Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job

Chapter 82 Enthusiasm (thanks to Mr. Xu Changqing, the leader of the reward)

The next morning, because Wayne was going to hold a practice and housewarming dinner, Geralt packed his luggage early and rushed back to Vizima City from the lumberyard in Levarden.

After he left this time, Wayne was the only demon hunter left in the city, so after the two discussed it, they resigned from this stable job to Levardon.

To be honest, Geralt still feels a little bit reluctant about this job. Having been a witcher for so many years, he rarely meets such an enlightened employer as Revardon. This job is leisurely, undisciplined, and the salary is high.

In the camp, he would also be respected by the other loggers and managers, much to Geralt's comfort.

It's a pity that demon hunters are born to protect the people from being harmed by monsters, which is also the purpose for which they were created by mages.

And wandering around, sticking to neutrality, and protecting more people is the concept taught to these apprentices by the old demon hunter Vesemir.

Although getting along with those unscrupulous people, the ending is often very fucked and unpleasant, but after so many years, this concept has penetrated into the hearts of every wolf school demon hunter.

He led his mount Carrot, pushed open the gate of the villa, walked around the main house to the backyard, and suddenly found that besides Wayne's Lucifer, there were three other good horses in the stable, which had already filled the four pits of the stable.

Are there any guests?

Geralt glanced back at Carrot thoughtfully. The docile mare nudged his chin with her head and was tied to the post of the well.

Just when he entered the villa, there was a burst of undisguised female joyful voices from Wayne's room on the second floor.

Inevitably caught by Geralt's keen sense of hearing, and he could clearly distinguish that these voices came from two different women, about 20 years old, one with a sweet voice and one with a high-pitched voice, which seemed to be at a critical juncture.

This discovery made Geralt both surprised and a little embarrassed. He hadn't seen him for a few days, but he didn't expect his brother to be so troublesome, and he had already brought the girl home, two of them.

He walked lightly, not wanting to disturb his brother's good business, and was about to go to the wine cabinet to get a bottle of beer to quench his thirst.

Suddenly, I saw a middle-aged man with curly chestnut hair and a bit of a chunky figure. He was sitting on a table next to the wine cabinet, eating a plate of peanuts, drinking by himself, looking quite at ease.

After seeing Geralt, the man was not surprised. Instead, he raised the red wine in his hand, as if inviting him to have a drink together.

Geralt didn't say a word, and after thinking about it for two seconds, he still walked to the wine table, poured himself a large glass of dwarf beer from the oak barrel next to the wine cabinet, and sat beside him.

The man is quite enthusiastic, and there is an enthusiasm in his voice that ordinary people don't have.

"Hey, friend, you must be Geralt the White Wolf, right?"

After getting closer, Geralt realized that on the chest of the short and fat man was a coat of arms with three black birds side by side. With his shallow knowledge of coat of arms, he couldn't tell where he was a nobleman or a knight.

"Yes, I'm Geralt, are you Wayne's friend?"

Geralt's voice is hoarse and deep. People who meet him for the first time are often intimidated by his paralyzed expression, dry voice, and scars all over his face, and keep away from him.

However, the man in front of him did not show any abnormality, instead he showed a rather kind smile and said jokingly:

"Yes, although I just met yesterday, Wayne will definitely become one of my best friends."

"My name is Borch, and my friends like to call me the Three Jackdaws."

"Unfortunately, this friend, Wayne, is currently busy dealing with two little wild cats! Since last night, he has been busy until now."

"Hmm, yelling, I can't sleep at night."

"I've been drinking here all night, and I have to say that the physical strength of you demon hunters is really the envy of all men."

Borch's bold humor and familiarity made Geralt quite comfortable.

He raised his eyebrows, and after taking a big gulp of the dwarf beer in his hand, he boasted a little proudly:
"That's the truth, Mr. Bolch, although we demon hunters can't have children, we are the best bed partners."

"Ha, even sorceresses are charmed by our bodies, as those foolish peasants say."

"If you go to a brothel in the city, you may hear about my reputation, white-haired macho."

"Many Vizima beauties are even willing to serve me for free."

Borch laughed, handed the peanuts in front of him to Geralt, and complimented:
"Wayne told me last night that you are one of the most powerful swordsmen in the north."

"Others say you have two swords, but now it seems that you should have three swords, right?"

Bolch's humor managed to elicit a laugh from Geralt, and both of them couldn't help laughing.

At this time, Wayne was wearing a thin linen gown, showing his strong chest muscles, and walked down from the second floor.

Seeing the two people at the wine table chatting so happily, he also smiled, took a glass of red wine, and sat in another seat.

"I'm relieved to see you guys chatting so happily."

He looked at Geralt, and introduced:

"Geralt, this is Mr. Borch, my friend and our next entrusted employer."

Geralt raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, looked at Wayne with puzzled eyes, and said:

"Commission?"

"Ha, if I remember correctly, today should be my practice dinner, I don't remember, there is any commission for the two of us to complete."

Wayne didn't care about Geralt's slightly mocking tone, but continued:

"A big commission, Geralt, [-] oren per person, enough for you to spend half a year."

"In Holobur City, many people are organizing a dragon slaying team, preparing to hunt a pregnant green dragon on the mountain."

Geralt was taken aback by the huge reward, but after hearing the content, he frowned again and said:
"Green dragon? Dragon slayer?"

"Wayne, you should know that I don't kill dragons, no matter whether they are evil dragons or other dragons, no matter how much money you give me, I will not hunt and kill dragons."

Wayne patted Geralt on the shoulder, beckoning him not to get excited, and continued:
"Don't worry, Geralt, this dragon is very important to Mr. Borch. He hired us at a high price, not to slay the dragon, but to protect this dragon and protect her from being killed by other dragon hunting teams."

"And this dragon is not a bad dragon, she is just a poor mother who wants to protect her child from harm."

Geralt was silent for a few seconds, looked at Borch, then at Wayne beside him, and said in a somewhat silent voice:

"Slaying a dragon is no small matter."

"This incident must have involved many people from other forces. Wayne, as demon hunters, we probably shouldn't be involved. Contacting too many forces will often lead us into some conspiracies."

"Such principles, Vesemir should have taught you back then."

Seeing that Geralt seemed to want to lecture him, Wayne immediately used his trump card.

He interrupted Geralt's lecture with his hand, glanced at him, and said:

"It's really troublesome. I heard from Keira that there is a sorceress named Yennefer who seems to be participating in this dragon slaying for special reasons."

"Geralt, my brother, I seem to have heard you say that you also know a sorceress named Yennefer."

"Do you think they are the same person?"

Hearing Yennefer's name, Geralt was immediately stunned. The last time he met this dream lover was a few years ago.

Because he couldn't bear Ye Naifa's perverted desire to control, he left quietly one morning before Ye Naifa woke up.

Since then, the sorceress has had a cold war with him and seems to be avoiding him on purpose, and the two haven't seen each other for several years.

I didn't expect to hear this name from Wayne's mouth suddenly, and it still appeared in a very dangerous dragon slaying incident, which made Geralt, a dog licking, how could he sit still.

He was silent for a few seconds, then looked up to see Wayne's playful eyes, still biting the bullet, said:

"But you are right, Wayne, since it is to help a friend, it is also to save a kind green dragon, accepting this entrustment is what we should do."

After saying this, Geralt took a sip of beer in embarrassment, coughed lightly, and said:
"So, when are we going? I think it's best to hurry up, so as not to delay the business."

(End of this chapter)