Here. Chew on this and put it over your wound. Letho tossed a flower with vermillion petals to Roy, his face inscrutable. As Letho looked at Roy who was rubbing his leg in pain his lips curled into a faint smile.

Letho had zipped across the land after their departure from Kaer, not stopping for dozens of miles. Hed only slowed to rest in the wilds when dusk had descended.

A burning pain was shooting up from Roys inner thigh. When he looked into his trousers, a crimson pool was forming on his thighs where his skin was torn by rough fabric.

Hed lost 5 HP, and his character sheet showed 37/42 HP. Roys constitution was worse than an average adults. He wouldnt be able to ride a horse before his wound healed, which would take days.

I cant even ride a horse. Whyd I do this with witchers? Theyre superhumans. Am I dumb?

What did you give me, Letho? Roys teeth chattered from the pain. He chomped on the herb in his mouth, grinding it to a pulp. It had a fine, refreshing flavor, unlike most herbs, which had bitter tastes.

Marigold. Ever heard of it? Letho tossed a piece of firewood into the campfire, and the flames crackled. Kills the pain and prevents infection. You can find it outside of towns. They grow everywhere, he explained patiently.

Roy paid attention to what he said, and made a mental note of what Letho told him. Part of the reason he treaded the path of the witcher was for useful information, like the ones Letho gave him. Witchers could live for many centuries, making them a treasure trove of experience. Roy would try to get everything he could out of them, allowing him to get stronger.

Letho tossed a few pieces of dry, hard jerky to him as he held his pot of ale and looked into the evening sky, chewing on his food in silence. A while later, he unbuckled his sword and laid on the ground, using his arms as a pillow.

The ground was his bed, and the sky his blanket. Letho looked calm and relaxed, as if the wilds were his home. It was normal for witchers to camp in the wilderness for most parts of the year anyway.

When the scent of wine wafted to him, Roy gulped. Can I have a taste?

His leg felt awkward to move after hed plastered marigold on it. When Letho said nothing, Roy took the wineskin and had a taste. The moment he took a sip, his neck craned, his eyes bulged, and his tongue stuck out. What is this?!

A sour and spicy taste mixed together like a bizarre concoction, and it made Roy spew out the wine.

Lethos face fell. Dont drink if you cant take it, child. I went through a lot of trouble to get that from Beauclair. Its Est Est. Not everyone has the chance to even taste it in their lifetime. This wine is a tribute item. Savor it.

Savor it? There is nothing to savor. The wine isnt good, Roy answered honestly. Ol Captains Inn has better wine. I like its fruit wine. Even its dwarven liquor is better. And then Roy shifted the topic. You mentioned Beauclair just now. If I remember correctly, thats in Toussaint, isnt it? Have you gone there before? Then you must have seen Duchess Anna Henrietta. Is she as beautiful as the rumors have it?

Toussaint was the duchy where the DLC Blood and Wine took place. Its fairytale-esque scenery had left a lasting impression on Roy. Of course, there was also the army of higher vampires, the lustful cloud sex, and the beautiful duchess.

We didnt see the duchess. Only her husband, Duke Raymond. Letho peered at Roy. Youre from a pigsty in Aedirn, boy. By all accounts, you shouldnt know the duchess name. How do you?

Toussaint was a duchy in Nilfgaard, a far, far place from Aedirn. The more he talked to Roy, the more Letho thought he was strange. He must have a lot of secrets.

I told you why, but you dont believe me.

The witchers hadnt believed Roys lie about him seeing the future in his dreams.

Roy huddled closer to the crackling fire and rubbed his hands. Do all witchers live long lives like you, Letho?

Most lose their lives when fulfilling requests to hunt down monsters. Either that, or they fall in battle. Not even half make it to fifty.

Roy smiled. He knew of an old master in the Wolf School who was already two hundred. Maybe the other schools have witchers like that too.

Do you regret your choice then? Letho suddenly turned back to stare at him. Being a witcher might kill you faster than being a peasant would.

Honestly, a bit.

Hmm? A faint, murderous intent rose from Letho.

Roy quickly changed his answer. Sorry. Its the alcohol talking. I wont regret this.

