Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job properly

Hearing Bolch's voice, Wayne was stunned for a moment, but soon realized that the so-called Mirgata Blake should refer to the green dragon in front of him, and the so-called child refers to the man who is now The dragon egg held in the green dragon's arms.

However, considering that Borch and this green dragon met for less than five minutes and quickly became a successor and a happy father, I can only say that the concept of fertility of the dragon family may be very different from that of humans.

No matter what he thought in his heart, Wayne still pretended to be quite surprised on the surface and congratulated:

"Congratulations, my friend. After this incident is over, you will also be able to have a happy family."

Jin Long raised his slender neck proudly, and the voice appeared in Wayne's mind.

"She thinks I'm the most powerful and charismatic male dragon she's ever met."

"After this crisis is over, she is willing to give birth to a new bloodline for me."

There are so few dragons now, and this green dragon has probably never seen many male dragons. Wayne complained in his heart, but he still kept congratulating Borch.

After about a few minutes, Borch also recovered from his original excitement. He suddenly asked Wayne sadly:

"Wayne, my friend, Mirgata Blake is too seriously injured right now, and I don't know the magic of antidote and healing."

"Before coming here, you once said that you had a way to cure her. Is this true?"

Wayne nodded, and then under Bolch's gaze, he took out the magic pattern storage bag he placed close to his body, took out a bottle of intermediate healing potion from Azeroth, and looked at the green dragon's After getting into shape, I took out another bottle.

Place it in your hand and show it to Borch.

Upon seeing this, Borch's tall golden body swayed, and soon turned back into the short and fat middle-aged man. He first sighed.

"Wow, magical pocket, is this some kind of strange magic prop?"

Then, he picked up the two bottles of healing potion in Wayne's hand, put it next to his nose, smelled it, and asked:

"What kind of potion is this? Is it a potion specially made for you demon hunters?"

Wayne shook his head. He didn't even need to think about the lies, he just opened his mouth and said:

"The potions of our demon hunters are violent poisons to other creatures. This is a healing potion that I asked for from an elder druid. It can heal physical wounds very quickly. In total, there are only Three bottles are treasures I keep to save lives in critical moments."

"But we are friends, and your wife is also my friend. Please let her drink these two bottles of medicine quickly. Although it may not completely cure her, it will definitely relieve her pain."

The simple-minded Golden Dragon Borch was immediately moved by Wayne's generous and loyal attitude. He picked up the two bottles of medicine, stretched out his arms to hug Wayne, and said:

"Thank you, my friend. I thank you on behalf of my wife and unborn child. Don't worry, as a friend, I will definitely not let you suffer. When Mirgata Blake's health recovers, I will definitely help you." Your generosity will be repaid.”

The mid-level healing potion from Azeroth is very effective. It is a general-purpose healing potion that can replenish the consumed vitality of living beings.

After the green dragon took the potion, the pain in his body immediately improved. There was a rumble in his stomach, puff puff! Several streams of foul-smelling smoke were sprayed out from behind, and most of the toxins in the body were quickly expelled, and the body also showed obvious signs of recovery. This made Borch very happy and surprised at the same time.

Although there are potions in this world that can restore injuries, there has never been one that can heal so quickly and have such good effects.

At the same time, he also understood the preciousness of this potion and became more and more grateful to Wayne.

He praised Wayne's potion loudly and once again promised that he would be richly rewarded afterwards.

He was very happy to get close to the green dragon, as if he couldn't wait to get close to his wife, and he didn't mind the stench she had just expelled.

And at this moment, whether it was due to the impact of the mother's recovery from her injury, the dragon egg held in the green dragon's arms made a cracking sound.

Under the watchful eyes of Wayne and the two dragons, several cracks opened at the top of the dragon egg, and then soon, a small, gray thing covered in mucus, like a puppy, broke through the egg. The shell stretched out its head from the hole.

It opened its mouth without any teeth, breathed in the air outside the dragon egg, then made a sound like a frog, and spat out a mouthful of thick saliva at the nearest Bolki.

