Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job

Chapter 30 Is the main storyline finally about to start?
"Hey! White hair, do you want to continue playing?"

The dwarf who won the money had red hair and a huge rosy nose. He picked up the seven or eight ducats in the card and put them in his arms, and said to Geralt triumphantly:
"This is a new gadget invented by our dwarves. You must have a smart brain and luck favored by the gods to win others."

"If you stop playing, then stand up and give the chance to others. My luck is very good today, and I will definitely win a lot of gold coins."

Geralt grinned and didn't speak. He was obviously very interested in this new thing, and now he was still injured and couldn't participate in the battle, so how could he give up this new fun so easily.

He put away the set of Gwent cards temporarily lent to him by the dwarf, took out five ducats from his pocket, placed them on the ground, and said in a hoarse voice:
"I still have a few coins in my pocket. Whether you can take them or not depends on your ability."

The dwarf laughed.

"I like your character, the white-haired one, my name is Holden."

As he spoke, he took out two Ducats from his pocket, threw them to a halfling next to him, and said boldly:

"Peter, bring me and my new friend two cups of Vizima champions. Only by drinking and playing cards can we experience the real fun of Gwent cards."

Wayne stood aside, amused to see Geralt make a new friend through Gwent.

However, he had been busy in the underground pond for a long time just now, and he had to jump into the pond to look for the entrance where the monster might enter. Not only was his body covered in muddy water, even his underwear was stained with dirty blood, itching and uncomfortable.

You have to take a shower first.

He returned to his tent, took a change of clothes, walked out of the cave, came to the river and began to scrub his body.

It was still cold in the north in the early spring. Fortunately, after undergoing the mutation of the grass trial, Wayne's body was already hugely different from that of ordinary people. Although taking a cold bath is not comfortable, it is not unacceptable.

When he returned to the camp after taking a shower, he saw that the dwarf named Horton was already piled up with shiny ducats, adding up to hundreds of them.

And before he left, Geralt, who was still looking calm and calm, had reddened eyes, his paralyzed face could no longer hold his expression, his hand holding the gwent card trembled slightly, and he pursed his lips, obviously losing a lot.

Sure enough, after losing another round, Geralt threw the Gwent card in his hand on the ground a little dejectedly, controlled his emotions, and said:
"Okay, Beard Horton, you won, and I don't have a penny on me now."

"It must be an injury on my body that has affected my performance."

"No way, let's play with you tomorrow."

The dwarf was not angry at all. He boldly asked the halfling named Pete beside him to bring a large glass of Vizima champion to each of them, and said with a smile:

"You are welcome to challenge me anytime, witcher."

"I'm not afraid to tell you, in this camp, I'm the strongest in Gwent card technology, hahahaha!"

Geralt stood up, smacked his lips, and touched his withered purse painfully.

"Really? That's really interesting."

He rubbed his chest, turned around and saw Wayne who came back from the shower, and said:

"Hey, brother."

"I'm going to lie down in the tent for a while to recuperate. Don't act rashly for the afternoon's action. We'll talk about it after we have discussed it."

Wayne nodded, patted Geralt on the shoulder, looked at him, and walked slowly into the tent.

According to the doctors in the camp, Geralt's injuries were not serious, but two ribs were cracked, and his internal organs were hit to a considerable extent.

With this kind of injury, ordinary people may have to lie down for a month or two, but according to the super recovery ability of the demon hunter, he only needs a week to return to normal.

After Geralt left, Wayne looked at the fire where the dwarf was, and found that without Geralt's participation, the other elves and dwarves who were watching did not choose to fight Horton for the Gwent card battle.

I don't know if it's because of the lack of money, or because I'm afraid of Horton's Gwent technology.

After thinking for a few seconds, Wayne took the initiative to walk up, and said to Horton who was drinking heavily and packing up the Gwent cards:

"Hey! Beard, the game you just played is quite interesting."

"Can you teach me how to play?"

Holden raised his head, and when he saw that it was Wayne, he didn't seem to be surprised. He pointed to the seat opposite and said:
"It's you, young witcher, I know you."

"You have a good relationship with our leader Toruville, and you also help us deal with the monsters in the ruins."

"Do you want to play Gwent too? No problem, I will teach you!"

"This time, we young dwarves came out of the Mahakam Mountains, in addition to seeing the outside world, we want to pass the fun of Gwent cards to the whole world."

Wayne kept a kind smile on his face and didn't speak. As a veteran of collecting all Gwent cards in the game, does he still need others to teach his Gwent card skills?

However, it is only 1250 now, and the Gwent card has not yet become widely popular, so even the well-informed Geralt only played this game today.

No one would have imagined that in the future, this card game invented by the dwarves would become a super popular gambling item that would become popular all over the world and attract countless people.

Perhaps it was the efforts of dwarves like Horton and the others.

Half an hour later, Horton, the bearded dwarf who was smiling all over his face, no longer had the smile he had at the beginning.

He tugged at his red beard with some heartache. The more than 100 ducats he finally won, together with the more than 150 crowns he had saved, had all been moved to Wayne.

Not only that, but his precious pipe, gemstone ring, and refined iron battle ax that accompanied him in fighting for decades have all become Wayne's possessions.

Of course, I have to believe that this is only temporary, and it won't be long before he wins it back.

It's just that no one thought that half an hour ago, the young witcher who claimed to not even know how to play Gwent cards, and didn't even have his own deck, would win him more than a dozen games in a row, beating him, the strongest Gwent player in the camp, to the point where he almost lost his pants.

Could it be that this is the legendary pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?
But at this time, Wayne's mind wasn't on him. After beating Horton for more than a dozen rounds in a row, he was surprised to find that a special skill had appeared in his professional skill.

Gwent LV1: Luck +1.

A simple introduction, but the implication is very important.

You must know that this skill does not appear in the column of auxiliary skills, but becomes the class skill of a demon hunter just like swordsmanship, magic seal and mutation level.

The effect given is actually to increase the anti-sky attribute of luck, how can we not surprise him.

Could it be that the Gwent card is his main task?

(End of this chapter)