Witcher: I Can Extract Everything

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation  Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

The Knight who was guarding the door felt as if he had been pardoned. He hurriedly made way. "Quickly, child, quickly go in. The Wizard has agreed to see you!"

The boy was looking around helplessly at this time, unconsciously asking for help from the adults around him.

After hearing the Knight's words, he hurriedly rolled and crawled into the hall. He was so excited that he even tripped three times in a row, falling head first and bleeding.

The boy did not care at all. Under the guidance of the crowd, he rushed straight in front of Heath.

"Wizard, Wizard, please save my mother. Please save my mother. Please save her.. I will do anything." The boy knelt in front of Heath and begged.

Heath carefully looked at the boy.

He was no more than eight years old. He looked like a primary school student on Earth. His shabby clothes made a sharp contrast with the magnificent hall.

Heath asked, "Where is your mother? Let me see her first."

The boy said excitedly, "At home. My mother is at home. Sir, I will bring you there now. I will bring you there now."

Next to him, Count Kroya said, "Sir Wizard, you don't have to trouble yourself. I will ask the Knight to send the child's mother over."

Heath nodded. "That's fine."

The Count then said to the boy, "Child, where is your home?"

The boy opened his mouth and said, "My home is over there, just over there, over there..."

However, he was too young and could not tell the way clearly. In addition, he was so emotional that he could not explain for a long time.

The Count could not help but shout to the surroundings, "Does anyone know this child?"

A pauper stood out, "I know. He is the child of the Peter family. His father went to the fishing port to become a sailor. Three years ago, he went missing after he went out to sea. The mother and son are dependent on each other. They live in Flea Alley. His mother is a tailor."

The Count nodded, took out a silver coin, and threw it over. "Please make a trip and lead the way for my Knight."

The commoner grabbed the silver coin and kissed it. He bent down and bowed deeply. "Your will is the loudest voice in this land."

The man left with the Knight.

The boy also wanted to go, but he was stopped by the Count. A child could not help much if he went, and now his head was bleeding. It was not good for him to lead the way in such a state.

"Someone, wash his face and bandage his wound."

After waiting in the hall for more than ten minutes, a foul smell suddenly drifted in from outside.

"It stinks!"

"What is it? It stinks!"

The Knights who had been arranged to go out earlier also came in with the foul smell.

At this time, the Knights were carrying a stretcher with a woman lying on it.

The woman was obviously very sick. Her hair was withered, her face was pale, and there was disgusting pus flowing on her body. The stench was coming from here.

"Ah!" a frightened noble girl screamed.

The surrounding people all moved away.

Only the boy rushed to the woman's side without hesitation. He held the woman's hand tightly and said excitedly, "Mom, Mom, your illness can be saved. Your illness can be saved. Lord Wizard has promised to save you!"

The woman seemed to be on the verge of death. Facing the boy's cry, she said weakly, "Alan, my... child, live well... Let Mom... touch you again..."

She wanted to raise her hand with difficulty, but she could not do so.

The boy grabbed his mother's hand and put it on his cheek. Big tears fell down. "No, Mom, you won't die, you won't die!"

Heath stepped forward. "Let me take a look."

Count Kroya carried the boy to the side and made room for him.

Heath sat down beside the stretcher and checked the woman's pupils, breathing, heartbeat, and so on.

The structure of the human body and the subject of life was a compulsory basic course for every wizard. Its importance was second only to meditation. In a sense, every Wizard could be said to be a miracle doctor to ordinary people.

After a series of examinations, Heath quickly understood the woman's condition.

It was terrible. It seemed that she had touched some elemental substance, causing her body to be exposed to elemental radiation. Her heart, lungs, and many other organs had already collapsed.

Elements were precious resources for Wizards, but they were not for ordinary people. Not only were they not precious, but they were also highly toxic. Once they came into contact with them, they would be easily injured.

Even in Blue Star of the 21st century, such an illness was probably incurable. In this backward middle age, there was no need to mention it.

Fortunately, the person sitting in front of the woman was a Wizard.

