Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job

Chapter 6 The Wolf School

Wayne smiled modestly, and took a sip of the juice Geralt brought back. It was sweet and sour, with a hint of bitterness from raw materials, and the taste was not bad.

Although Bai Lang looks a bit paralyzed, he is indeed a good man with a kind heart and a sense of justice.

When buying supplies for the castle, he still remembered the children in the castle, and bought some fruit juice for the children, but unfortunately, they don't need so much now.

At the dinner table, Vesemir and Geralt were quite chatty, and the two chatted about the current situation in the north.

However, in the current period of time, Nilfgaard has not yet begun its first invasion, and the situation in the north still belongs to that kind of chaotic quagmire with no big wars and constant small battles.

More than a dozen kings throughout the north, for a small profit, or even the ownership of one or two villages, would come to a small-scale battle from time to time.

Drop a few dead bodies, plunder a village or two, and make various agreements.

And because of the chaotic kinship of the nobles in the Middle Ages, various alliances and betrayals, conspiracy and tricks, the entire north is almost a mess.

Neither Vesemir nor Geralt was interested in the kings' struggles for power. They talked about it, and it was more about determining where there was war.

Because, after a war, monsters are usually rampant, and where monsters are rampant, demon hunters are usually needed.

In this era, the life of a demon hunter is not good. Not only is most of the work dirty and tiring, licking blood from the knife edge, often life-threatening.

That is to say, most of the demon hunters are good people who follow the tradition and have principles. Otherwise, their swords would take the lives of many rotten people.

Soon, the two talked about Geralt's experience this year. Facing his mentor, White Wolf didn't hide much, and simply described the tasks he had received this year.

Wayne listened silently from the side, listening with gusto, and his desire for the outside world grew more and more in his heart. However, as an apprentice demon hunter, Vesemir would not allow him to become a teacher until he had learned all the knowledge and passed the demon hunter exam.

Geralt took another gulp of spirits and stared at the dishes on the table drunkenly. Only when he returned to Kaer Morhen's castle would he be so relaxed.

He hiccupped and said to Vesemir as if confiding:
"This year, a bard friend and I fell into a magic lamp while fishing by the river."

"Three wishes can be fulfilled."

"I suspect that it is a Di Jing who was sealed in an oil lamp."

"I was going to stop my friend from making a wish, but unfortunately I was a step too late and hurt him."

Hearing this, Vesemir was also interested.

"What happened after that?"

Dijing is a very rare and powerful elemental spirit. There are not many records about them, but each one is very magical.

And most demon hunters will never come across such a thing in their lifetime.

Geralt took another sip of his wine, his eyes were a little dazed, as if he was missing someone.

And Wayne, who has read the original book, knows that it was that encounter that made Geralt meet his destined lover Yennefer. The legendary white wolf fell in love with the sorceress, and fell in love with this strange woman at first sight.

The two started their love affair on and off for decades, the sky fell and the earth fell, the twists and turns were not enough and outsiders, and finally until the Witcher [-] game, the ending of this love will be chosen by the players.

Geralt sighed, and was about to tell Vesemir about his troubles in love, when suddenly the three people at the table heard two footsteps and two men arguing outside the castle hall.

A somewhat high-pitched and complaining voice said:
"I've said long ago that we should have started earlier."

"It's all your fault for dawdling. We had to travel in the dark, and we encountered a group of evil ghosts on the way. Now it's all over. It smells like shit. There must be no hot water in the castle to take a bath."

As soon as the voice fell, another deep voice retorted:

"Stop rambling, Lambert, are you the young master of the city?"

"You can't take it with just such a little taste, I've heard you rambling all the way."

How could the man called Lambert shut up so easily, he said without hesitation:
"We are demon hunters, not water ghosts, or scavengers, so we can't soak in shit every day."

"You like the smell, I don't."

Hearing this foul-mouthed and mocking voice, Wayne, Geralt, and Vesemir already knew who it was.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, the door of the castle hall was pushed open, and two demon hunters wearing heavy armor from the Wolf School walked in.

One is a man with short hair and a scar on his eye, which is Lambert, and the other is a man with a square face whose half of his face is almost disfigured by a scar, Eskel.

As soon as he entered the hall, Lambert saw the three of Wayne who were having a meal. This carefree-looking witcher with a cut head, glanced at Wayne, and then scanned the entire hall. He seemed to understand something, turned his head and spat on the ground, and complained to Escal:

"Hmph, I knew those kids couldn't last."

"We are all experienced people, and we know how painful the grass trial is for a child."

"We should let those kids go down the mountain, not make them witchers."

Eskel beside him also sighed, patted Lambert on the shoulder, and said:

"You can't blame Mr. Vesemir for this matter."

"They were originally orphans in the war, children abandoned by their parents. Since they came to Kaer Morhen, it was their destiny to become demon hunters."

Lambert cursed under his breath.

"Bullshit fate."

However, he didn't blame Vesemir, but felt a little bit about his own fate. As a child who was given to a witcher by his alcoholic father because of the law of accident, he knew very well how painful it was to be a witcher.

Escal patted him on the shoulder, and didn't dislike the stench of evil spirits on his body, and walked with him to check the location of the dining table.

Seeing the two people approaching, Geralt pulled a smile on his face and teased:
"You two look like you just crawled out of a cesspit."

"I can smell the stench dozens of meters away."

The smile on Vesemir's face became even brighter. He looked at his few remaining apprentices and said with a smile:
"Lambert, Eskel."

"Go take a shower first, and wash off the dirty things on your body."

"After washing up, come and enjoy the dinner cooked by Wayne. Let's drink more wine and have a good chat."

"Welcome home, boys."

(End of this chapter)