Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job properly

"Gandalf, I think the half-elf named Wayne you are talking about is definitely not a good person."

In a secret room in Rivendell, Saruman knocked on the table to get other people to look at him, and then continued:

"A true man of justice never cares about reward."

"He actually wants to occupy one-third of the treasure of a single dwarf. We all know what a huge amount of wealth that is. Many kingdoms cannot accumulate that much gold for hundreds of years. This is enough to prove his greed. .”

"And people like this are just like the former human kings. Even if they don't have the Nine Rings of Humanity, they can easily be tempted by Sauron, and they are likely to turn to dark forces in the future."

"We have already endured such a lesson once."

"I think we should take some measures to prevent this half-elf named Wayne. Maybe we will reduce a lot of losses in the future."

After listening to Saruman's speech, the Elf Queen Galadriel did not speak, but looked at Gandalf. Most of them heard about the half-elf's deeds for the first time. There is no understanding, and only Gandalf has the most say.

As for Saruman, after getting along with him for a long time, the Elf Queen probably has a clear idea of ​​the white-robed mage's character. She doesn't pay much attention to many of his extreme remarks and just listens to them.

As the owners of the Three Elven Rings, Gandalf, King Elrond, and Queen Galadriel, the three of them have always been firm allies and have the highest level of trust. In most matters, the Queen of Elf is more trustworthy. Acknowledge Gandalf's opinion.

King Elrond had actually asked his daughter Arwen about her evaluation of Wayne. However, the king had a relatively calm personality and would not speak out these evaluations to affect the judgment of others.

The gray-robed wizard touched his white beard and hugged his withered wood staff with both hands. Thoughts flashed through his bright eyes. He was silent for a long time and then said:

"I can't make too many comments about this half-elf. After all, he and I only got along for more than a month during the trip."

"However, Bilbo in the team spoke highly of him. The Wayne Manor he built in the Shire provided many jobs for the local hobbits and made the lives of the surrounding civilians better."

"Basically, we have never heard of any bad deeds about this adventurer. We cannot slander a person's character based on our own speculations."

"Moreover, there is no doubt about Wayne's strength. Whether he is fighting against the evil Oaks or those twisted dark monsters, maybe he can really fulfill his promise and kill the evil dragon Smaug."

"If that's the case, let alone one-third of the Gushan treasure, why not let him become the king?"

After Gandalf finished speaking, the others also fell into thinking and remained silent.

The brown-robed wizard Radagast scratched his hair covered in bird droppings and said strangely:

"What are you talking about?"

"Isn't it good to have such a person? When we need his help with any problems in the future, we can just pay him. What use are foreign objects like gold to us?"

Radagast also aroused the thinking of others. After a while, the most powerful Queen Galadriel finally spoke:

"Maybe we think about it too much, but it's not a bad thing to plan ahead, and people's futures are not doomed."

"What we need to do is to guide people's hearts towards the light, rather than towards depravity and corruption and letting the power of darkness spread in people's hearts."

The Elf Queen looked at Gandalf and her son-in-law King Elrond with her divine eyes, and said:

"No matter what path this half-elf chooses in the future, all you have to do is guide him, give him help, and let him become one of us."

"Friends, I have already felt that the power of darkness is growing in the dark corners. We must remain vigilant and be ready for the battles that may come in the future."

………………

This morning, Wayne and Alwen met by the river to fish, because the environment in Rivendell was particularly good, and it was blessed by the Ring of Air among the three elven rings, so it was not contaminated by any filth.

In this valley, whether it is fruits, vegetables, fish, meat, or poultry, they all taste extremely delicious.

A rough guy like a dwarf might not be able to appreciate the flavor, but as a top chef, Wayne was quite pleasantly surprised by the ingredients here. He already had a plan in his mind to collect a batch of ingredients and bring them back to the Wizarding World for his friends to enjoy together. Intend.

After breakfast, Wayne took an artistic jujube fishing rod carved by the elves and wandered by the river with Princess Alwen, looking for fishing spots.

While strolling around, the elf girl suddenly mentioned that she wanted to meet his pet Deathclaw Robin.

It turns out that recently, Alwen heard knights of the same clan discussing this terrifying beast, and was very interested in the ferocity and power of the death claw.

As an elf, she was born with a hatred of evil things. Her mother was depressed because she had been abused by orcs, and she chose to travel west hundreds of years ago, leaving Middle-earth and herself. The family members have been separated in two places since then, and it is difficult to see each other again.

Therefore, the Princess of Rivendell will naturally have a certain affection for any warrior who can defeat the orcs. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why she was willing to become Wayne's guide in the first place.

Mr. Wayne rarely refuses the requests of beautiful girls. Moreover, thanks to the princess's careful teaching, he has learned Sindarin quite well, and he has already learned and used some simple spoken English.

He still has some favorable impressions of this little sister from the Elf race who is over 2,000 years old.

The two walked along the river for a long time. Before they came to the area where Robin was, they suddenly heard a childish shout. It was not loud, but it was very hard.

Following the voice, I saw a cute little boy with short black hair, wearing a linen single coat, holding a wooden stick in his hand, practicing basic swordsmanship in a meticulous manner.

Chopping, slashing, stabbing, and picking, combined with the steps of forward, backward, and left and right translation, seem to be stylish.

What concerned Wayne more was that this young boy did not have the long ears of the elves, but had a human appearance.

