Chapter 82 Enthusiasm (Thanks to Mr. Xu Changqing, the leader of the alliance for the reward)
The next morning, because Wayne was going to hold a practice and housewarming dinner, Geralt packed his luggage early and left from the logging camp in Revarden. Rush back to Vizima City.
After he left this time, Wayne was the only demon hunter left in the city, so after discussion, the two resigned from this stable job to Revarden.
To be honest, Geralt was still a little bit reluctant to give up on this job. After being a demon hunter for so many years, he rarely encountered an employer as enlightened as Revaden. This job was both leisurely and unruly. The salary is high and it is simply the best job for fishing.
In the camp, he will also be respected by other loggers and managers, which makes Geralt quite happy.
Unfortunately, demon hunters were born to protect people from being harmed by monsters. This is also the purpose for which they were created by mages.
Wandering around, sticking to neutrality, and protecting more people are the concepts taught to these apprentices by the old demon hunter Vesemir.
Although getting along with those unruly people often ends in a very fucked-up and unpleasant way, but after so many years, this concept has penetrated into the hearts of every Wolf School demon hunter.
He led his horse Carrot, pushed open the door of the villa, walked around the main house to the backyard, and suddenly discovered that in addition to Wayne's Lucifer, there were three other good horses in the stable, and the four horses in the stable had been The pits are fully occupied.
Are there any guests?
Geralt looked back at Carrot thoughtfully. The docile mare rubbed his chin with her head, and then he tied him to the pillar of the well.
As soon as he entered the villa, a burst of um, um, um, um, um, um, ah, ah, ah, ah, no concealment of female joy came from Wayne's room on the second floor.
This discovery made Geralt both surprised and a little embarrassed. He hadn't seen her for a few days, but he didn't expect his brother to be so tolerant. He had already brought the girl home, and there were two of them.
He walked lightly, not wanting to disturb his brother's good things, and was about to go to the wine cabinet to get a bottle of beer to quench his thirst.
Suddenly, I saw a short, fat, middle-aged man with curly chestnut hair, sitting on the table next to the wine cabinet, drinking a plate of peanuts, looking quite at ease.
After seeing Geralt, the man was not surprised. Instead, he raised the red wine in his hand, as if inviting him to come over and drink together.
Geralt said nothing, thought for two seconds, and then walked to the wine table, poured himself a large glass of dwarf beer from the oak barrel next to the wine cabinet, and sat down next to him.
The man is quite enthusiastic, and there is a kind of enthusiasm in his voice that ordinary people don't have.
"Hi, friend, you must be the White Wolf Geralt, right?"
After getting closer, Geralt discovered that the short and fat man's chest was a coat of arms with three black birds side by side. With his shallow coat of arms, Knowledge, unable to tell where this noble or knight came from.
"Yes, I am Geralt. Are you a friend of Wayne?"
Geralt's voice is hoarse and low. People who meet him for the first time are often struck by his paralyzed expression, dry voice and... He was frightened by the scars on his face and kept away from him.
However, there was nothing strange about the man in front of him. Instead, he showed a rather kind smile and said jokingly: "
Yes, although we just met yesterday, Wayne will definitely become one of my best friends." ."
"My name is Borch, and my friends like to call me Three Jackdaws." "
Unfortunately, Wayne, my friend, is busy dealing with two little wild cats now! Since last night, he has been busy until now ."
"Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, I can't sleep at night." "
I've been drinking here all night. I have to say, the physical strength of you demon hunters is really impressive to all men. Envy."
Borch's heroic humor and familiar character made Geralt quite comfortable.
He raised his eyebrows, took a big sip of the dwarf beer in his hand, and then boasted a little proudly:
"It's true, Mr. Bolch. Although we witchers are sterile, we are the best bed partners." "
Ha, just like what those stupid farmers say, even sorceresses will be killed by us. The body is fascinated."
"If you go to the brothels in the city and ask around, you may be able to hear about my reputation as a white-haired hunk." "
Many beauties from Vizima are even willing to serve me for free."
Bolch laughed. With a smile, he handed the peanuts in front of him to Geralt and complimented:
"Wayne told me last night that you are one of the most powerful swordsmen in the north."
"Others say you have two swords. " Sword, now it seems that you should have three swords, right?" Borch's humor successfully aroused Geralt's laughter, and both of them couldn't help laughing.
At this time, Wayne walked down from the second floor wearing a thin linen gown, revealing his strong chest muscles.
Seeing the two people at the wine table chatting so happily, he also smiled, took a glass of red wine, and sat in another seat.
"I feel relieved to see you guys chatting so happily."
He looked at Geralt and then introduced:
"Geralt, this is Mr. Borch, he is my friend and our next client. Employer."
Geralt raised his eyebrows when he heard this, looked at Wayne with an unclear look, and said,
"Entrustment?"
"Ha, if I remember correctly, today should be my practice dinner, right? I don't remember that there is any commission that the two of us need to complete."
Wayne didn't care about Geralt's slightly mocking tone, but continued:
"A big commission, Geralt, one thousand five hundred per person. Oren, it's enough for you to spend more than half a year."
"In Holobor City, many people are organizing a dragon-slaying team, preparing to go to the mountains to hunt a pregnant green dragon."
Geralt was shocked by the huge reward, but after hearing the content, he frowned and said,
"Green dragon? Dragon slayer?"
"Wayne, you should know that I don't kill dragons, no matter what. Whether it's an evil dragon or another dragon, no matter how much money you pay me, I will not target dragons."
Wayne patted Geralt's shoulder, motioning him not to get excited, and then said:
"Don't worry , Geralt, this dragon is very important to Mr. Borch. He paid a lot of money to hire us, not to kill the dragon, but to protect this dragon and protect her from being killed by other dragon hunting teams."
" And this dragon is not an evil dragon, she is just a poor mother who wants to protect her children from being hurt."
Geralt was silent for a few seconds after hearing this, looked at Borch, and then at the person next to him. Wayne said in a somewhat silent voice:
"Slaying a dragon is no small matter."
"This matter must have involved many people from other forces. Wayne, as demon hunters, we probably shouldn't get involved. We have to deal with too many people." Interactions between forces often make us fall into some conspiracies."
"Vesemir should have taught you this truth back then."
Seeing that Geralt seemed to want to lecture him, Wayne immediately used his trump card.
He stretched out his hand to interrupt Geralt's preaching, glanced at him, and said,
"It's indeed a bit troublesome. I heard from Keira that there is a sorceress named Yennefer who seems to be participating in this event for a special reason. Slay the dragon."
"Geralt, my brother, I think I heard you say before that you also know a sorceress named Yennefer." "Do you think they
are the same person?"
Geralt was immediately stunned at Yennefer's name. The last time he met this dream girl was a few years ago.
Because he couldn't stand Yennefer's perverted desire to control, one morning, before Yennefer woke up, he quietly left.
Since then, the sorceress had a cold war with him, and seemed to deliberately avoid him. The two had not seen each other for several years.
Unexpectedly, he suddenly heard this name from Wayne's mouth, and it also appeared in a very dangerous dragon-slaying incident. This made Geralt, a licking dog, how could he sit still.
He was silent for a few seconds, then he looked up and saw Wayne's playful gaze, but he still had the courage to say, "But
you're right, Wayne. Since it's to do a favor for a friend, it's also to save a kind green animal." Dragon, accepting this commission is what we should do."
After saying this, Geralt took a sip of beer with some embarrassment, then coughed slightly and said:
"So, when do we set off? I think it is best to Hurry up, so as not to delay the business."
(End of Chapter)