay in your body for a short time before being decomposed and excreted. , the effect can not be lasting, which is one of the reasons why the success rate of the green grass trial was so low in the past. And I will use the appropriate magic to reconcile the means to slowly release the hormones in your body and maintain the effective level all the time, so as to produce the ideal Effect."
"What are the side effects?"
"Side effect?" The sorceress raised her eyebrows, then covered her mouth with a "giggling" smile, "You will be in a more excited state for a long time. After a month, your appearance will also look a little more mature."
Roy thought for a long time, but still succumbed to the clutches of the sorceress.
Listening to her chanting a deep and obscure ancient incantation, on the table in the distance, a black substance thinner than a hair flew out of the test tube and pierced his body with lightning and flint.
His chest was slightly itchy, and he felt nothing unusual when he touched it.
"Is that the end?"
Magic needles
The sorceress put her arms around her chest and said with great interest, "How else do you think? It's a shattering, dizzy..."
"Huh..." Roy suddenly exhaled a hot breath, his cheeks were flushed, his heart was beating like a pounding, and the muscles all over his body tightened spontaneously.
This state is like waiting for the starting gun with all your concentration and tension before the starting line of a race.
"I feel... I feel... "
The sorceress's bright eyes swept over him, and snapped her fingers playfully, "The effect is good, do you feel that you have nowhere to vent your energy now? Exactly—you should go to the temple courtyard!"
"What's the meaning?"
"Lesso will teach you how to properly use up this exuberant energy!"
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Under the tree in the courtyard of the temple.
"Boy, continue our training yesterday."
Roy nodded, his face flushed, and his nose spewed hot air.
After being infused with adrenaline by Coral's magic, the word "excited" was added to his health, as if he had entered a state of madness, his strength, agility, and physical attributes were increased by 1 point, and his temper became violent. There seemed to be a fire in his chest.
"You are very excited and angry? But once you enter the battle and training, you must never let your emotions dictate your judgment and strategy." Compared with yesterday, the witcher's words were obviously more serious, his tone was gloomy, his eyes were fierce, and he was always provocative.
further angered him.
But Roy wasn't fooled.
"Very well, you still have some self-control. Keep your hand movements!" The witcher's palm gently patted Roy's forearm, elbow, forearm, shoulder, spine, waist, and thigh, adjusting him subtle movements.
"Today, I will further standardize your sword swing with the correct grip."
"Why don't you teach footwork?" The young man seemed to have a mouthful of gunpowder in his tongue, and his voice was so loud that he surprised himself.
"Because the swing of the sword must be before the footsteps, otherwise the opponent will judge your attacking intention based on your footsteps!"
…
"Now tighten your abdomen, the strength of your arms must be twisted into one, and the strength of the spine and waist must be added."
"Don't make your muscles as hard as iron buckets, it will only waste your strength; don't be soft like a woman's belly, or you won't be able to kill a chicken."
"Okay, now feel the strength of the arm, keep holding the sword position... Press the handle with your left hand and lift it up, press down with your right hand, chop-stop!"
"Wow—" In the rustling sound of the wind, the vertical blade slashed down with thunderous force, but forcibly stopped at the horizontal position. The young man snorted, and a bloody color suddenly appeared on his face.
"Your finger bones are shaking? That's because of excessive force! Unless you have a 100% certainty to kill your opponent with one blow, you can't use your full strength with any sword, which means that you will reveal flaws and give the opponent a chance to take advantage of it. machine!"
"You have to learn to keep your strength, so that you have room to change your moves, usually you have to keep at least three points of strength."
"Again!"
"Come again!"
"continue!"
…
The uninterrupted training continued until the sun went down and the effect of the hormones was exhausted. After thousands of chops, Roy was so sore that he struggled to lift a finger. Roy fainted out of strength.