Those gits have sent your parents to Novigrad, as promised. If you change your mind halfway through The Viper School isnt filled with madmen like the Cat School, but we show no mercy to those who lie to us, Letho warned.

Calm down, Letho. Lets change the topic. I heard witchers always have two swords with them. Why do you only have one?

Lethos face stiffened. You should know that every school specializes in different fields. The Viper School specializes in short swords and poison for battle.

Roy kept staring at him. Letho then shrugged, and Roy heard resignation in his voice. I think you know that witchers have a steel sword and a silver sword that can each be held with one hand.

Yes. The steel sword is for humans, and the silver sword is for monsters who are weak to silver, right? Roy asked.

Letho shook his head. Thats too absolute. Some monsters are weak to silver, but steel works better on some of them. You know why I only have one steel sword? Its because even a silver-coated steel sword costs a lot, let alone a full one. The Viper School has seen better days, and now we must use our resources on more important matters, like your development.

Roys heart skipped a beat. I wonder if being watched over by a witcher is a good thing. I dont think Id get a good steel sword anytime soon. Actually, Im more interested in crossbows. Are you familiar with weapons like that, Letho? Can you teach me how to use it? Roy was disappointed, for he still hadnt gotten a ranged weapon skill after a month of hunting.

Ranged weapons like bows and crossbows were more compatible with his strongest stat, Perception, compared to melee weapons. After his level up, Roy had increased the level of his new skill, thus making Observe a level 2 skill. He also had a two point increase in Perception.

Youre barking up the wrong tree, boy. Crossbows are the specialty of the Cat School and Bear School. Letho looked into the night, his gaze deepening as he walked down memory lane. Im not exactly a master, but Ive used crossbows at some point in my life, so Ill teach you in a couple of days.

Letho then took out a bag of brown powder and made a circle on the ground with it, surrounding the horse, the campfire, him, and Roy.

Roys nose wrinkled, and the stench of the powder reached him. Is that powder made out of some creatures feces?

Not bad, boy. This is made out of a wyverns feces. Surround yourself with it, and no wild animals will come near. Gives you a good nights sleep.

Roys nose scrunched up, though he could still take the smell. At least it was better than when he was the butchers apprentice. When the cold breeze brushed against him, Roy shivered. Letho, can you not call me boy or brat? Just call me Roy. Being called brat made him feel like a little boy.

Well, youll have to work hard so that Ill acknowledge you. I might just call you by your name then. Letho didnt even look up. Youll have to get used to it from now on. Get closer to the fire if its cold.

Once Roy had huddled closer to the fire, Letho said, Now its time for your first witcher lesson, boy. Less talking, more thinking. Never show your weakness to anyone not even the people closest to you. Shh! Letho suddenly put his index finger against his lips, demanding Roy to be silent. He obliged, though he listened closely to his surroundings.

A wolfs howl reached them from afar, and pairs of ghastly green eyes appeared around the camp. Roy held his breath as he loaded his crossbow in silence.

The eyes swayed in the air, and they stared at the campfire. But they didnt move closer, as if stopped by some invisible force.

Letho drew the Axii sign near his horse, calming the whining, disquieted animal down.

The wolves only howled for a short while, and they didnt come near them. In the end, they returned to the darkness, whimpering in fear.

Wyverns feces do come in handy, Roy mumbled to himself. With Letho protecting him, and the wyverns feces keeping the beasts away, Roy could gain EXP quickly in the wilds if he used his advantages to the fullest. They were in a place where beasts were at least ten times more numerous than they were in the woods around Kaer.

I can get a lot of EXP here. And I have some meat and anesthetic left.

Look here, boy, Letho commanded, and Roy looked back reflexively. All he saw was an inverted triangle, and an overwhelming sleepiness assailed Roy. He closed his eyes, and became oblivious to everything around him.

Axiis effect lingered for a while, and Letho mumbled many things to the hypnotized boy. Roy thought hed heard Letho say something, but the wind blew everything away.

Then Letho heaved a sigh of relief and dispeled Axii. He cracked his fingers and massaged the boy who had fallen asleep. Letho gazed at the young boy, and his expression softened.

When was the last time I took a disciple in? Thirty years ago? Shame that kid couldnt even get past the first round of the trial. Will this mysterious brat have better luck?