Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job

Chapter 66 Vincent Mays
Seeing the huge wolf head rolling to the ground, Wayne quietly let out a sigh of relief.

This was his first time fighting against such a powerful monster. As the effect of the witcher's potion slowly faded, he even felt a slight sprain in the joints of his arm, and bursts of tingling pain came from his muscles all over his body.

It is still too reluctant to block the werewolf's claw attack directly with a sword. Next time we encounter such a powerful monster, we should try our best to dodge it, Wayne thought to himself.

Fortunately, the werewolf resigned to his fate in the end and did not make a dying counterattack. Although it is a bit troublesome to investigate the follow-up truth, it is better than facing a desperate counterattack by a powerful monster.

Wayne put away the blade, hung the steel sword in the grass back on his belt, looked at the werewolf's corpse, struggled for a few seconds, and finally shook his head, not choosing to dissect it and collect materials.

After all, it is an intelligent creature that can speak and think, and it is also a loving husband. Taking its internal organs or something is too cruel. Wayne can't do it for the time being, um, for the time being.

Stepping over the werewolf's body, he walked up the steps and into the wooden hunter's lodge.

To the naked eye, it is just a fairly ordinary house with two bedrooms and one living room. The furniture and decoration are quite old, and there is nothing unusual about it.

However, the witcher's keen sense of smell told him that the smell of blood extended to the bedroom.

Sure enough, when he came to the bedroom, Wayne just tapped the wooden floor with his scabbard, and through the hollow sound, he confirmed the location of the basement under the floor.

Just as he was about to pull up the hidden wooden door and enter the basement, he suddenly saw a portrait of three people painted in oil on the wall in the direction of the bed in the bedroom.

A strong middle-aged man with short hair and a gentle young woman with long chestnut hair hugged each other sweetly. Standing between them was a boy about ten years old with a very bright smile.

Wayne's eyes froze slightly. It seemed that the werewolf still had a son, but he didn't know where the child was now.

The werewolf curse is a contagious curse. Not only can it infect others through biting, but the continuation of the blood is also a way of passing the curse.

Thinking of this, he didn't rush into the basement, but rummaged in the bedroom.

Relying on the ability to observe the details, Wayne quickly found more than 70 Oren hidden in the dark compartment of the cabinet, and a letter that looked like a suicide note.

After hesitating for a second, he opened the letter and flipped through it.

A few minutes later, Wayne put the envelope and Oren back to their original positions with a complicated expression.

Judging from the contents of the letter.

The werewolf's original name was Xinteya Meisi. After his wife was killed, his only son was so sad that he sent him to his aunt's house in the town for a while to recuperate.

But he himself made up his mind to avenge his wife, and began to look for traces of the enemy in the surrounding logging camps.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find any results, which made the man even more angry, helpless and ashamed.

This man is also very aware of the dangers of the werewolf curse in his body, and he knows that he will get bad results one day, so he left these deposits and suicide notes.

And from the few words in his letter, Wayne can see that Xinteya's son, the boy named Vincent Mays, also has the werewolf curse, and is a rare type that can maintain his own rationality.

In the future, the captain of the town guard in the city of Vizima in the story of The Witcher, the werewolf Vincent, should most likely be this child.

And this feeling of seeing the characters in the story in reality gave Wayne a sense of the absurdity of witnessing history.

I just don't know how this child named Vincent would feel when he learned from others that his father was killed by a demon hunter.

Wayne pulled up the wooden door of the basement, walked in cautiously, walked through a seven or eight meter long damp corridor, and came to a space similar to an underground cave.

As soon as he entered there, a smell of blood and stench hit his face.

Wayne squinted his eyes and saw that, apart from some unknown rubbish, he saw six strong lumberjacks, whose hands were tied with hemp ropes, and hung from the top of the cave, with their feet about [-] to [-] centimeters above the ground.

Everyone was stripped of their clothes, their skin was covered with whip scars, and expressions of fear and panic intertwined were distorted on their faces.

The stomachs of two of the loggers had been cut open, and their internal organs and blood flowed all over the place. Judging from their pale corpses, they had probably been dead for more than a day.

