Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job

Chapter 37
When Geralt came down from the second floor refreshed, he saw a strange atmosphere in the entire tavern.

Many drinkers gathered around a table, watching something quietly, all focused on it, without any hustle and bustle before. Although the other drinkers did not stand by and watch, their eyes always drifted to the table from time to time, obviously paying attention to something.

Geralt was a little curious and wanted to step forward to see what happened.

Suddenly, I heard exclamations from the drinkers onlookers, and a somewhat thick voice first let out a burst of laughter, then sighed and said:
"It was a wonderful duel, Mr. Wayne."

"The deck I spent a lot of money on carefully assembled actually lost to your common cards that can be seen everywhere."

"For me, this is a meaningful competition. It taught me to be humble, cautious, and not to underestimate anyone."

"You won the three hundred Oren."

Hearing such a conversation, Geralt probably guessed what happened.

Sure enough, when the drinkers around were marveling at the gamble, he approached the table a few steps, and saw Wayne sitting opposite a fat businessman, with a smile on his face, and said humbly in his tone:

"Thank you for your bet, Mr. Levardon, you are an honest businessman, and this is a virtue to be admired."

"However, according to the rules of the gwent card game, as the winner, I should be able to draw a card from your deck as my reward, isn't it?"

"Will you keep this tradition?"

Hearing this request, Revarden twitched his lips with some heartache. As a businessman who came here from the southern Nilfgaard Kingdom, he understands the importance of the spirit of contract, and will not tarnish his reputation because of a little thing.

So he squeezed out a smile and said loudly:

"Of course, I won't play tricks on this kind of thing, Mr. Wayne, it is my principle to do things with sincerity."

Then, as he spoke, he piled up his Gwent cards and handed them to Wayne, signaling him to draw a card at random.

Wayne was not too polite, and he took out the special hero card he had been eyeing for a long time, and then looked at the pained Levardon, and praised:

"Your character is admirable, Mr. Revarden."

"It's still early, why don't we enjoy a dinner together, and play a few rounds after the meal, how about?"

The corner of Revardon's mouth twitched. In the previous game, he had already seen Wayne's Gwent card skills and luck. He felt that he must not continue to bet against him until he had enough confidence. As a businessman, he could not do business that was destined to lose money.

The fat businessman shook his head pretending to be distressed, and said half-truthfully:

"Sorry, Mr. Wayne."

"In two days, I will be transporting a large amount of goods to Vizima City. Tomorrow will be very busy. Please allow me to leave now. I must regain my energy and cope with tomorrow's work."

Wayne nodded pretending to regret, he knew it was just an excuse, but he didn't force Revardon.

He took out a dozen or so of the [-] Oren he won, threw them into the hands of the bartender, and then shouted loudly to the surrounding drinkers:

"I'm lucky today, I'm very happy."

"I'm going to invite everyone in the tavern to have a drink and share my luck."

"But you don't have to thank me, but you should thank the generous Mr. Revardon."

Hearing that someone offered a drink for free, everyone howled excitedly, and some old fritters who could make the atmosphere immediately sent compliments, praising Levardon and Wayne, which made the fat businessman's stiff expression eased a little.

Wayne looked at the sky and found that it was still early, and the sun had not even set. He had won two out of three games in the bet against Levardon just now. Even with his luck and skills, he lost one game, and it was indeed difficult to win.

However, the proficiency of Gwent cards up to five points also made him very happy. There are still many people who can play Gwent cards in the tavern. In his eyes, these people are all walking experience points, which can help him improve the level of Gwent cards. How could he let it go.

After announcing the news of the dinner, he went on to announce loudly:
"Everyone, I haven't fully enjoyed the gamble just now, and now I want to play a small game with everyone."

"Tonight, any friend who knows how to play Gwent can pay an Oren as a registration fee and play a game with me."

"Whoever wins can take one hundred Oren directly, and until the three hundred are won, everyone has three chances."

"Of course, the loser will follow the rules and I will draw a Gwent card as a trophy."

He glanced at some people who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal, and said in a tone of anger:

"You can tell this news to everyone in the floating port. I will probably stay here for two days. This game will remain valid until I leave the floating port."

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In the banks of Temeria, one oren can be exchanged for a hundred copper coins, and it only takes a dozen copper coins to buy a family's daily bread.

The temptation of three hundred Oren directly attracted everyone in the town who knew how to play Gwent cards.

As the news released by Wayne continued to spread, whether it was the people watching the excitement or those who wanted to use an Oren to make a big difference, they all gathered in the largest tavern.

After hearing the news, the mayor who was in charge of managing the floating port immediately wanted to end the gamble directly, but after seeing the enthusiasm of the participants with his own eyes.

He glanced at the instigator angrily, and finally gave up on this tough method that could easily cause riots. Instead, he chose to transfer more than a dozen soldiers from the barracks to maintain order in the tavern.

The atmosphere in the tavern was very lively, with a steady stream of challengers and undiminished enthusiasm from the onlookers. The game went on for four hours unknowingly.

Geralt stood beside Wayne with a serious face, holding his steel sword and scabbard in his arms, and glanced at some people in the crowd from time to time.

With white hair, tall stature, and sharp eyes, Geralt exudes an air of not being messed with.

He watched Wayne defeat the participants who came to challenge him one by one, saw the increasingly lively atmosphere in the crowd, and more and more Oren gold coins on the table, and couldn't help but whispered to Wayne:
"Wayne, you are too high-profile today. You have won so much money, and you will definitely attract some people's prying eyes."

"Let's be careful not to capsize in the gutter."

Wayne raised his head and glanced at Geralt when he heard the words. He knew that White Wolf's words were very pertinent. The so-called money should not be revealed. This huge sum of money in the eyes of everyone will definitely attract the malice of some people with malicious intentions.

However, in just these four hours, he won more than 40 Gwent players. The level of Gwent has been raised from level two to level three, and the luck value has increased a little.

Such a rapid improvement made him unable to stop, and this sudden big gamble also made Wayne see a good way for him to quickly improve the Gwent card level, how could he give up so easily.

He nodded reassuringly to Geralt, then looked at the time, it was almost midnight.

So, Wayne stood up and said to the surrounding crowd and other contestants who wanted to compete:
"Everyone, it's too late today."

“I was also very moved by everyone’s enthusiasm.”

As he said that, he casually pushed out seventy or eighty Oren from the coins on the table, and said to a squad leader and the tavern owner who had been standing by the side all the time:

"Thank you for your enthusiasm. Since everyone thinks highly of me, I will also be a generous host."

"Tonight, everyone present can eat here as they please. There is no limit to the supply of beer and barbecue, and the expenses will be deducted from this money."

"After lunch at noon tomorrow, we will continue our gambling game after everyone has recuperated."

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