Chapter 197: The Witcher Who Smiles

"Could there be witchers here?" Silas asked curiously.

Vanas nodded with a smile. "Yes, Grandpa Mir is a master witcher with rich experience and expertise. He is also a rare research master among witchers. Not only does he possess the powerful combat abilities of a witcher, but he also has rich achievements in the research of potions. He can be said to be the foremost potion master in the entire North!"

Silas nodded with admiration, turned to look at the half-open grey door, and asked, "Is it really okay for this door to be open like this? I remember many potions have highly toxic volatile odors."

"Oh!? You actually know quite a bit," a vigorous and powerful voice came from behind at this moment.

Silas turned his head upon hearing this and happened to see a middle-aged man, who looked to be around fifty, wearing blue pajamas and a nightcap, with white hair and beard, walking up from the bottom of the stairs.

This man looked ordinary, the wrinkles on his face were not deep, he had a square face, and his white beard was neatly trimmed, not too long and not too short.

Seeing this middle-aged man, Silas's expression was somewhat strange. If it weren't for that unique pair of golden vertical pupils, Silas would be completely unable to associate this uncle running around in pajamas with that cold, deadly, and always fully armed witcher.

"Grandpa Mir!" Seeing this middle-aged man, Vanas lifted her skirt, walked over quickly, her face full of joy.

The next second, Silas was completely stunned.

Under Silas's gaze, this witcher actually grinned and smiled, looking at Vanas with a benevolent expression, and said, "Your Majesty is becoming more and more beautiful!"

Clack!

This time, it wasn't an increase in Spirit Vision, but Silas felt his worldview shatter.

This witcher smiled very naturally; it was clear this wasn't a forced pretense but a smile from the heart.

Silas blinked several times, still somewhat unable to regain his senses. He then rubbed his eyes, worried they were playing tricks on him.

"Hahaha! Suddenly going mad? A bit interesting."

While Silas was rubbing his eyes, he heard hearty and cheerful laughter in his ears.

"…"

Instantly, Silas gave up resisting and sighed in his heart, "The routines of this world are too deep; I'm still too naive."

Here, this witcher named Mir stepped onto the stairs and first asked Elaina, "How was it this time?"

"Alright, not a big problem," Elaina said, rubbing the center of her chest between her peaks.

"That's good. Be a bit more careful in the future. Mentality is one aspect; another is not to let men touch you proactively."

With that, Mir turned his head towards Silas. He had just learned about Prince Sako's loss of composure, and his mood seemed very cheerful.

"I'm very curious, what method did you use to make his Spirit Vision skyrocket?" Mir asked with a smile. This smile, combined with that pair of golden vertical pupils, gave the feeling of being stared at by a venomous snake.

Feeling the sharp gaze, Silas sighed in his heart, "Do all master witchers possess such terrifying insight?"

Although the pressure Mir gave Silas was not as great as Jeros's, the difference between the two was not significant.

"This is considered my talent; it's not very convenient to disclose," Silas, having experienced so many storms, had already cultivated a strong ability to be neither servile nor overbearing, and to lie without blushing or his heart racing.

Elaina explained, "He's not an enemy, but a good helper."

Mir sized Silas up for a moment, then turned to look at Tess lying on the stretcher and said, "I know about the situation; just leave it to me. I'll make him spit out everything he knows and doesn't know."

"Two of you, come over and carry him in," Mir waved his hand, and two apprentices quickly walked over and carried Tess inside.

Silas, seeing this, said with a smile playing on his lips, "I believe he will regret it later."

"Regret what?" Elaina asked curiously.

"Regret that I didn't kill him back then," Silas said, smiling exceptionally cheerfully despite the obviously tragic situation.

Mir glanced at Silas. "You seem to know witchers quite well, young man."

Silas nodded generously. "Yes, I have a good relationship with a master witcher."

Elaina added, "He has also drunk a potion."

"Hmm!?" Hearing this, Mir raised an eyebrow, a trace of curiosity appearing on his face.

Silas calmly shrugged. "Inferior Shark Potion. The taste and effect are unforgettable for me."

"It's not common to see people still alive after drinking a potion," Mir said, looking at Silas with a hint of interest.

Silas smiled. "Maybe I'm just lucky."

Mir didn't say much more, turned to Vanas, and said, "Your Majesty, you all go back and wait. In half an hour, I can let you know everything you want to know."

"Alright, thank you for your trouble," Vanas said, then turned and left with Silas and the others.

In the corridor.

Silas was just about to ask about Mir's situation, but he swallowed the words that had reached his throat.

"Asking these questions doesn't seem to fit my identity as a knowledgeable Pope, but this matter can't just be left like this. Hmm, hmm, hmm… I should think of a more appropriate entry point."

Vanas, beside him, secretly glanced at the pensive Silas and thought to herself, "What is His Holiness the Pope thinking? Is it because he felt enraged and displeased by Grandpa Mir's attitude just now?"

Thinking of this, Vanas's heart suddenly pounded with fear.

But then she secretly shook her head. "It shouldn't be. His Holiness the Pope is broad-minded and so amiable; it's impossible for him to get angry over such a small matter."

"Then what is it? What detail did I not notice?"

Elaina whispered to Silas, "If you have the chance, you can get closer to Mr. Mir. Mir seems to be researching new potions for ordinary soldiers to use recently. He mentioned before that after a person drinks a potion, survives, and recovers, some antibodies will exist in their body. This way, the toxic effects of taking a potion again will be greatly reduced. People like you, who have drunk a potion and survived, are rare treasures to him."

Hearing this, Silas was愣 (lèng - stunned/stupefied). "There's such a thing?"

Seeing Silas's lack of reaction, Elaina continued, "If you need any help, you can build a good relationship with Mr. Mir. In the future, if new potions are developed, you'll be among the first to benefit. You should have heard of the concept of a zero-day business opportunity, right!?"

Silas nodded.

A zero-day business opportunity is when something new appears before others know about it. This kind of product is priceless, and the entire market situation is up to you to decide.

Of course, the premise is that it's not too outrageous and actually has a real effect.

Elaina said with a smile, "This is a huge business opportunity!"

Silas, after hearing this, smiled slightly and didn't seem to care much.

He didn't know when it started, but Silas no longer had a very clear concept of money.

Although he was very short of money at the beginning, after entering the Church, he didn't need to spend his own money on food, clothing, housing, and transportation. Due to constant studying, he had no opportunity to spend.

Moreover, the fundamental reason Silas had previously desired to earn money was Ada. After Ada left, he had unknowingly lost his concept of money.