The Witcher: Make the Witcher Great Again
Author: Chaos_God
Chapter 72: Let Me Pluck Your Heart Out and Try to Melt It Slowly
Chapter 72: Let Me Pluck Your Heart Out and Try to Melt It Slowly
When the golem's chest was smashed open by Lynn, and a fist-sized bead was gouged out from within, the golem, its entire body riddled with wounds and its two legs shattered, finally stopped struggling and moving.
Lynn didn't mourn for even a moment the loss of the dimeritium bombs he had used during the previous battle.
Although the cost of those dimeritium bombs wasn't low, even so, he was actually making a profit.
Because he was different from other witchers.
Other witchers purely relied on contracts to make money.
Therefore, they would never waste alchemical bombs and potions so lavishly as he did unless it was absolutely necessary.
But he was different.
He took on contracts to broaden his network; the reward was secondary.
Besides, he had already received a lot of rewards from Elder Brokilon and Eist Tuirseach.
He didn't need to worry about money in the short term.
In that case, what did it matter if he earned a little less?
The "experience" the golem gave was good.
Lynn had been saving these attribute points and hadn't used them.
He was planning to add them to "Alchemy" when he had accumulated 5 points.
His current Wolf School sword techniques and signs were all at the master level.
He was no different from experienced old witchers like Geralt and Vesemir who had seen a lot.
But in terms of alchemy, he was only at the level of a formal witcher.
Just as Uncle Bao's core build was English, alchemy was also the core build for witchers.
Sword oils, potions, alchemical bombs—these were all closely related to alchemy.
Therefore, only having proficient-level alchemy was definitely not enough.
...
Lynn picked up the bead he had gouged out.
This thing was called a stone heart, and it was the heart that drove the golem.
This thing was very valuable. Generally, ordinary stone hearts were the size of a pigeon egg.
But the stone heart in Lynn's hand was the size of an actual heart.
No wonder this golem had been trapped in this underground cave for so long that its master had forgotten about it, yet it still had power.
He sat there and rested for a long time, until the toxicity of the potions had completely subsided and his face no longer looked so terrifying. Then he got up and left the basement to find the dwarven banker at the Vivaldi Bank.
When the golem's chest was smashed open by Lynn, and a fist-sized bead was gouged out from within, the golem, its entire body riddled with wounds and its two legs shattered, finally stopped struggling and moving.
Lynn didn't mourn for even a moment the loss of the dimeritium bombs he had used during the previous battle.
Although the cost of those dimeritium bombs wasn't low, even so, he was actually making a profit.
Because he was different from other witchers.
Other witchers purely relied on contracts to make money.
Therefore, they would never waste alchemical bombs and potions so lavishly as he did unless it was absolutely necessary.
But he was different.
He took on contracts to broaden his network; the reward was secondary.
Besides, he had already received a lot of rewards from Elder Brokilon and Eist Tuirseach.
He didn't need to worry about money in the short term.
In that case, what did it matter if he earned a little less?
The "experience" the golem gave was good.
Lynn had been saving these attribute points and hadn't used them.
He was planning to add them to "Alchemy" when he had accumulated 5 points.
His current Wolf School sword techniques and signs were all at the master level.
He was no different from experienced old witchers like Geralt and Vesemir who had seen a lot.
But in terms of alchemy, he was only at the level of a formal witcher.
Just as Uncle Bao's core build was English, alchemy was also the core build for witchers.
Sword oils, potions, alchemical bombs—these were all closely related to alchemy.
Therefore, only having proficient-level alchemy was definitely not enough.
...
Lynn picked up the bead he had gouged out.
This thing was called a stone heart, and it was the heart that drove the golem.
This thing was very valuable. Generally, ordinary stone hearts were the size of a pigeon egg.
But the stone heart in Lynn's hand was the size of an actual heart.
No wonder this golem had been trapped in this underground cave for so long that its master had forgotten about it, yet it still had power.
He sat there and rested for a long time, until the toxicity of the potions had completely subsided and his face no longer looked so terrifying. Then he got up and left the basement to find the dwarven banker at the Vivaldi Bank.