Seeing the baby dragon being born, Borch was even more excited than her mother. She danced a few times, then stretched out her tongue and licked the baby dragon a few times, and said to Wayne happily:

"Haha, congratulate me, my friend, my child was born and I became a father."

Looking at the gray little dragon, since Borch himself didn't care about being a father, Wayne certainly wouldn't say anything more.

He carefully stepped forward and carefully observed the little female dragon who should be named Sakiasasi in the future, and then sincerely expressed his congratulations and blessings to Mr. and Mrs. Borch.

Who would have thought that in less than twenty years, the little dragon in front of him would grow up and rule Aden, a country composed of multiple races, by chance.

………………

At the same time, they were still stationed in the camp at the foot of the mountain.

Accompanied by Yennefer, Geralt successfully infiltrated the dragon-hunting team organized by King Niedamir.

And in the team, he also saw the competitors in this operation, Denessler's Ike Knight, Dwarf Squad's Yarpan Ziglin, and the Klingfield Predator trio.

Except for Knight Ike, who has been kneeling on the stone and praying to the sky, the predator brothers of the dwarves Yarpan and Cliffe obviously did not welcome the arrival of the sorceress Yennefer. The voice was sarcastic, and this disgust was quickly transmitted to Geralt.

The proud sorceress didn't even look at the rude dwarves and predators, and led by a fat steward named Gyllensteen, she came to the young king's tent.

The weird-looking demon hunter Geralt was naturally stopped outside the tent, and Yennefer was quite dissatisfied with this.

After some negotiation, the sorceress whispered to Geralt:

"The king is an arrogant young man, not difficult to deal with, but the witcher, those rude dwarves outside, and the shameless marauders are your opponents."

"Go, talk to them, understand their weaknesses, and tell me the information you found out after I come out."

When Geralt heard this, he looked at Yennefer helplessly. His dream lover was still so strong and full of control. Everyone around him had to do things according to her orders, otherwise he would have to change. Roll your eyes or scold you.

But Bai Lang knew in his heart that this kind of insular attitude was a kind of closeness she had towards her own people.

When facing outsiders such as princes, nobles or wealthy businessmen and ladies, Yennefer will turn into a gentle, caring and sweet-mouthed close friend.

He shrugged, not daring to refute Ye Naifa's order. The leaving without saying goodbye a few years ago hurt Ye Naifa a lot. She is still in a state of extreme anger, just to accomplish her goal , just didn’t explode at Geralt.

If he dared to contradict a few words, maybe the female sorcerer would do something right here, using magic to turn him into a mouse running around, or throw him directly into the cesspit, or maybe.

Holding his steel sword, Geralt nodded to Yennefer. After the sorceress entered the king's tent, he walked towards the dwarf and the marauder with somewhat reluctant steps.

Before he could get close, the youngest man among the plunderers spat on the ground, cursed a few words in a low voice, and then said to his other companion:

"You're a bullshit, I'm so unlucky. Yesterday there was a stupid shoemaker who thought he poisoned the green dragon, and today there's a fucking white-haired demon hunter."

"That's bullshit. The combination of a witcher and a sorceress. Is there anything more disgusting than this?"

Buholt, the eldest brother among the predators, slapped his younger brother on the head and said:

"You fucking mouth offends me every day. Witchers are not easy to mess with. They have two swords, and now they have a despicable sorceress backing them up. If you keep asking a few more words, maybe we will meet the green one again." Before you can fight the dragon, you have to take out your sword and fight first."

The dwarf Yarpan laughed loudly, and then said to the dwarf companions beside him:

"This bullshit king is a fucking stingy guy. He hides in his tent and eats venison and beef, but ends up giving us rat meat."

"Damn it, he doesn't even let us drink enough wine, and he actually wants us to sacrifice our lives for him. Human beings are really as stupid and greedy as ever, especially these inbred nobles."

"I've never seen any smarter guys."