Chapter 815 797. Knowledge of the basement
Vesemir turned his head and started walking towards Kaer Morhen's basement.
The old witcher led the young witcher down.
Lan En noticed that there was a clear dividing line on this dim staircase. The building materials above and below the dividing line showed completely different degrees of oxidation and weathering.
"When used as a military fortress, Kaer Morhen's innermost reaches were limited to this."
Vesemir saw Lan En's desire to explore. Although the old man didn't even turn his head, he could hear Lan En's pause and doubts just by the sound of his footsteps.
“The location further down has been excavated during the period of the Demon Hunter Order. That’s why there is a difference in the degree of oxidation. Because during that period as a military fortress, even with Kyle Judging from the age of Mohan’s existence, it is already quite old.”
Continuing to go down, the stairs leading to the basement became darker and colder.
It made Lan Endu regret wearing only a silk shirt.
Fortunately, his [Second Heart] and gene seeds felt the changes in body temperature and adjusted their physiological activities in time. The chill only bothered Lan En for a short while and disappeared without a trace.
The spiral stone staircase has no handguards or railings at all. If you slip and fall down, it is estimated that it is impossible for a normal person to lose several bones continuously.
But considering that the people who come here are either senior level warlocks or demon hunters who have completed the mutation, this seemingly dangerous staircase has probably not been stained with blood.
And when he reached the bottom of the stairs, Vesemir took down a torch from the wall and lit it with the [Igni Seal] with a 'pop' sound.
“I didn’t know Kaer Morhen was so short of fuel. Although this castle is located in the Blue Mountains with countless wood.”
Lan complained in a strange way. .
"Why didn't I see you holding a torch when I came down the stairs just now?"
Vesemir just glared at the bear cub.
"This is my habit. Every time before I come in here, I am used to walking in the dark for a while so that I can adapt first."
"Adapt to what?"
< br>"I said, 'dark'."
Vesemir pulled out a necklace-like key from his collar. The key was mixed with his Wolf School emblem, and the old witcher had to struggle to separate them before he could take it off.
“You don’t always carry this key?”
Lan En suddenly asked.
Vesemir pursed his lips and replied: "I would rather have Alzheimer's disease and forget the existence of this key, child. Honestly. If I hadn't promised you"
As the key approached , a keyhole suddenly appeared on the seemingly empty stone brick wall.
It's a magic door, and there's a magic key to go with it.
As the key was inserted, the outline of the door frame suddenly emerged from the originally tight stone brick wall.
Vesemir pushed the door open heavily.
Then he took off the torch stuck on the wall and led the way.
On the way, he used the torch in his hand to light the lighting facilities along the way.
A brazier or hanging torch.
In the end, as Vesemir gradually lit up the basement, which was as wide as the hall of Kaer Morhen Castle, the young witcher finally understood why the old witcher kept everything here secret.
Among the various utensils here that have long since fallen into dust, decayed, and oxidized, there are things that look like mummies in rusty iron cages.
Because the thing was too dry, Lan En couldn't tell what species it was.
Some of these iron cages are stacked together, and some are placed in the middle as if they are being studied intensively.
Others were hung directly from the ceiling with iron chains, until time eroded everything, and the steel chains were corroded by oxygen and water, breaking apart, smashing the cages and the mummies inside to the floor. Many bookcases and desks with messy desktops are placed in the basement. Some desks even have uncovered ink bottles and unreplaced quills.
Of course, the only reason these decayed and fragile things remain the same now is because no one has touched them.
Lan glanced at Vesemir who was walking in front. The old demon hunter's expression was just as he had guessed.
Resistance, heaviness.
He really didn't want to come down if it wasn't necessary, not even until the day he died.
"The people in these cages are not monsters, but people, children. Those mummies are all people."
Vesemir's voice was slightly dull.
"The mutation experiment of demon hunters from the prime of their thirties to the tender age of ten was originally to cultivate monster hunters who are efficient and more cost-effective than dispatching armies. And the wizards are establishing the formula and locking the receptors In the age range process, human life is a consumable. "
"At the beginning, they used strong men with combat experience to experiment, hoping that when the potion was injected into the blood vessels, a man capable of tearing apart griffins would pop out immediately. The powerful witcher”
"This ridiculous idea cost wizards more than a hundred lives from the time it was proposed to the time it was abandoned."
"And similar ideas are still emerging one after another. Every time a mistake is made, someone will die, and many people will die before the error can be eliminated. The answer."
"But even so, it cannot be denied that this group of wizards originally conducted research for the noble ideal of 'letting humans live a life free from the threat of monsters'."
"But it is precisely because of this that the lofty ideals make everything more sad."
Vesemir sighed in the cold basement like a tomb, and the heat turned into white mist from his mouth. Scattered out.
"Let a group of wizards with ideals continue to hurt and torture others in the process. Isn't this also a kind of torture to their own minds?"
"So many wizards went crazy before they persisted to the end. There were some who committed suicide, some who went crazy and were purged, and some who experimented on themselves."
"To be honest, I once thought that this basement must have been under a powerful spell, so it didn't work. A bunch of wraiths were born.”
Vesemir shook his head and lit the last burning brazier in the basement.
“The moment the mutation formula and process were finally determined, the last thread that the remaining warlocks were holding on to was broken.”
"Arzu and Malaspina disappeared one after another with their students and friends, and the demon hunters have since lost stable magic assistance."
"Those warlocks who encouraged the mob to attack together , If before, any warlock who was conducting research in this basement would not be able to survive for half an hour."
"But on that day, I just lay under the corpses of my brothers and teachers. , I saved a life."
"That's it, kid, I put it here together with the equipment for the Green Grass Trial. Unless someone really needs to become a demon hunter, I won't do it again. I won’t open this place.”
Vesemir inserted the torch in his hand into the iron hoop on the wall and turned to Lan En.
"The research records of the warlocks, the notes of Arzu and Malaspina, the most primitive version of the witcher's alchemical knowledge system. Everything is open to you."
The old witcher frowned He frowned and pursed his lips to suppress his inner discomfort, and pointed to the bookshelf beside Lan En.
"This is the reward for us 'old wolves'."
"And I will also guarantee you here, Vesemir."
Blue Without any hesitation, En stepped forward decisively, stared into Vesemir's eyes, and said.
"I will never be the kind of person you fear."
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(End of this chapter)