Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job properly

When Geralt woke up in the living room of Misha's house, the sun had just crossed the Blue Mountains and cast its light onto the ground.

Last night, after he solved Misha's commission, he taught a few unruly people who wanted to provoke him, and got the remuneration he deserved from the bearded village chief who wanted to delay the payment of remuneration.

But his body was exhausted from a whole day of high-intensity exercise, and he was really not allowed to go into the forest overnight to meet up with Wayne.

However, out of responsibility for the only demon hunter apprentice in decades, the white wolf still took advantage of the early dawn and braved the cold wind of early spring to get into the forest.

But when he led his horse Carrot and drove for two hours on the mountain road in the forest, his clothes and hair were stained with the cold morning dew, and his body was shivering slightly from the cold, and finally arrived near the cave he found yesterday, Ying Ying The scene that caught his eye made him freeze on the spot.

He saw that boy Wayne, who had caused him so much worry last night, was sitting on a black horse with the beautiful female elf he saw yesterday, with an intimate attitude, and they were walking leisurely in the forest.

The most irritating thing is that the hateful boy held the elf's slender waist with one hand and pulled the reins of the horse with the other hand. After seeing him, he didn't feel any guilt at all. Instead, he showed a big smile and rode away. Arrived beside him.

"Geralt, you came so early."

"This horse is a gift given to me by Toluvel. She is teaching me how to ride a horse."

"Once her commission is completed, we can all travel together on horseback."

After hearing Wayne's words, Geralt was even more surprised. In this era, a good horse was a valuable asset. Except for nobles, it was basically impossible for anyone to give a good horse to others.

But looking at this kid's smiling face, Geralt couldn't help but feel angry, and said with a slightly mocking tone:

"It seems that you had a good time last night. Compared with the fragrant elves, you must be much better than me at the farmer's house, smelling cow dung and eating bread."

In just one night, his junior established a good relationship with the female elf leader in front of him and received such a gift. There must be some unknown story happening in this.

Thinking like this, even the coldness on his body was temporarily forgotten by him.

Toruvelle frowned when she heard this, but did not expose Wayne's lie. This was something they had agreed on before. Although it was unclear why Wayne would hide Geralt's money, she would not rush into it. Interjection affects the relationship between the two.

Wayne wanted to say something else, but when he saw the remaining dew on Geralt's hair and body, as well as his slightly trembling body from the cold, he immediately understood why the white wolf came so early and why he was a little embarrassed, and he couldn't bear it. Can't stay warm.

He dismounted, landed next to Geralt, patted his shoulder and said:

"Toruvel is a sensible leader, much better than those rude and cunning unruly people."

"Come on, let's go to the cave first. There is a campfire in the camp and the breakfast they made."

"Let's just discuss the entrustment."

Half an hour later.

After breakfast, the three of them gathered around a campfire, enjoying the warmth brought by the flames while softly discussing the issue of elven ruins.

Geralt leaned forward, supported his chin with one hand, and held a firewood in the other hand, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Wayne, Toluvel, cleaning up an underground ruin is not an easy task."

"I once did a similar commission. That time, it took me half a month and killed hundreds of monsters before I could clean up a small underground temple."

"Ghouls, water ghosts, evil ghosts, mist monsters, swamp witches, Andraig swarms."

"There are countless monsters living in the underground environment. We are not sure what monsters we will encounter during the cleanup process."

Wayne nodded upon hearing this, reached out and took the cider jug ​​handed to him by Toruvelle, and poured a glass for Geralt beside him before speaking:

"That's not a problem, Geralt."

"We are demon hunters. We have enough time to clean up this ruins. Toluvel is willing to provide all help. We are not forced to complete the task in a short time. They can even send their warriors to help us."

He turned and looked at the female elf leader, and told Geralt the terms they had negotiated before.

"After the commission is completed, Toluvel is willing to pay us fifteen hundred ducats, or a quarter of the loot in the ruins."

"This is a huge amount of money, enough for us to spend for a long time."

After hearing such a generous reward, Geralt pursed his lips and looked up at Wayne. Seeing that his junior seemed to have made up his mind, he stopped speaking out against anything.

This job was originally within the acceptable range of a demon hunter, and the remuneration was so generous, but because it was a bit dangerous and out of concern for Wayne's safety, he had so many scruples.

If it was just him, he might have agreed long ago.

Geralt sighed inaudibly and said to Wayne:

"Okay, Wayne, I will go to the forest to collect herbs later, kill some monsters and replenish the potion reserve."

"Don't be idle. Prepare the tools needed to refine the medicine. Then go to the camp and ask if they have any silver. Find a way to coat your steel sword with a silver coating."

"There are so many monsters in the ruins. Only by using the silver sword can we cause maximum damage to them."

After Geralt finished speaking, Toluvel said:

"Don't worry, White Wolf, Wayne has discussed this matter with me before."

"I have asked the blacksmith Wixon in the camp to prepare iron felts and stoves. Everyone should have some silver jewelry in their hands. Although the conditions are simple, his skills are very good and he should be able to help a little."

Hearing this, Geralt couldn't help but nodded slightly. To be honest, in his career as a witcher, he had rarely encountered an employer who was so willing to support their work and cooperate with them in preparing for war.

What I encounter on a daily basis are either arrogant, ignorant, stupid nobles and wealthy businessmen, self-righteous respectable people, or those cunning and shameless people who want to default on their debts.

If every employer was willing to cooperate with them in this way, then the work of the demon hunters would be countless times easier.

Geralt pursed his lips, tasted the delicious and sweet cider in his hand, and closed his eyes with enjoyment.

After more than ten seconds, he said:

"That's it for the time being, Wayne, Toluvel, let's take a short rest today and make all preparations before the war."

"We'll start cleaning up this ruins when it gets up tomorrow."

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