It's like having a beautiful dream, and after waking up, everything is back on the right track.
Roy, recovering from the glacier virus, vaguely recalled several frightening touches—a silky smooth, warm and plump touch.
What exactly happened
Facing all this, Coral was indifferent as if nothing had happened, and still teased him as usual. Roy was relieved and a little lost, probably because he thought too much.
Next was a week of buffer time. Under the guidance of the sorceress, he studied the basic theory of magic for a week. Unfortunately, the results were very small, and he only had some basic understanding of chaotic energy.
After the rest, the teenager's body tormented by the virus recovered to health, and the third and fourth virus infections began.
With the previous experience, the subsequent infection process was smooth and smooth. Roy's immune system was reborn under the polishing of the four viruses. His skin became more delicate, his facial features became sharper, and his body was full of energy. to the extreme.
Coral then uses magic to condition his body so that he is in the best shape in all aspects, and everything is under control.
Two months and 18 days after coming to the Temple of Meritelli, the two stepped into the laboratory on the morning dew. Today, the witcher trial will enter the final stage - the grass trial.
Before that, Coral had informed Nannick, Elora, and the elusive witcher not to approach the laboratory.
If the trial is unsuccessful, Roy will never be able to step out of the laboratory door!
By the way, during this period, Dennis Kramer approached Leto and brought a commission, and Roy also gave Guvisher to the witcher to use.
The progress of the commission can only be known after the trial is over.
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"sound of a crash-"
The door was closed, Xian Xian Su snapped her fingers, and the four corners of the dark hall suddenly lit up with strong light, and the interior of the laboratory was illuminated.
Five or six empty thin-necked bottles were lined up on the operating table, and on them were piled clean-cut items such as the spinal fluid of the fork-tailed dragon, the venom gland of the flying lion, the tongue of the vernacular blood-sucking banshee, potato taro, and long leaves. Alchemy bases such as psyllium and mandala roots. At the same time, the magnetic voice of the sorceress echoed slowly in the secret room,
"Roy, I have to remind you. The first two steps in the entire witcher trial are just to lay a solid foundation. The third step is the most difficult and critical stage. Most of the witchers fall here. One step, you have to be mentally prepared for the pain that comes next."
The teenager nodded, his face calm, what could be more difficult than a virus infection
"Before you drink the herbal decoction, you have to make a choice..." Coral licked her red lips, "according to the herbal trial recipe Leto gave me, and... and Rita Ned's "On the Grassy Trial" Supplementary Research”…”
"For the three most basic elixir, Mother's Tears, Wild Rye Juice, and Thatch Juice, you can use different concentrations of mutagens—"
"The lowest concentration, adding weak red mutants, weak green mutants, and weak blue mutants in a ratio of 2:2:1.
"Medium concentration, adding three common grade mutants."
"The highest concentration, adding three powerful mutants, including the blue mutant obtained from the ancient deer head essence."
"Different concentrations, different strengthening effects?" Roy pondered.
"The concentration is proportional to the degree of intensification and lethality, the choice is up to you," Coral pursed her red lips and suggested, "but I suggest weak effect, at most ordinary level, with your physical fitness, you should be able to survive without any risk. past."
"I choose strong." Roy firmly rejected the sorceress's good intentions - the experience points are already full, and the full recovery ability is ready to go. If he doesn't dare to take the risk at this time, then he might as well be one Salted fish!
A trace of struggle flashed across Shaan's pretty face when she heard the words, and the sorceress felt the pressure, opened her mouth and stopped talking, hesitated, and sighed after a while.
His hands and ten fingers danced gracefully in mid-air. In a rush of incantations, an empty bottle containing elixir and a pile of materials rose into the air. The aura of magic turned into an invisible big hand, and began to make herbal decoction on the spot.
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"Gudong... Gudong..." I poured several kinds of decoctions in one breath, bitter, astringent, fishy, sour, and all kinds of strange tastes slipped into the stomach along the mouth.
"Hiccup..." Roy burped abruptly, his eyes narrowed like copper bells, a trace of confusion flashed through, and then he collapsed on the operating table like a drunk, uttering a "snoring..." Funny call.
"Roy, how do you feel?"
Coral came over with concern, her tone slightly tense.
"Coral... uh... Rita Ned..." His tongue widened, his words slurred, and he hooked at the sorceress, who put her tiny ear to his mouth, "here, I'm here. here..."
"Do you know, hiccup... Geralt of the Wolf School..."
"Why do you suddenly mention this guy!" Shan Liu frowned slightly, showing a disgusted expression, and made a pertinent evaluation, "Isn't he Yennefer's ex-boyfriend? A big radish with no shame."
"Lesso... Excessive! It's outrageous! Rabbit, jump back, block, roll, turn in circles... I'm not... an acrobat!" Roy's pupils were full of confusion, obviously unconscious and full of nonsense, "Wait later ... later bought the manor... hired him... as a janitor... and was responsible for cleaning the toilets of the manor... "
The pretty-faced sorceress burst into laughter instantly, revealing two small dimples, and gently patted the boy's cheek,
"When I have a chance, I will definitely convey this to your teacher."
Roy's voice became weaker and weaker, and he unconsciously closed his eyelids and fell into a coma.
Coral reached out and probed his forehead, burning his hands hot...
"Ouch..." Suddenly he began to vomit, food scraps and shocking blood splattered on the ground, the strong pungent smell made Coral wrinkle his nose, clenched his hands tightly, and his fingertips trembled.
Still not satisfied, the teenager opened his eyes nervously, his pupils bloodshot and bloodshot. "Don't... don't leave." He murmured dreamily, grabbing the right hand of the sorceress.
"I'm here, I'm not leaving..." The sorceress's pretty face flashed a complex color, she gently hugged him, and the other hand slowly patted his back, her eyes covering the boy's whole body.
The boy's body returned to calm.
However, this calm did not last long.
The body lying in her arms suddenly straightened stiffly, then began to twitch, convulsed all over, accompanied by screams and grunts of unknown meaning, and when the screams stopped, foam, blood, and expressions began to come out of the mouth again. Blue-purple, pupil dilated.
Epilepsy, which recurs intermittently every one to two hours.
This went on for a while.
On the tenth day, the intermittent seizures ceased. Roy fell into a long coma, his eyes were dull, his hands clenched the clothes, dancing awkwardly in the air like chicken claws. His breathing became hoarse and loud, and cold, sticky sweat oozes from his skin.
Half a month later, Coral poured elixir into him again, and his epilepsy relapsed. After the epilepsy ended, he began to have nosebleeds, coughing and vomiting. The vomit was only water and bile.
A month later, the boy's blood and sweat fell to the ground under the operating table, and his hair began to fall out, first eyebrows, then hair, and the top of his head became bare and bald.
After that, the teenager was exhausted and stopped moving like a corpse.
The symptoms continued unabated for the next two days. Despite profuse sweating, the teenager's skin was hot and dry, and his pulse leveled off—even slower than normal.
Two months later, a golden light flashed. On the operating table, Roy's skinny body regained fullness at a speed visible to the naked eye. He suddenly woke up and opened his eyes - dark golden vertical pupils, like beasts.
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praise the sun