"Deer head essence."
The product of the confluence of the celestial spheres, living in the deep mountains and old forests, has beast companions who call for it, and can control plants to assist, and because of its unique shape, it is often regarded as the center of belief by the ignorant Yamano villager, worshiping it, and adoring it. It sacrifices.
"I remember that in many folklore, the deer head spirit is a kind character. It will help the lost traveler guide the direction and save the victim from the bandits." The teaching is vivid, so ask as many questions as possible.
"Little devil, do you believe in such absurd stories? In fact, the deer head spirit will slowly absorb the energy of the creatures gathered in the territory until it absorbs into an empty shell."
"But this guy usually doesn't take the initiative to attack ordinary humans?"
"Everything in the world has pros and cons. There are deer-headed spirits who coexist peacefully with human beings on the surface, and there are also many who regard humans as mortal enemies." The witcher said with fear, "The deer-headed spirits raging in Mahakam are enough to win the championship. On the name of 'ancient'. It is no accident that there will be altars in the mountains and forests to increase power. From tomorrow onwards, I will remove the altars one by one and weaken their power."
Roy was faintly worried, and the thing seemed to be stronger than he expected, "Are you sure, ordinary steel weapons don't have much effect on the deer head spirit, right?"
"The sword oil, bomb, and potion are all ready, and the rest is up to God." Letho's voice became heavy, "If I don't come back. You leave Mahakam and find a way to get to Sintra and meet with him. Oaks and Serrit meet. They'll take care of the follow-up training."
Roy's breathing stagnated as he listened, as if he was explaining his last words.
"Why don't you exit Mahakam and take a detour from Rivia and Upper Soden?"
"You think Carbon Mountain is a tavern, you can come and leave if you want?" The witcher shook his head. "Until you meet the deer head, the elder Broval can't let us go."
…
In the evening, the servants brought food.
Although the Carbon Mountain Fortress is majestic and majestic, the living conditions inside are not as far away as the mansion of Edsberg Sevier Hogg. There was no furniture in the bedroom except two beds, a kerosene lamp, and an old clock. Fortunately, it has inherited the characteristics of cave dwellings, which are warm in winter and cool in summer, and will not make people feel cold.
Plus, the dinner was pretty good: two dark roasts, icy hard bread, frozen lumps of fruit, nuts, and mead, for a special flavor.
Roy divided half of the roast on his plate to the witcher.
"Eat more, Leto, what if this is your last bite?"
"Okay," he said half-truth before the other party changed his face, "it's just a joke, but if you can't come back, why am I going to Sintra? Why don't I go directly to Novigrad and accompany old Moore and Sue? Qian sells vegetables." He paused, clenched his hands, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes, "Since you led me down this road, Leto, you have to be responsible to the end."
The witcher's chomping ceased, then resumed after a moment as if nothing had happened.
The next morning, when Roy woke up from his meditation, the witcher was applying sword oil to the steel sword and two short swords. There was a rare tenderness in his eyes, as if he was looking at his lover.
The sturdy arm was as precise as a machine, and its movements were simple and powerful. The gray-white square towel was dipped in some tawny grease, and wiped the sharp blade, full of inexplicable tension. Roy unknowingly watched the whole process.
A row of props were neatly placed in front of the witcher: potion, decoction, sword oil, and alchemy bomb.
"Old rules, this is for you just in case, keep it safe."
Leto handed over a small blue jar, each wrapped with a yellow rubber band.
"What kind of bomb is this?" Roy was overjoyed. He still remembered the power of the Dancing Star last time.
"Anti-magic metal bombs, which stop the deer head from unleashing magic, are equally effective on witchers and warlocks."
"Anything else?"
The witcher pointed to another thing and explained patiently, "This bottle of translucent solution is the residual oil that can cause extra damage to the deer head essence. It is the sword oil I just smeared on the sword."
"That green bottle is demon dust, which can cause a little trouble for it."
…
Not long after, Kelvin came to lead the witcher, of course, the guy still didn't look good on the two of them.
And Roy was taken by another dwarf, Sanchez, to tour the entire Carbon Mountain.
Carbon Mountain does not keep idlers, and all dwarf members have responsibilities: blacksmiths and winemakers in charge of production, dwarf hunting teams in charge of hunting, supervision of the mines, and people who manage the daily life of all residents of Carbon Mountain... etc. .
If the entire Carbon Mountain is a country, then the elder Broval is the king, and the other elders are the ministers of the kingdom.
And Sanchez is one of the people who obey the king and take care of the elders and guests. He wears a soft white robe, his beard and hair are neatly tied, his face is well groomed, and his posture is different from other dwarves, with a sense of femininity, more elegant than ordinary rude dwarves many.
Roy followed him, and his eyes couldn't help but glanced at his lower body.
"The beard is still lush, the dwarf 'eunuch' shouldn't be castrated like another country, right?"
"Yesterday, Your Excellency Kelvin has taken you to visit the furnace hall. Today, I will take you to the wine cellar on the first floor to have a look. How about tasting the various wines of Tanshan Mountain?"
"Don't worry about the wine," Roy shrugged. "How about you introduce me to the basic situation of the entire Carbon Mountain?"
Sanchez nodded lightly and said softly as he walked, "The first floor and the negative first floor of the main fort do not need to go into details. The second floor includes the residences of blacksmith masters, warehouses, and prisons for prisoners. The third floor is where the elders start. Residential room... The sub-fortress outside the main citadel is populated by guards and mine supervisors."
"Where do ordinary mine workers and their families live?"
"You should have seen it when you came. They lived in caves on the mountain outside the fort."
"How many inhabitants are there in the entire Carbon Mountain?"
Sanchez smiled and refused to answer.
Roy turned and said, "The brothers who work in the mine near Carbon Mountain and the warriors of the hunting team all live nearby?"
Although Sanchez wondered why he asked, he still gave a positive answer.
Roy thought, it is unlikely that he will search all the dwarves, and it is no problem to narrow the search scope as much as possible.
The dwarves who have the opportunity to enter the forest and have close contact with the deer head are most likely from the hunting party, or the dwarves who work in the nearby mines, and the groups that have been staying in the carbon mountain, such as dwarf women, blacksmiths and dwarves. Winemakers, unlikely to have that chance.
Therefore, the first target of his search was placed on this group of people.
"The wine cellar thing is put aside first. The climate in the valley is very cold, and I really can't adapt. Can you take me to the bathhouse first? I want to take a hot bath to warm up my body."
Although Sanders wondered why the young guest was taking a bath early in the morning, he didn't ask anything.
"Of course no problem, please come with me."