Seeing someone coming in, the living loggers let out piercing howls of fear at first, but when they found that the person who came was a handsome young man, a kind of surprise that came from a desperate situation quickly surfaced on their faces.

"Help me, save me quickly."

"There is a monster, he is tormenting us, always asking some inexplicable questions."

"Someone has been killed, please save me, please."

Hearing the calls for help from several people one after another, Wayne took a closer look and found that the appearance characteristics of the six people were similar to those described by Paula, the werewolf's wife. They had bald heads and black beards, and the two who died were relatively thin. This is probably the reason why they were arrested.

It's a pity that such characteristics are too common. If we only use this standard to find the murderer, about one tenth of the lumberjacks will be regarded as murderers.

Wayne cut off the ropes that bound them with his sword, and then slowly lowered them back to the ground. Looking at the tortured woodcutters, he said loudly:

"Don't worry, I'm the demon hunter invited by Deacon Ozick. The monster has been killed by me. You won't be in danger again."

"However, you are injured, so you can rest here for the time being. I will go back and inform Deacon Ozick, and let him arrange a doctor to help you."

A bald-headed lumberjack who looked older heard the words, nodded immediately, lay down on the ground, saluted Wayne, and said gratefully:
"Thank you, Master Witcher, for saving my life."

"Goddess Melitia, I can't even imagine how my poor children will survive after losing me."

Seeing this, the other living loggers also expressed their sincere gratitude to Wayne regardless of their physical pain.

Wayne responded to them one by one with a smile, and then ordered a few more words, took out a roll of clean cloth strips from his pocket, gave them to bandage the wound, then turned and walked towards the exit of the basement.

What Jean Wayne didn't expect was that just as he got out of the wooden door in the basement, he immediately heard crying from outside the house.

"Father! Please, don't leave me!"

"You and mother are both dead, and I am the only one left in this world."

Hearing that the source of the crying sound should be a child, Wayne's heart moved, and he immediately guessed who the crying person was.

He sighed in his heart, and after hesitating for a few seconds, he still took a step and walked out of the room.

Sure enough, beside the corpse of the werewolf whose head had been beheaded by him, a ten-year-old child was lying on the corpse with a sad face and crying bitterly, begging his father not to leave him.

When he heard the movement and saw Wayne walking out of the house, he was slightly stunned for a few seconds, and then, the child's originally clear eyes were immediately filled with hatred.

He yelled at Wayne with an angry expression:
"It must be you, the bad guy, who cut off my father's head."

"My father is a good man, why kill him?"

After speaking, the child quickly stood up without waiting for Wayne's answer, and rushed towards Wayne with a desperate attitude.

Faced with a child's angry attack, Wayne certainly wouldn't draw his sword and fight back.

With a complicated expression, he turned sideways to let the child snap and bite, and put his palm against the child's head, preventing him from approaching him.

Although he knew that explaining to a child would most likely be useless, he still said:
"Your father was a werewolf. In order to avenge your mother, he was blinded by anger and killed two innocent loggers."

"These two loggers are also like your father, the father of other children, the husband of other women, and they also have their own families."

"Son, maybe you still can't understand it now, but in this matter, your father did wrong."

"He also paid for his mistakes."

"You also have the blood of a werewolf, but it's not your fault. Control your anger and destructive desires well, and don't let them influence your reason."

"If one day in the future, you also do the same evil deeds as your father, I will have to kill you like today."

After saying this, he saw that the child was still in that desperate attitude, with immature hands grasping his chain mail, even scratching the nails and the skin of his fingers dripping with blood.

Wayne sighed inwardly, and with his free left hand, made a sign of the sign of Axis, an enhanced version of mind control was forced into the child's brain by him.

This strong spiritual impact directly rolled the child's shocked eyes and passed out.

Wayne reached out and hugged the child's immature body, looked up at the sky, and after thinking about it for a few seconds, he held the child in a complicated mood and ran towards the location of the lumberyard in Levardon.

(Thanks to Beidangyun and Meng Xingjiu for their rewards!)
(End of this chapter)