novelraw Chapter 65: The Great Wyvern Explosion
Chapter 65: The Great Wyvern Explosion
Shani was enrolled in the medical department of Oxenfurt Academy, also known as Ossenfurt Academy.
This was the only higher education institution in the Northern Kingdoms that allowed ordinary people to attend.
Covering alchemy, law, poetry, medicine, theology, technical sciences, archaeology, and more—almost all practical subjects—it was the most important academy for cultivating talent for the Northern Kingdoms.
Students who could study here needed both exceptional talent and sufficient effort, and of course, the tuition wasn't cheap.
As a top graduating student in the medical department, Shani was exactly such a smart and hardworking girl.
Otherwise, in the original timeline, she wouldn't have overcome numerous medical challenges to become a renowned dean of the medical school, remembered by people centuries later.
She clearly detected the wicked intentions of the man before her, yet Shani didn't refuse.
She had glimpsed some of the dangerous battle outside through the door crack just moments ago.
Corpses littered the ground, broken remains everywhere—the scene of the witcher single-handedly defeating over a dozen Salamander Gang thugs stirred both fear and excitement in the young woman's heart, creating a strong desire for the protection of this powerful man.
This was probably what modern psychology called the suspension bridge effect.But the young woman still maintained her composure. She didn't actually satisfy the witcher's wicked desires, instead leading him to the bathtub where she gently and meticulously cleaned the bloodstains from his body.
After the cleaning was complete, Shani took out a dry towel, softly drying the moisture from the witcher's body. She had him sit back on the edge of the bed, leaned against his chest, and helped dry the water droplets from his hair.
Her soft body, carrying the scent of some perfume, pressed against his chest. With just a reach, he could touch that fair, delicate skin—particularly those slender legs clad in white silk stockings that constantly drew the man's gaze.
Only after everything was cleaned and dried.
Did the young woman half-kneel, lower her head, and address the accumulated fire within the witcher.
Half an hour later.
Shani puffed out her cheeks, raised her head with slightly flushed complexion, her throat working several times before she wiped her somewhat swollen corners of her mouth and said with a smile:
"All done, Mr. Witcher."
"Doctor Shani's service time has ended. I wish you a good night's sleep."
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The next day at noon.
Witcher Kieriman didn't change his original plans, heading directly to the small island inhabited by wyverns.
Last night's ambush had cost the Salamander Gang two low-level sorcerers and over a dozen assassins.
Among ordinary people, these individuals counted as elite operatives, especially those two low-level sorcerers. Though they were only at apprentice level, spellcasters were after all "mage lords"—ordinary organizations simply couldn't recruit such subordinates.
In the original story, the Salamander Gang's leader was a rogue sorcerer from the Zerrikania kingdom, a defected high-level sorcerer, which was how he could command low-level sorcerers to serve him. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel※fire.net
But such losses would be considered severe for any organization.
He believed that for a short time, until they figured out his capabilities, these sewer-dwelling scum wouldn't launch another attack.
His current priority was still to enhance his own strength.
Though soul advancement wasn't easily achieved, at least gathering enough soul power to max out his skills was relatively straightforward—it just required sufficient grinding.
And when it came to grinding, that was his specialty.
Kieriman arrived at Wyvern Island.
Besides the dwarven heavy crossbow he obtained from the dwarves, he had thought of another excellent idea to deal with these bloodthirsty beasts.
For this, he had to thank the Salamander Gang members who came to die last night.
He stripped the corpses naked, then placed specially designed beehive bombs inside their abdominal cavities with extra-long fuses that wouldn't easily extinguish.
After positioning these blood-drenched corpses in the open areas of Wyvern Island, the spreading blood scent quickly attracted a bloodthirsty large lizard.
However, whether due to breed differences or insufficient age.
This large lizard on Wyvern Island was noticeably smaller than the two massive ones atop Ammonite Village's mountain peak, being only average size with a body length of about four to five meters.
Still, in this desolate swamp area, encountering naked humans ready for consumption was probably a rare treat.
The large lizard became extremely excited, opening its massive jaws to bite into the corpse.
Though it maintained some wariness, once the fresh flesh entered its mouth, the large lizard entered a frenzy of carnivorous celebration, beginning to swallow great mouthfuls.
Kieriman had been observing from a nearby tree branch the whole time. When he saw the wyvern about to swallow the beehive bomb, he decisively used the Igni Magic Sign to remotely ignite the bomb's fuse.
As the specially designed beehive bomb entered the wyvern's mouth, a thunderous explosion obliterated its entire mouth and brain together.
He could easily eliminate a wyvern from inside the large lizard this way.
Of course, this method didn't have a high success rate—wiser wyverns would mostly detect the danger of beehive bombs through scent or sound.
But even if the wyvern didn't swallow the bomb, exploding at such close range would still severely injure it, making it difficult to avoid subsequent crossbow shots.
And so, nearly twenty Salamander Gang member corpses were repurposed by him as wyvern bait to hunt these low-intelligence beasts.
It had to be said that the number of wyverns living on this Wyvern Island hidden in the Vizima swamps was truly considerable.
Perhaps because this place lacked natural predators for wyverns, or maybe because the unique environment here suited wyvern survival.
But regardless, encountering a bastard like Kieriman who enjoyed exterminating monsters to the last meant the wyverns were in for terrible misfortune.
After a full week of hunting—sometimes catching one per day, sometimes getting lucky with several per day.
By the time the witcher left Wyvern Island, approximately fifteen wyverns had been hunted by Kieriman.
His eight-cubic-meter storage space was completely packed with wyvern materials, while the worthless flesh was rather wastefully discarded in the swamp to fatten other monsters.
The remaining large lizards that sensed the danger could no longer care that this was their ancestral habitat of decades—they were all scared shitless, flying off to other areas.
These creatures probably wouldn't return to this island that nearly exterminated their species within their lifetimes.
Not just that, adhering to the player principle of never wasting loot, Kieriman painstakingly scavenged all wyvern nests across the entire island.
He found about twenty unhatched wyvern eggs total, along with some remains where the corpses had been completely eaten, leaving only scattered relics—approximately a hundred Orens in coins and assorted gold and silver accessories that weren't worth much.
Returning to Murkywater Village again, neither Kieriman nor Shani stayed longer, instead departing directly for Vizima.
The medical student had collected enough special celandine and planned to return to the Temple of Meritalle for proper research.
The witcher needed to handle the overflowing loot he had accumulated.
Besides, the time for his second curse removal appointment with Princess Addan was approaching.