Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job

Chapter 93 Kidnapping Yennefer (asking for a ticket, asking for a collection, asking for a reward)
"You'd better hurry up, dawdle for a while, the knight is probably going to meet his gods."

When everyone was still indulging in the shock of a telepathic and magical golden dragon appearing in front of them, Wayne suddenly emerged from the nearby woods.

There was a faint smile on his face, but the amber vertical pupils, the sharp sword on his body, and the pointed ears on both sides of his head immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Another witcher, and a half-elven one at that.

"Wayne! Haha, I knew you were coming too."

Dandelion quickly recovered from the state of shock, he greeted Wayne cheerfully, and quickly made up the prototype of a poem for the heroic Ike knight and the powerful and elegant golden dragon in his mind.

As long as it is slightly modified later, it can become a widely circulated poem. Of course, the protagonist of this song is not the heroic knight Ike, but the poet classmate himself who witnessed the development of the matter.

Just like the poems he wrote during his adventures with Geralt, although the mighty white wolf Geralt is an excellent swordsman who can defeat many monsters, in the end it is often witty, brave, and handsome who turn the tide The great poet Dandelion.

Wayne greeted several people one by one, but the haughty sorceress and magician Dorre Jialei didn't want to talk to him very much, and just hummed lightly, which was regarded as a response.

Seeing that none of them had the idea of ​​risking to save Ike, Wayne looked at Geralt, then gave White Wolf a sorry look, and suddenly stretched out his hand and swung it violently, a light blue chain flew out of his cuff , directly tied up the sorceress Yennefer who was not looking at him not far away.

Wayne flicked, pulled, and braced, and the strong magic-blocking gold chain tied Ye Naifa into a dumpling, binding her hands and feet.

This chain was smelted and forged from the anti-magic gold he found from the Wild Dog Gang. As long as it is bound by this chain, no matter whether it is a sorceress, a druid or other spellcasters, they will no longer be able to cast spells. He keeps a sharp weapon against spellcasters.

Ye Naifa originally wanted to use magic to fight back, but she soon realized this, and after losing the ability to cast spells, she was like an ordinary woman, her hands and feet were bound, and she couldn't break free from the control of the chain.

She lay on the ground, turned her head with all her strength, and shouted to Geralt:
"Geralt, you bastard, what are you doing here? Come and save me."

Geralt stared blankly at all this, and when he heard Yennefer's call, he couldn't turn his head away.

He subconsciously touched the hilt of the sword with his right hand, but quickly stopped, looking at Wayne with puzzled eyes, wondering what his brother wanted to do?
Wayne gave Geralt a reassuring wink with his eyes, and then pulled hard, and directly carried the tightly bound female sorceress on his shoulders, with his butt facing Geralt's side, so that he could not see Seeing Geralt's expression, he said loudly:
"Sorry, Geralt, I promise to do Jinlong a favor and stop Lady Yennefer from casting her spell on him."

"But don't worry, I won't hurt this lady. After this matter is over, I will return Ms. Yennefer to you safe and sound."

"Of course, you can also fight with me."

"However, if you want to fight, you have to take it easy. The sword in our hands has no eyes. Who knows if it will hurt your sorceress during the fight."

Geralt had a strange expression on his face. Of course he believed that Wayne would not hurt Yennefer, but he did not expect that his brother would use this method to prevent Yennefer from doing it.

Seeing Wayne winking at him, Geralt had no choice but to reluctantly cooperate and said fiercely:

"Wayne, remember your promise, if you hurt Ye, don't blame me for not thinking about brotherhood."

Dandelion is a shrewd person. He probably guessed something about it when he saw the expressions of the two of them. For Yennefer, who always looks arrogant and has a bad temper, the poet classmate also wants to watch her eat something. A small loss, so I shouted loudly in cooperation:

"Wayne, I didn't expect you to be such a person. It was a waste of me and Geralt trusting you so much, but you actually betrayed our team. What benefit did this golden dragon give you?"