He turned his head slightly to look at Alwen and asked:

"Do you know whose child this is, Arwen?"

The elf princess was in a daze. After hearing Wayne's question, she tilted her head and thought for a while, then suddenly smiled and said softly:

"I remembered. This is an adopted son my father adopted a few years ago. His name is Aragorn. He seems to be ten years old this year."

"But at that time, I had been living in Lothlórien, where my grandmother lived. This was also the first time I met him."

Seeing Wayne nod in confusion, Alwen added:

"He is the sixteenth generation patriarch of the Dúnedain people, the son of Arathorn. According to the tradition of the Dúnedain people, the son of the patriarch of each generation will be raised and educated by my father. The Dúnedain and ordinary humans The difference is that they can generally live to be over two hundred years old, which makes them a fairly long-lived human race."

Hearing Aragorn's name, Wayne immediately had an impression. Isn't this the Human Emperor in the future Fellowship of the Ring?

When he mentioned the Human Emperor, he immediately thought of another question. The elf princess beside him seemed to be the future wife of the Human Emperor. It seemed that later on, Alwen gave up her identity as an elf for love and became an elf. A human gave up his immortality and died more than two hundred years later together with the Human Emperor Aragorn, finally ending his life.

Thinking of this, Wayne felt quite emotional, feeling like he was witnessing history.

So, he walked up to Aragorn with Arwen with some bad taste.

When the future Emperor stopped his training and looked at the two of them curiously.

Wayne reached out and took out two well-made wooden swords from his space bracelet, threw one of them in front of Aragorn, while he picked up the other one, stood in front of him and said:

"Kid, I see you really like swordsmanship."

"This wooden sword is given to you. Come on, pick up this sword. Today, uncle and aunt are going to teach you some real swordsmanship."

Aragorn was still a half-year-old child at this time, because when he was two years old, his father died in a sneak attack by an orc, so this child has a relatively precocious personality and is far more interested in revenge and strength than ordinary human children. eager.

He looked at the rough wooden stick in his hand, and then at the exquisite wooden sword that Wayne had inserted in front of him. Without any hesitation or fear, he immediately threw away the wooden stick, picked up the wooden sword, and stood there. In front of Wayne, he put on a decent sword attack posture and said:

"Thank you, Mr. Elf, I'm ready."

Wayne was not polite when he heard the words, and shouted "Be careful", and then the wooden sword in his hand quickly slashed at Aragorn's forearm, hitting his muscle with a snap, making the little guy's mouth slightly twitch. It was obviously very painful, and even the posture of holding the sword was a little distorted.

In response, Wayne smiled slightly, and then explained in a few short and easy-to-understand words how to defend against such an attack and how to use the moves, and then started the brutal sparring again.

In the next hour, Wayne used the method of teaching swordsmanship to witcher apprentices. He did not maliciously mislead, but gave Aragorn a swordsmanship lesson seriously.

From the most basic steps of holding the sword and swinging it, to the subsequent dodging and blocking, he was merciless. Every sword hit Aragorn, which he remembered deeply in his heart.

Pain and sweat are the best teachers. One hour of instruction allowed the future Emperor of the People to enjoy it. One-on-one professional training from a master swordsmanship teacher left the future Emperor with a black nose and a swollen face. At the same time, I also benefited a lot.

Due to the blessing of talent and system, Wayne's swordsmanship level is basically at the pinnacle of human beings in terms of skills alone. As one of the future protagonists, Aragorn also has excellent talent. One of the two can teach freely, and the other can learn. The diligence is quite tacit.

It wasn't until little Aragorn collapsed on the ground from exhaustion that Wayne showed a cheerful smile and took back the wooden sword.

There are not many opportunities to beat the future protagonist like this and still make the other party grateful. A sensible child like Aragorn is much more gratifying than those naughty children who only get into trouble.

"Okay, let's stop here. I'll leave that wooden sword to you as a gift. I have something else to do. Let's meet again when we have the chance!"

After saying that, Wayne was ready to take Alwen, who always had a smile on his face, to continue looking for the death claws.

Unexpectedly, when Aragorn, who was sitting on the ground, saw that he was about to leave, he immediately struggled to stand up, bowed respectfully to Wayne's back, and said loudly:

"Mr. Elf, my name is Aragorn. I am the son of Arathorn and the future leader of the Dúnedain people. Your swordsmanship is very superb and I admire you very much."

"Can you tell me your name? I hope to invite you to be my swordsmanship teacher and teach me the real swordsmanship."

"If you are willing to accept this plea, I will take it to heart."

As Aragorn finished speaking, Wayne, who was about to leave, suddenly heard a system prompt in his ear.

Ding! The mission is triggered, [Aragorn's Sword Master] special mission, do you want to accept it?

Ding! This task will be rewarded according to the degree of completion, up to master level.

Wayne paused and was instantly shocked. It turned out to be a special mission that could reach the master level.

He turned to look at Aragorn, who had a bruised and swollen face and a particularly sincere expression. He thought about it for a few seconds, then nodded and said:

"Okay, Aragorn."

"You can call me Mr. Wayne. From now on, I will teach you swordsmanship here for two hours at this time every day. However, I will not stay in Rivendell for too long. How much can I learn before I leave? It depends on your understanding and diligence.”

After saying that, he left here amidst Aragorn's surprise cheers and Arwen's somewhat surprised gaze.