Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job properly

The next morning, because Wayne was going to hold a wedding and housewarming dinner, Geralt packed his luggage early and rushed back to Vizima City from the logging camp in Revaden.

After he left this time, Wayne was the only demon hunter left in the city, so after discussion, the two resigned from this stable job to Revarden.

To be honest, Geralt was still a little bit reluctant to give up on this job. After being a demon hunter for so many years, he rarely encountered an employer as enlightened as Revaden. This job was both leisurely and unruly. The salary is high and it is simply the best job for fishing.

In the camp, he will also be respected by other loggers and managers, which makes Geralt quite happy.

Unfortunately, demon hunters were born to protect people from being harmed by monsters. This is also the purpose for which they were created by mages.

Wandering around, sticking to neutrality, and protecting more people are the concepts taught to these apprentices by the old demon hunter Vesemir.

Although getting along with those unruly people often ends in a very fucked-up and unpleasant way, but after so many years, this concept has penetrated into the hearts of every Wolf School demon hunter.

He led his horse Carrot, pushed open the door of the villa, walked around the main house to the backyard, and suddenly discovered that in addition to Wayne's Lucifer, there were three other good horses in the stable, and the four horses in the stable had been The pits are fully occupied.

Are there any guests?

Geralt looked back at Carrot thoughtfully. The docile mare rubbed his chin with her head, and then he tied him to the pillar of the well.

As soon as he entered the villa, a burst of um, um, um, um, um, um, ah, ah, ah, ah, no concealment of female joy came from Wayne's room on the second floor.

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

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

Suddenly, I saw a short, fat, middle-aged man with curly chestnut hair, sitting on the table next to the wine cabinet, drinking a plate of peanuts, 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 come over and drink together.

Geralt said nothing, thought for two seconds, and then walked to the wine table, poured himself a large glass of dwarf beer from the oak barrel next to the wine cabinet, and sat down next to him.

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

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

After getting closer, Geralt discovered that the chest of the short, fat man had a coat of arms with three black birds side by side. With his superficial knowledge of heraldry, he could not tell where the noble or knight came from.

"Yes, I am Geralt, are you a friend of Wayne's?"

Geralt's voice is hoarse and low. People who meet him for the first time are often frightened by his paralyzed expression, dry voice, and scars on his face, and stay away from him.

However, there was nothing strange about the man in front of him. Instead, he showed a rather kind smile and said jokingly:

"Yeah, even though I just met yesterday, Wayne can definitely become one of my best friends."

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

"Unfortunately, my friend Wayne is busy dealing with two little wild cats now! He has been busy since last night."

"Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, it keeps me awake at night."

"I've been drinking here all night, and I have to say that your stamina as a demon hunter is really the envy of all men."

Borch's bold, humorous and familiar personality made Geralt quite comfortable.

He raised his eyebrows, took a big sip of the dwarf beer in his hand, and then boasted a little proudly:

"That's the truth, Mr. Bolch. Although we witchers are infertile, we are the best bed partners."

"Ha, as those stupid farmers say, even sorceresses are fascinated by our bodies."

"If you go to the brothels in the city and ask around, you might be able to hear about my reputation as a white-haired hunk."

"Many beauties from Vizima 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 were one of the most powerful swordsmen in the North."

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

Borch's humor successfully made Geralt laugh, and both of them couldn't help laughing.

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

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.

"Seeing you chatting so happily makes me feel relieved."

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 this, looked at Wayne with an unclear look, and said:

"Consignment?"

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

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

"A big commission, Geralt, fifteen hundred orens per person, enough for you to spend more than half a year."

"In Holobor City, many people are organizing a dragon-slaying team, preparing to go to the mountains to hunt a pregnant green dragon."

Geralt was shocked by the huge reward, but after hearing the content, he frowned and said:

"Green dragon? Dragon slaying?"

"Wayne, you should know that I do not kill dragons, whether they are evil dragons or other dragons. No matter how much money you pay me, I will not target dragons."

Wayne patted Geralt on the shoulder to signal him not to get excited, and then said:

"Don't worry, Geralt, this dragon is very important to Mr. Borch. He paid a lot of money to hire us, not to kill the dragon, but to protect this dragon and protect her from being killed by other dragon hunting teams. "

"And this dragon is not an evil dragon, she is just a poor mother trying to protect her children from being hurt."

Geralt was silent for a few seconds after hearing this. He looked at Borch, then at Wayne next to him, and said in a somewhat silent voice:

"Slaying a dragon is no small matter."

"This matter must involve many people from other forces. Wayne, as a demon hunter, we probably shouldn't be involved. Contact with too many forces will often lead us to fall into some conspiracies."

"Vesemir should have taught you this truth back then."

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

He stretched out his hand to interrupt Geralt's lecture, glanced at him, and said:

"It's indeed a bit 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 think I heard you say before that you also know a sorceress named Yennefer."

"Do you think they are the same person?"

Geralt was stunned when he heard Yennefer's name. The last time he met this dream girl was a few years ago.

Because he couldn't stand Yennefer's perverted desire to control, one morning, before Yennefer woke up, he quietly left.

Since then, the sorceress had a cold war with him, and seemed to deliberately avoid him. The two had not seen each other for several years.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly heard this name from Wayne's mouth, and it also appeared in a very dangerous dragon-slaying incident. This made Geralt, a licking dog, how could he sit still.

He was silent for several seconds, then looked up and saw Wayne's playful eyes, but he still had the courage to say:

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

After saying this, Geralt took a sip of beer with some embarrassment, then coughed slightly and said:

"So, when do we leave? I think it's best to hurry up so as not to delay the business."