Chapter 74: Drink It Down, and Power Will Surge
Lynn stared at a beaker.
The liquid inside flowed with a light like a cold, dark moon.
This was precisely a Superior Petri's Philter.
"Looks like there's no problem on the surface. Now let's go test if it really has the effects of a superior potion."
Lynn poured all the liquid in the beaker into the empty bottles he had brought and put the empty bottles into his potion pouch.
Then he left the alchemy classroom and walked out of Oxenfurt Academy.
He mounted Nidhogg and galloped towards the outskirts of Oxenfurt.
He didn't plan to experiment at the school.
There were so many people coming and going in the school; it would be bad if he accidentally hit someone.
Even if he didn't hit anyone, hitting the flowers and plants would also be bad.
The town behind him had disappeared, and the surrounding environment had changed from the hustle and bustle to desolate wilderness.
He jumped off his horse.
He took out the bottle of Superior Petri's Philter he had just concocted.
He wasn't afraid that this potion might be a substandard product and poison him.
Because the Trial of the Grasses he had undergone was originally a process of accepting toxins corroding the body.
Any witcher who had gone through mutations had a very high resistance to poison.
Therefore, he drank it without hesitation.
The effect of Petri's Philter was to enhance the power of a witcher's signs.
As soon as the superior potion entered his body, the sensation it brought was instantly completely different from before.
Originally, the magic power in a witcher's body was like a small pony.
It was precisely because of this that a witcher's signs were only considered tricks in the eyes of sorcerers.
But after Lynn obtained the "Mutation Enhancement" specialization, his body became more able to adapt to the effects of potions.
This upgraded the small pony to a large cart.
As he pushed forward with his left hand, terrifying magic power transformed into orange-red flames that spewed from his palm.
Directly covering a fan-shaped area five meters in front.
Burning the surface of a large tree within range, one that would require several people to encircle, into charcoal.
Looking at the terrifying amplification effect brought by this superior potion, Lynn couldn's help but be shaken in his heart.
The fact that superior potions were stronger than ordinary potions was one aspect.
That was why it could cause such a result.
If it were other experienced witchers, even if they drank a superior potion, their signs wouldn't have such power.
If it were now, and he encountered the Free Company led by Coën, as long as he brought more superior potions, he could wipe them all out by himself without anyone's help.
Riding Nidhogg, he returned to his inn in Novigrad.
He found a dwarf standing at the entrance of the inn, who immediately smiled and greeted him upon seeing him.
"Are you Master Lynn? I am Lord Vivaldi's subordinate. He sent me to find you. He has something he wants to discuss with you."
Lynn dismounted. "What is it?"
"I'm not sure about that," the dwarf scratched his head.
Vivaldi was the surname of the dwarven banker, Vimme.
The two had just collaborated not long ago.
They had gotten along quite pleasantly.
Since it was something, it was likely another witcher contract.
Thinking of this, Lynn nodded.
"Since Lord Vimme has something, let's go then."
Lynn and the dwarf went directly to the Vivaldi Bank located on the central square.
With the dwarf leading the way, Lynn didn't even need to announce himself and was directly led to the VIP room to wait.
However, this time, Vimme didn't make him wait too long.
"Master Lynn, I apologize for keeping you waiting. Business has been too busy."
As before, Vimme wore a fine brocade robe, and the beard on his chin was meticulously groomed.
Lynn waved his hand, indicating it was nothing.
Vimme smiled and took out a pipe, showing it to Lynn.
"Master Lynn, this is fine tobacco imported from the Nilfgaard Empire in the south. How about trying some?"
Tobacco also existed in this world, but it wasn't as popular as alcohol.
Naturally, there wasn't a comprehensive understanding of the dangers of tobacco either.
Many people in this world even thought that smoking was beneficial to health.
In his previous life, Lynn was someone who didn't smoke or drink.
Because he felt that back in his home world, he didn't have much time to exercise and had to stay up late, so it was best to avoid tobacco and alcohol if possible.
But after coming to this world, since his body was no longer that of an ordinary person but that of a witcher immune to most diseases,
although drinking too much would still make him drunk, as long as he didn't drink excessively, it was basically harmless to his body.
So he no longer lived the almost ascetic life he had lived in his previous life.
"Alright, let's have some then."
Vimme eagerly lit it for Lynn.
He took a puff. The taste was quite good and not harsh.
"What would you like to drink?"
"Anything is fine with me."
"Go get a glass of Eastonian and a glass of Mahakam spirit," Vimme said to the attendant standing at the door, then turned back to greet Lynn.
"Don't just stand there, please have a seat, Master."
The smile on Lynn's face remained unchanged.
But in his heart, he felt very puzzled.
Eastonian came from Toussaint and was a very high-end and expensive wine.
It could be said to be the national treasure of Toussaint.
It belonged to the top of the top tier.
And this imported tobacco from Nilfgaard...
Even a fool could see that Vimme was trying to curry favor with him.
But what Lynn found strange was precisely this.
Because logically speaking, he shouldn't have anything that would require Vimme to be so ingratiating.
However, he neither spoke out nor directly pointed it out.
He just chatted slowly with Vimme, one thing leading to another.
After a period of polite conversation, Vimme finally got to the point.
And also made Lynn understand the reason for Vimme's behavior.
"Master Lynn, the last commission really helped me a lot. The client was very satisfied."
"Hmm, it's good that they're satisfied," Lynn picked up the Eastonian and took a sip.
As expected of high-end wine from the knightly Duchy of Toussaint.
Full-bodied, with a rounded texture, interwoven with multiple complex aromas, the taste was distinctly layered yet harmonious, with a long and lingering aftertaste that left one wanting more.
Such fine wine was something that most witchers probably wouldn't have many opportunities to taste even a single sip of.
Lynn put down his glass, tapping the table rhythmically with his fingers.
"Thank you for the Eastonian, Lord Vimme, but I'm not one for beating around the bush. I know your time is precious, and so is mine."
"So, if you've come to me for something, you might as well get straight to the point."
Vimme still had a smiling expression.
But with a bit more seriousness.
He stroked the beard on his chin.
"Alright, since Master Lynn has said so, then I'll get right to the point."
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