Looking at Dandelion who took the initiative to add drama to himself, Wayne twitched the corners of his mouth, glanced at him, and looked at the three of them, the magician Dorrigaray, with a vigilant expression, and immediately said:
"He didn't give me any favors, and I didn't ask him for any favors. I didn't do this for entrustment. I just didn't want such a rare golden dragon, a creature full of wisdom, to die at the hands of those despicable and greedy hunters. That's all."

Such an answer immediately made Dorrigaray, who advocated the balance of all things, look at Wayne high. This was the first time he saw Wayne, and the first impression of a person is very important.

And for fear of revealing too much, Wayne hugged Yennefer's thigh with his left hand to prevent the struggling female sorceress from falling off his shoulders, and then said:
"It's useless to say more, Geralt, after this matter is over, you can come to the green dragon's lair to find me, and then I will return Ms. Yennefer to you."

After speaking, he immediately turned around and left the group of people at an extremely fast speed. Geralt could only look at his goddess, who was carried away by his good brother, and stretched out his palm to say something, but what? Didn't say it either.

After Wayne left, the remaining three people looked at each other, and in the end Geralt was more conscientious. He nodded to Dandelion and said with a sigh:

"Don't worry, Wayne shouldn't hurt Ye. Let's go and see that bastard Ike. Although he is a son of a bitch, he is still a life. If it can be saved, let's save it."

Out of the desire to observe the golden dragon up close, Master Jiaruidolei also said with a little pride:

"Now that Ye Naifa has been taken away, you two probably don't want to slay the dragon."

"I'll go with you to take a look. Although I don't know how to heal spells, I should be able to think of a way to help that mad knight stabilize his injury."

After reaching a simple verbal agreement, the three of them also walked down the hillside and came to the side of Knight Ike. The golden dragon in the distance watched them from a distance and did not stop them.

Dorrigaley stared at the golden dragon for a while with eyes like admiring peerless treasures, and then casually glanced at the Ike knight who had fallen into a coma, snorted and said:

"This guy is useless. His legs are severely deformed and his bones are broken. Even if he is cured, he probably won't be able to run anymore."

"The chest and head are protected by armor, so it's not a big problem, but his head suffered a serious impact, and no one knows what will happen to him."

He waved his hand to signal Geralt and Dandelion, who had helped Ike take off his armor, to get out of the way, then chanted a spell in his mouth, commanding the nearby chaotic magic with both hands, and slowly entered Ike's body.

For a moment, Ike trembled all over, and even in a coma, he couldn't help groaning in pain.

After about 5 minutes, Dorrigalei wiped the sweat from his forehead, put down his hands, and said:
"I've cast a stabilizing spell on him. Although it can't cure his injury, at least his injury won't get worse."

"Fortunately, he was only severely fractured and contused, and there was no bleeding or internal damage. Otherwise, he would be a corpse now."

After finishing speaking, Dorrigare glanced at Geralt, smiled, and said:

"This guy is also a poor man. I'm not that kind. I'll continue to treat him."

"If you don't bother and don't worry about not being able to recover the treatment fee, after this matter is over, find a good doctor for him and see if he can restore his ability to move."

"However, as I said, his legs are completely necrotic, unless you find the best healer, specially cultivate a new pair of leg bones for him, and then replace them for him, otherwise, his There is definitely no way to continue fighting."

"Of course, such a mage is definitely not cheap. Including materials and surgery fees, it will probably cost thousands of crowns."

Geralt exchanged glances with Dandelion when he heard the words. If it was a small amount of money, he might be able to help Ike pay it out of the principle and justice in his heart, but thousands of crowns, even for the witcher. It is also a considerable amount.

It's a pity that Ike is just a knight-errant, not a real feudal knight. Even if he sells all his property, he probably won't be able to make such a fortune.

(End of this chapter)