Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job

Chapter 22 Talking
Toruwell was wearing a black padded jacket with a brown linen shirt inside.

The neckline of the shirt was loose, and the scenery revealed when the female elf bent over caught Wayne's attention instantly.

However, Wayne only admired it for a second or two before withdrawing his gaze. He looked at Toruwell with a cheerful smile that only a teenager would have, and said:

"Of course, Toruwell, thank you for your invitation, I'm a little hungry too."

The female elf didn't notice Wayne's small movements. She nodded and got out of the tent's exit. After Wayne climbed out of the tent, she walked side by side with him and led him towards the camp.

Perhaps because of the dinner time, the camp was extremely lively at this time. Elves, dwarves, and halflings, men, women, young and old, were lining up to eat in an orderly manner around the three steaming cauldrons.

Wayne roughly counted. There are about 30 residents in the camp. Judging by their attire and equipment, there are about [-] people who can participate in the battle as fighters.

Noticing Wayne's gaze, Toluwell pursed her lips, and then said in a calm and sad tone:

"In the beginning, there were more than 300 of us. We fled here from Ade Kale, the capital of Kaedwen. Half of them fell on the road and were brutally killed by Kaedwen's soldiers."

"The two villagers who let go yesterday discovered our whereabouts."

"I'm not sure if they will inform, but I can only take them as prisoners and lock them up."

Wayne nodded in understanding. In order to protect the safety of his own people and prevent them from being tracked by Kovind's soldiers, let alone the witnesses of the captives, even if they were to be killed, they had to be done.

Following Toruville came to a relatively clean bonfire, where more than a dozen elves and dwarves dressed as warriors were dining. After seeing the female elf leading them, they all showed respect and stood up to salute her.

Obviously, Toruville enjoys a very high status among this group of non-human races.

The two had just found a blanket and sat down when a female elf came over with two bowls of hot food and respectfully handed them to their hands.

Wayne casually picked and pulled a few times into the bowl, potatoes, meat, beets, and gnocchi. The food looked pretty good, no matter how it tasted, at least the ingredients were quite rich.

He took a sip of the soup, which was sweet and salty, and he could barely eat it. Of course, it was completely incomparable with his cooking skills, and it was not delicious at all.

Wayne picked out a spoonful of meat with a spoon, stuffed it into his mouth, and said casually:

"This is still in the territory of Kaedwen, and there are human villages and towns all around you."

"Toruwell, maybe you should escape further, such as in the primeval forest of the Blue Mountains, where there are few people, the roads are rough, and there are monsters all year round, so it is difficult for humans to find."

The female elf leader also took a sip of the soup and put the wooden bowl aside.

She stared at the burning bonfire, snorted, and said firmly:
"I will not escape from Kovind. Countless compatriots here are in danger of life, waiting for our rescue."

"Humans treat us like fat sheep and slaughter them at will."

"However, I will tell them that the elves are not cowards. When faced with the sword, we will also take up the sword. When faced with death, we will also die. No one can deprive us of the right to live."

Seeing that the topic was a bit heavy, Wayne sighed, but said bluntly:

"There are too many humans, and their soldiers are well-equipped and professionally trained for war."

"You have very few fighters. It is impossible to defeat them in a frontal battle. When facing their siege, you can't even protect yourself."

"What you have to do now is to preserve your strength, act in a low-key manner, and find more non-human races who are willing to resist."

"Only when we unite enough strength and have the ability to protect ourselves, will human beings really hear your voice, instead of treating you as thieves, bandits, and strangling you at will."

Seeing Toruwell looking towards him, Wayne thought for a while, and couldn't help but say a few more words:
"The power of the elves is actually not weak. You have a long lifespan, and you are neither lazy nor stupid. In any industry, you can rely on experience and skills to become master-level craftsmen. If you have the conditions, you can rely on these skills to quickly accumulate wealth and strength."

"It's just because the number of elves is too scattered. In any city or village, you will always be a minority, and you will never have the power to resist."

"But the entire northern countries, all the elves add up, are also a force that no country dare to underestimate."

"So, what you lack is a banner, a good leader who can bring you together."

"Perhaps, one day, when the elves gather together again, have thousands of soldiers, occupy a certain territory, and under the leadership of a wise leader, the elves' kingdom can be rebuilt and reborn with blood."

Listening to Wayne's words, Toluwell was silent for a long time before asking in a slightly expectant voice:
"You're a thinking elf, Wayne."

"You know how to resist, how to protect yourself, how to fight."

"Perhaps, you should join our cause and help our compatriots to stay away from human persecution."

"Fight for the liberation of the non-human race."

Seeing the female elf's expectant eyes, Wayne couldn't help showing an awkward smile. As a young man with a modern soul, it's okay to let him talk about it, but let him really engage in the cause of liberating a race. To be honest, he is not mentally prepared for it at all.

Wayne coughed lightly, kept his voice as calm as possible, and refused:

"Sorry, Toruville, I'm a demon hunter and must maintain a neutral attitude."

"I'm very aware of my abilities, I can't do it to the extent of sacrificing my life for others."

Toruwell was a little disappointed when he heard the words. It is not surprising that the neutral code of conduct of the witcher has been widely spread in the north for hundreds of years.

She took a wine jug from her waist, raised her head and took a sip, exhaled a breath, then handed it to Wayne, saying:

"Try it, Wayne. This is my own brewed cider. It's an exclusive recipe my mother taught me. It's probably the only thing she left me."

"Your opinion is very pertinent, Wayne, I will seriously consider it."

Looking at Toruwell's pretty face that was starting to blush from the alcohol, Wayne hesitated to take the jug, put it to his mouth and took a sip.

Not to mention, the taste is really good, with the taste of wine in the sweetness, and a faint floral fragrance. Even in modern society, it is still a good drink.

He squinted his eyes and took another sip, raised his head and let out a mouthful of foul air. After thinking for a few seconds, he said to the female elf:
"Toruville, although we demon hunters cannot join your cause, we are enemies of all human societies."

"But we can be friends, and it is not unacceptable to help a friend solve an entrustment without violating the principle of neutrality."

(End of this chapter)