Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job

Chapter 107 The Griffon School Demon Hunter

Time flies, two months passed in a blink of an eye, and time came to the midsummer of July in 1250.

Over the past two months, Wayne has purchased a large amount of raw materials, and at a cost of almost [-] Oren per month, he has trained his alchemy, alchemy, and forging techniques to level four.

However, both alchemy and forging have just been promoted, while his alchemy is close to being upgraded.

In addition, due to his diligent practice of archery, his archery has also reached LV3 level after consuming a lot of metal arrows, which can be regarded as adapting to the use of ancient bows and arrows in the Middle Ages, and has reached the standard for actual combat.

The only pity is that although the elven bow and arrows that Toruville gave him are very accurate, they can no longer match the pulling force of his demon hunter, which is almost four times that of ordinary people, and cannot effectively take advantage of his astonishing arm strength.

The task of finding a strong bow was also put on the agenda by Wayne.

And with the hard work of him and Fitz for more than two months, almost hundreds of murlocs were killed by him by frying fish. No matter how slow they were, the leaders of the murlocs in the underwater city would still I noticed something was wrong.

In the days that followed, no matter how provocative Fitz was outside the city, the remaining half-fish people no longer slipped out of their lairs, but resorted to retreating, forcing Wayne to stop his fish frying activities.

However, Wayne is not helpless. In order to help the goddess of the lake get rid of this trouble, he is going to invite two female sorceresses, Keira and Triss, to help him on an underwater city adventure when the opportunity is right. .

Of course, when the time comes, he will invite a few fellow demon hunters to act together, trying to clean up this hidden danger on the shore of Lake Vizima at one time, which can be regarded as returning the favor of the goddess of the lake.

This afternoon, he went to master O. Henry's blacksmith shop to learn forging techniques and play cards as usual.

The old blacksmith has been saving for so many years, and he has accumulated a lot of various high-quality forging materials. Relying on the superb Gwent brand technology, he has already obtained a lot of good materials from this master dwarf blacksmith, which made the old man Distressed.

Of course, Wayne is not a stingy person. In order to make up for the regret that Master O. Henry always loses, he will bring a bottle of good wine every time he goes there, and he will also bring some snacks made by himself.

The good wine and good food made the old dwarf very happy. He was even more affectionate to Wayne than to his nephew Andrew. This made the young dwarf Andrew complain several times in front of him, and then he was sent even more by Wayne. A lot of good wine was bought.

"Hey Brother Wayne, you know what?"

"A witcher came to the shop this morning. His silver sword was broken and is being repaired by the old blacksmith in the shop."

Seeing Wayne coming, Andrew trotted up immediately, took a jug of dwarf spirits from the basket he was carrying without any notice, took a sip, and then started gossip about the shop again.

"Although the witcher didn't talk much, when I heard him chatting with the old blacksmith, I heard that his next stop was Waylon. The nobles there seemed to be offering a bounty for a green dragon."

Hearing Andrew's gossip, Wayne immediately became interested. It has been almost half a year since he came out of Kaer Morhen. Except for Geralt, he has never seen other witchers, and he hasn't even heard the news, let alone This should be another school of thought.

Wayne quickly asked:

"Do you know where he went, Andrew?"

Andrew took another big gulp of wine, the two-liter jug ​​was filled almost a third of it in two gulps, he spit out a mouthful of turbid alcohol, his face turned red, but his eyes seemed to become more excited.

"I probably went to the Fox Tavern in Old York. It was the cheapest and most affordable place. The witcher was dressed in shabby clothes, and he didn't look like he was rich."

"He will come to pick up the sword tomorrow morning, and he should be staying in Vizima for the night."

Hearing this news, Wayne couldn't sit still. He handed the food and drink to Andrew, and said with a smile:

"This is the appetizer I made. There are roast chicken and beef. You can take it to your uncle, Master O. Henry."

"Don't steal too much, or you will have another big mouth."

After Andrew took the basket, he opened the lid indifferently, tore off a big chicken leg from inside, stuffed it into his mouth, and said indifferently:

"It's okay. Anyway, I have thick skin. If I don't get slapped a few times a day, I will feel uncomfortable all over."

Listening to Andrew's bold speech, Wayne couldn't help showing a smile. Although Andrew should be older than him, Wayne thinks this guy is just a young child, very interesting.

After he waved goodbye to Andrew, he went directly to the Fox Hotel.

I haven't been there for a while, and I just happened to visit Old York and his good sister, Aunt Melissa, who helped his mother a lot.

After walking through the slums for about 5 minutes, the old tavern that was smoking from cooking appeared in front of his eyes.

It was noon at this time, so there were probably not many customers in the store.

As soon as he got closer, Wayne saw that Old Yorker was squatting on a wooden post beside the gate, holding a pipe in his hand, squinting one eye, and smoking the pipe comfortably.

The old man opened his eyes and saw the neatly dressed, tall and handsome Wayne, he gave a disdainful cut and said with a slightly ironic tone:

"Isn't this Master Wayne? Why did a decent person like you come to our dilapidated tavern?"

"It doesn't suit your identity."

Wayne knew that the old man was a stubborn and soft-hearted guy, so he didn't bother with him. Instead, he took out a pack of tobacco that he just bought from a high-end store, threw it into the old man's hand, and said :
"Okay, don't mock me, old man, this is my tribute to you."

Old York took the tobacco, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, then looked at Wayne with a very sensible look on his face, and said:
"What's the matter, do you come to me for something? Or is it that you got into trouble again and want me to wipe your ass."

Wayne waved his hand. He has lived in Vizima for a few months. There are indeed some things that have bothered Old York, a local snake, but he is very honest now. Every day, he spends his time improving his skills and never talks to others. Enmity.

"Hahaha, can't I come and see you?"

After hearing this, the old Yueke showed disdain again on his face, and said with a smile:
"Bullshit, you boy is not such a sensible person, will you come to me if there is nothing?"

"Okay, if you have something to say, let's fart, and I'll see if I can help you."

Wayne shook his head yes, and said:
"I really didn't come here to look for you, old Yueke. I just heard that a witcher came to your store, so I came here to get to know him."

Upon hearing this, the old Yueke nodded thoughtfully, took a puff of his pipe, and said:
"There is indeed one. There seems to be a badge with a griffin pattern hanging on the chest, which is very different from your Wolf School badge."

"He's sitting in the seat near the back door. He has a pretty good temper. He looks like a decent person."

As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes and said in a warning:
"It is said that colleagues are enemies."

"You kid won't be looking for him to fight, if you dare to fight in my shop and destroy my shop, I will definitely show you."

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