Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job

Chapter 124 The Brothers Gather Together with the Direwolf
Kaer Morhen Castle.

Geralt's hoarse but mocking voice sounded.

"Hahaha, Lambert, you have no cards!"

"Look at my horn card, the strength of melee units is doubled, 72 points, you lose."

After a few seconds, Lambert said angrily:
"Damn it, Geralt, you must have cheated. It's such a coincidence to draw three trumpet cards in a row in one game."

Geralt waved his fingers proudly and said:
"Luck, it's luck."

"I don't know why, every time I play cards with you, my luck will be very good."

"Okay, don't be a mother-in-law like a woman, hand over the bet, twenty kronor is enough for me to buy a barrel of good wine."

Lambert handed over the gold coins with some reluctance, and then muttered:

"Damn it, I knew I wouldn't gamble so big. I saved a year's worth of money, and it's not enough to lose a few games."

Geralt didn't care about his brother's apology. He cocked his lips at Lambert and said:
"It's okay, Lambert. If you don't have any money, you can go to Wayne to borrow some. When the spring comes, don't we want to go to Vizima with him to perform a mission?"

"He must pay you a lot, that little guy is rich now."

Lambert was very disdainful about this, and said:

"You, Uncle Lambert, are not so poor that you need to borrow money from younger generations."

Geralt chuckled, teasingly said:

"This winter is still very long. When you lose enough money to play Gwent, I don't think you will be stubborn."

While the Gwent duo was bickering, Wayne was also practicing swordsmanship with Eskel on the training ground outside the castle.

This winter, in Kaer Morhen, practicing swordsmanship was one of Wayne's main tasks.

In terms of the strength of his seal, he should be at the top level of all demon hunters, but Kong has a top-notch physical fitness, but his swordsmanship level can only be regarded as excellent, and he cannot compete with those real swordsmanship masters.

This is not a lack of speed and strength, but a gap in actual combat experience and various combat skills.

However, Eskel can definitely be called a master of swordsmanship, and although his character looks dull, he is not stingy about helping his brothers train, and he is experienced and steady, and he is a very good swordsmanship teacher.

Wayne heard from Geralt that this guy never went to a brothel, and his favorite opposite sex was the one with horns, and his personality was a bit sullen.

Bang!Bang!Bang!boom!boom!boom!
On the training ground, the two held iron training swords and fought back and forth, refusing to give in to each other.

If he didn't cooperate with the seal, although Wayne could suppress Eskel in terms of speed and strength, he would be overwhelmed by his special swordsmanship skills or feints and other strategies in less than two rounds. Repress in turn.

This made Wayne frantically absorbing these actual combat experiences while being a little annoyed.

With the prolongation of the training time, perhaps the gap in strength and speed cannot completely defeat Eskel, but often when the high-intensity battle between the two reaches a certain limit, Eskel will go first because of lack of physical strength. defeated.

He waved his hands, wiped the sweat from his forehead, sat down on the wooden pier beside him, and said with a heavy breath:

"It can't be done, it can't be done, young people are still very aggressive, I need to rest for a while."

Wayne also panted slightly, and said with a smile:

"I just took advantage of my good physical strength, but according to the teacher, after you transplant the large red mutation inducer, your strength and agility should increase by the second."

"At that time, this aspect should not be suppressed by me."

Hearing Wayne mention this matter, Eskel also showed a smile on his face, and said with emotion:
"Thank you for this matter, brother, I have been looking for a large red mutation inducer for many years, but I haven't found a suitable one."

"I didn't expect you to bring me such a big surprise after only going out for a year, and you were willing to give it to me."

"Don't worry, when you need this thing, I will definitely give you a better one."

Wayne waved his hand indifferently and said:
"It's okay to talk about this. I will need your help in the evil god mission by Lake Vizima soon. It is also a good thing for me to improve your strength."

Eskel nodded, did not say those polite words, but simply said:

"No problem, just call me when the time comes. In the first half of the year, I will also be looking for commissions near the Kingdom of Temeria."

Wayne smiled. The brothers from the Wolf School are very talkative. When he asked for their help, no one had any comments, and they just asked lightly.

Where, what monster to fight, when to come.

He didn't worry about his brother cheating them at all, and he never talked about remuneration, which warmed Wayne's heart.

