Geralt caught his breath slightly and took out a Potion from his pocket at his waist and drank it down.
His somewhat dim golden pupils suddenly contracted and then gradually relaxed. The Potion's power was still strong, suppressing the injuries inside his body in just a few breaths.
But everyone knew that such Potions were equally expensive, and not just anyone could buy them, even if they had the money; his was one given to him by a familiar female Magician.
After drinking the Potion, Geralt's condition recovered rapidly, and he stood up from a half-kneeling position.
PTOOEY! Geralt casually spat out the blood in his throat, his already stern face now bearing a hint of fury.
A precious Potion had been consumed before he could collect the bounty, and that was enough to infuriate anyone.
Seeing this, Tamara also knew that if the Wizard didn't die, no one could leave. She had no choice but to follow Geralt and rejoin the team.
