Chapter 13: Well Said, Next Time Don’t Say It

Chapter 13: Well Said, Next Time Don't Say It

"Not bad," Lambert glanced at the bodies on the ground, a rare glimmer of appreciation in his eyes. "How do you feel?"

"I... I'm fine."

Lynn wiped the blood from the silver sword off the feathers of the harpy.

Lambert shrugged, a little taken aback.

"Look at all these corpses around, and the gruesome smell of blood in the air, and the characteristic mixed smell of rotting corpses and birdshit on the harpies.... you feel just fine, huh?"

"It seems you were born to be a Witcher."

With Lambert's words of reminder, Lynn woke up.

Staying amidst this graveyard of corpses, the sickening smell of blood heavy in the air, he felt no inclination to vomit or get ill.

It was not that he couldn't smell a thing.

In fact, the super-charged senses of a Witcher are actually way more sensitive to smells than someone else's are.

But he just did not possess any terror, panic, or nervousness.

Certainly, he was not agitated or exhilarated in a lunatic fashion.

He just felt. excessively serene.

Perhaps, as Lambert asserted, he was indeed a born Witcher.

When they took useful materials off the harpies' bodies, they boarded Lambert's small boat.

"I'll sail."

"Why?"

"Because it's my boat, no why."

.....

There was no fog on the lake at early morning, and Lynn could easily identify the entrance to the cave on the opposite side of the lake.

The small boat glided noiselessly on the lake and left an almost imperceptible ripple.

The wave radiated out from where the boat passed by, rippling outward, like scales of shimmering fish on the surface of the lake.

The small boat finally reached the shore after a while.

There was no place to tie the rope on this side of the shore.

So, Lynn helped Lambert pull the small boat onto the shore.

So that it would not be swept away by the current.

Though both he and Lambert were competent swimmers, it was of course easier to sit in the boat than swim across the lake, which would be tiring and damp.

"Let me see, what was that famous maxim? Tread lightly, don't awaken Old Spearhead."

Old Spearhead is the Cyclops who lives in the cave.

It is also one of the more formidable "chief examiners" in the Medallion Trials.

Many apprentices fell into the hands of Old Spearhead.

Cyclops live for very long, and no one knows the age of the speaker.

"Let's get a wooden stake, sharpen it, stick it into the Cyclops's eyes, and then act like sheep and run out of the cave."

"Haha, the joke is so good, but the next time do not repeat it."

When they were arguing, of a sudden, a cry for help echoed far away.

Lynn turned his head to look.

But all he could see was the reeds which stood tall and close together along the beach.

Lambert spun around to him. "Did you hear anything?"

Lynn nodded.

"I heard it."

"And then?"

"Disregard him."

He did indeed hear a call for help from a child a moment ago.

And Lambert heard it too, so it was not his illusion.

But Kaer Morhen lies in the deep Blue Mountains.

And where they are goes deeper than Kaer Morhen.

And to say nothing of children, even villagers living in the base of the Blue Mountains would not venture so deep into the hinterland.

Furthermore, in the set of books in Kaer Morhen, there is a peculiar record of data with respect to this kind of monster:

There is also a carrion-eating animal called a foglet.

They are skilled at leading astray, tempting, and confusing human beings.

Where dense fog is, foglets can be—swamps, mountain passes, banks of river and lake.

Without fog, foglets can produce or summon dense fog.

If you feel the air around you become heavy and thick and there is no wind, then it is a sign that foglets are coming and are ready to attack you at any time.

Thick fog is not just a way of camouflaging from foglets, but also an attack weapon of theirs.

They tamper with the fog.

They can cut off travelers, make them blind to the road, and deaf to any sound.

They emit feeble light like fireflies to attract lost ones to their dens within swamps, caves, or ravines.

And sometimes, they don't even need to attack human beings, they simply need to drive their prey mad and into the swamp, and they can wait for their prey to drown in the water.

Keeping in mind the content of the book, Lynn can pretty much form conclusions.

The voice of the child was actually imitated by the foglet to lure them.

Lambert sneered with a spiteful tone.

"Oh, don't you want to go take a look? Maybe some poor kid is in need of our help."

Lynn glared at him angrily. "Do I look like a three-year-old?"

"I think you look four."

Lynn did not yield to him either, and gave him the middle finger straight.

"Well said, do not say it next time."

....

Joking is joking, playing is playing, and after the jokes, they never forgot business.

"Ready to go into the cave?"

Lynn nodded.

Lambert suppressed the smile on his lips. "First, drink a bottle of Cat potion before going in. Do you recall the effect of the Cat potion?"

Lynn also became serious and spoke.

"Cat potion is one of the most used potions by Witchers. It is It is suitable to drink before exploring dark areas such as caves or tombs, or strolling in dangerous areas at midnight."

"After drinking it, a Witcher can see in complete darkness so that he will not be ambushed by any nocturnal creature."

"This potion allows the drinker to sense ordinary creatures, or creatures made up of inanimate objects, even behind walls."

"But this potion, as it is with all Witcher potions, will cause minor toxin accumulation."

Lambert nodded.

And then he handed over a bottle of Cat potion. "It seems you have learned all this well, that is good."

After Lynn had swallowed it, he too produced a bottle of Cat potion and drank the whole thing.

"In the cave ahead, you'll find a Cyclops called Old Spearhead. Don't ask me how long it has lived. When I was your age, it had been occupying the cave for years."

"Kid, I'm going to tell you something. You're going to remember it."

Lambert held up two fingers.

"When we enter the cave later, there are only two choices:"

"The first, and most common, is that Old Spearhead is sleeping. And if we're quiet enough, we can pass safely."

Lynn nodded.

He was aware that there was only Old Spearhead, a giant, in the entire cave, and no other monsters.

So long as they don't wake it up, they will succeed.

"What about the second one?" he asked.

Lambert was silent for a moment before speaking.

"The second one, which is what happened when I took the trial... we need to escape from the awake Old Spearhead."

"Of course, something we would all rather not be seeing, so from here on in, walk carefully, and even watch how you breathe."

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