He took off the magic jug on his waist, pressed a switch, and switched to the iced Coke. He raised his head and took several big mouthfuls. It tasted sweet, iced and refreshing, and slightly bitter. The bubbles made him burp uncontrollably.

He changed the jug to a high-end dwarven spirit, then handed it to Eskel, and said with a smile:

"Let's take a sip. The best dwarven spirits are brewed by master dwarf blacksmith O. Henry. This master is also quite famous among the carbon mountain dwarves."

Eskel raised his eyebrows. Although he had never heard of O'Henry's reputation, the dwarf's master brewer would never disappoint those who love spirits.

He took the jug, put it in his hand to observe it, and said with emotion.

"Fantastic magic equipment."

Then he raised his head and took a big gulp into his mouth. However, the intensity of the top-quality dwarf spirits obviously exceeded his expectation. In less than half a minute, Eskel's face turned red, and he even felt a gust of heat coming from him. Jumping out of his body, he closed his eyes and tasted intoxicatedly for a long time, then exhaled a foul breath and said with a smile:

"It's really strong wine! Wayne, how much is there in this jug, please pour me a jug later, I really like this taste."

Of course, Wayne is not stingy. In fact, he prefers mellow red wine and various fruit wines with a sweet taste to high-concentration dwarven spirits, and the few modern drinks are reserved for rewards when he is in a good mood. my own.

While the two were chatting, a tall old man walked in from the gate of the castle, with white beard and hair, wearing what looked like a bearskin coat.

When he saw the sweaty two on the training ground, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said:
"That's right, Wayne, Eskell, swordsmanship is the craft that we demon hunters eat, so we should study hard and practice hard."

"Geralt and Lambert must be playing Gwent again, right? Wayne, you shouldn't teach your brothers this depraved game, it will only make them more lazy and addicted to pleasure .”

Wayne shrugged his shoulders. He was already used to Vesemir's preaching. He noticed that the old man put it in the coat on his chest, with white fur all over his body and fluffy hair balls. He couldn't help asking:
"Teacher, what's in your arms, wolf cub?"

Vesemir stroked his white beard, nodded and said:

"Didn't you say yesterday that you read a book of beast taming secrets from a druid?"

"I originally wanted to go to the top of the mountain to look for a winter eagle cub for you, but unfortunately I didn't find it, but when I went to search in the wolf den, I found a newly born direwolf cub."

"This little guy has been so strong since he was born, so he must be a good seedling. In the future, whether it's looking after the house, or fighting for treasure, he will be able to help you."

"But without the correct method, it is difficult for ordinary people to tame such a direwolf. Whether you can become its master depends on your own ability."

Wayne immediately became interested when he heard the words. The direwolf is the offspring of a monster with wolf attributes and an ordinary wolf after the celestial bodies converged. It can be regarded as a variant of the ordinary wolf.

An adult male direwolf can even grow to the size of a wild lion or tiger. It is quite famous in the northern kingdom, and it is also a very rare ferocious beast.

He stretched out his hand and took out the snow-white little wolf from the old hunter's arms. This little guy was only about a month old, and his whole body was furry. His eyes had not been opened. He probably hadn't been weaned yet. He left the old witcher's warm embrace. Immediately after that, he began to shiver, and a pitiful sob came out of his small mouth.

I don't know where its parents are?Probably killed by Vesemir.

After seeing this cute performance, Wayne immediately fell in love with this little guy.

He thought of the Chinese pastoral dog raised by his family in his previous life. Although it was not beautiful, it was extremely spiritual. Unfortunately, time is not forgiving. When he grew up, the dog would die of old age.

I just don't know how long this direwolf, which has inherited the blood of a monster, will live.

Watching familiar people and things pass away quietly is also a kind of sadness as a long-lived demon hunter.

"Looking at its white body, let's call it White Fang. I hope this little guy can obey my orders, otherwise, it would be a pity to kill it."

Thinking of his animal training skills, Wayne has high expectations, training direwolves or horses, these combat partners are second to none.

His dream is to train a group of aerial mounts, like Griffin, Yalong or Manticore, ferocious mounts that can carry people into the sky.

If the demon hunter could have such a group of powerful combat partners, no one would dare to underestimate them by then.

It's a pity that such beasts are often very fierce and brutal, and there has never been a legend about someone taming a griffin in the world of demon hunters.

The dragon knight is a bit possible, after all, the dragons are very smart and know the current affairs.

(End of this chapter)