In the field of magic, this was nothing.

Heath said, "The situation is not good, but it is still within my ability."

The boy was shocked at first, but after hearing the second half of Heath's words, his face was filled with joy.

But then, Heath suddenly said, "But according to the rules, I have to take the Magic Stones before I can cast the spell."

He asked, "Then, do you have Magic Stones?"

The boy became anxious. "But, but I don't have Magic Stones."

He said anxiously, "Can you do anything else, Sir? No matter what you want Alan to do, you can have my hands, feet, heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys. I beg you to save my mother."

Count Kroya stood out. With so many people watching, as a Lord, he naturally could not just stand by and watch.

But before the Count could speak, Heath spoke first.

He said, "It doesn't matter if you don't have a Magic Stone. I just lost a Magic Stone. Maybe you can find it."

The boy said in puzzlement, "But... But where is the Magic Stone?"

Heath smiled and said, "It may be far away in the horizon, or it may be under your feet."

As he spoke, he took out a Magic Stone and threw it at the boy's feet.

The boy was stunned.

Count Kroya hurriedly said, "Silly boy, what are you still standing there for? Quickly pick it up and use it to save your mother."

The boy seemed to have woken up from a dream. He hurriedly picked up the Magic Stone and handed it to Heath. "Sir, Magic Stone, Magic Stone. I have a Magic Stone now. I beg you to save my mother!"

Heath accepted the Magic Stone. "As you wish."

Then, he took out a magic potion. It was an ordinary Recovery Magic Potion. It was worth one Magic Stone.

Although Heath was not a saint, such a thing happened to him. It was a piece of cake, so it did not matter if he did a good deed.

Moreover, he had earned enough today. Couldn't he do something good to ease his mind? Those who did not lose a single cent would not have a good ending.

"Let your mother drink this." He handed the magic potion to the boy.

The boy held the magic potion as if he had obtained a treasure and gave it to his mother to drink carefully.

The moment the magic potion entered her mouth, the astonishing medicinal effect was displayed.

The thick sores on the woman's body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. Her pale and sickly skin suddenly became ruddy. Her originally weak aura once again stabilized, and her scattered pupils once again focused.

In just a short span of ten breaths, the woman who was on her last breath in front of them could sit up by herself.

The boy said, "Mom, Mom, how are you?"

The woman looked around as if a lifetime had passed. Finally, she looked at the boy. "Alan, my child, Alan!"

She shouted and pulled the boy into her arms.

The mother and son hugged each other and wept.

This scene shocked everyone present.

"A miracle! A miracle!"

"Wizard! Wizard!"

"God! God!"

The people shouted the title of Wizard, equating it with a god.

The Count turned his head to the scholar beside him and instructed him to record today's incident in the history books. This was destined to become a legend passed down by bards.

"Thank you, Sir Wizard. Thank you. Quickly, child, quickly kowtow to the Lord!"

The woman pulled the boy and repeatedly expressed her gratitude to Heath.

Heath smiled and said, "You should be thanking your son. I took the money."

The woman's eyes reddened.

Heath then changed the topic and suddenly asked, "By the way, Lady, have you come into contact with any strange things recently?"

Such a concentration of elemental radiation was not something that an ordinary substance could do.

The woman looked puzzled. "No..."

Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something and took off a silver-white necklace from her neck.

She hesitated for a moment and then handed the necklace to Heath. "This... was left to me by my husband before he left. According to him, he said that he accidentally picked it up when he was out at sea, and then he brought it back and gave it to me."

"But since the first night I wore it, I had a nightmare. I didn't want to wear it again, but then my husband... My husband was gone..."

The moment the woman took out the necklace, Heath knew that it must be this thing because he felt the elemental fluctuations from it.

He took it and examined it, but for a moment, he could not determine what it was.

'Should I try extracting it?'

As he thought about it, he subconsciously chanted in his heart, 'Extract.'

[Beep, extraction successful. Obtained Wizard Artifact Blueprint, Ghost Scout.]

Heath opened his mouth. Wizard artifact blueprints could be extracted directly?!