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The mixture which helped the witcher gain full control of his body was chiefly made up of veratrum, stramonium, hawthorn and spurge.
But the mixture enables one to see in the deepest darkness, and this is what Geralt wanted.
“It’s me. Now there are two possibilities. The first: you get off me and we talk. The second: we stay in this position, in which case I’d like to take my boots off at least.”
“Because I don’t believe in a lesser evil.”
“Don’t come back,” said Caldemeyn. “Never come back.”
“No, no, no. I never look back. I’ll never return to Cintra. I’ll avoid it like the plague. I’ll never go back there.
But I’ve never killed people for money, regardless of whether it’s for a good or bad cause. And I never will.”
After all, your goal is a world without monsters, a world which is peaceful and safe. A world where witchers are unnecessary. A paradox, isn’t it?”
“Your mother gives birth to you only once and only once do you die,” the witcher said calmly.
“It’ll hold, don’t worry! We’ll cook the head… for soup…”
The young sorceress would become attractive because the prestige of her profession demanded it.
