Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job properly

Time flies, two months pass in the blink of an eye, and the time comes to the midsummer of July in 1250.

In the past two months, Wayne has purchased a large amount of raw materials, spending almost a thousand oren per month to practice his alchemy, alchemy and blacksmithing skills to the fourth level.

However, Alchemy and Blacksmithing have only just been promoted, while his Alchemy is close to being upgraded.

In addition, due to his diligent practice of archery and the consumption of many metal arrows, his archery has reached the LV3 level. He has adapted to the use of ancient bows and arrows in the Middle Ages and has reached the standard for actual combat.

The only pity is that the elven bow and arrows given to him by Toruviel, although very accurate, can no longer match the pulling force of his demon hunter, which is almost four times higher than that of ordinary people, and cannot effectively take advantage of his amazing arm strength.

The task of finding a strong bow was also put on Wayne's agenda.

After more than two months of hard work by him and Fitz, almost hundreds of half-murlocs were killed by him by frying fish. No matter how slow they were, the leaders of the half-murlocs in the underwater city were still able to kill them. Sensed something was wrong.

In the days that followed, no matter how provocative Fitz was outside the city, the remaining half-fish people no longer sneaked out of their lair, but instead retreated, forcing Wayne to stop the fish frying activities.

However, Wayne is not without options. In order to help the Lady of the Lake get rid of this trouble, he plans to wait until the right opportunity to invite the two sorceresses Keira and Triss to help him have an underwater city adventure. .

Of course, when the time comes, he will invite a few more fellow demon hunters to work together, trying to clear out this hidden danger on the shores of Lake Vizima at once, and return the favor to the goddess of the lake.

That afternoon, he went to Master O. Henry's blacksmith shop as usual to learn forging techniques and play cards.

The old blacksmith has accumulated a lot of various high-quality forging materials for so many years. Relying on his superb Gwent technology, he has obtained a lot of good materials from this master dwarf blacksmith, which makes the old man Heartbroken.

Of course, Wayne is not a stingy person. In order to make up for Master O. Henry's regret that he always loses cards, he will bring a bottle of good wine every time he goes there, as well as some homemade dishes to go with the wine.

These good wines and dishes made the old dwarf very happy. He was even more affectionate to Wayne than to his nephew Andrew. This made the young dwarf Andrew complain in front of him several times, and then he was given more by Wayne. A lot of good wine was bought.

"Hey, Brother Wayne, you know what?"

"This morning, a witcher came to the shop. His silver sword was damaged and is being repaired by the old blacksmith in the shop."

After seeing Wayne coming, Andrew immediately trotted up and took a pot of dwarf liquor from the basket he was carrying without warning. After taking a sip, he started gossiping about the store again.

"Although that demon hunter doesn't talk much, when I listened to his conversation with the old blacksmith, I heard that his next stop was Wellen. The nobles there seemed to be offering a reward for a green dragon."

After hearing Andrew's gossip, Wayne immediately became interested. It had been almost half a year since Kaer Morhen. Apart from Geralt, he had never met any other witchers, and he hadn't even heard any news. What's more, This should be from other schools of thought.

Wayne quickly asked:

"Any idea where he went, Andrew?"

Andrew took another sip of wine, filling almost one-third of the two-liter wine bottle with two sips. He spit out a mouthful of turbid alcohol, and his face turned red, but his eyes seemed to become more excited.

"I should have gone to the Fox Tavern in Old York. It's the cheapest and most affordable there. The witcher was dressed in rags and didn't look like he was rich."

"He will come here tomorrow morning to pick up the sword. He should be staying in Vizima for one night."

After hearing the news, Wayne couldn't sit still for a while. He handed the food and wine in his hand to Andrew and said with a smile:

"This is a dish I made to go with the wine. It includes roast chicken and beef. You can use it to serve your uncle, Master O. Henry."

"Don't eat too much secretly, otherwise you'll have to get chewed out again."

After Andrew took the basket, he opened the lid nonchalantly, pulled out a large chicken leg from inside, stuffed it into his mouth, and said nonchalantly:

"It's okay. Anyway, I have thick skin. If I don't get slapped a few times every day, I will feel uncomfortable all over."

Listening to Andrew's bold speech, Wayne couldn't help but smile. Although Andrew was probably a little older than him, Wayne thought this guy was just a kid who wouldn't grow up and was very interesting.

After waving goodbye to Andrew, he went directly to the Fox Hotel.

I haven't been there for a while, and I just happened to go visit old York and his good sister, Aunt Melissa, who helped his mother a lot in the past.

After walking through the slums for about five minutes, the old tavern that was emitting smoke appeared in front of him.

It was noon at this time, so there were probably not many customers in the store.

As soon as he got close, Wayne saw the old Yorkist squatting on a wooden post next to the gate, holding a pipe in his hand, squinting one eye and smoking the pipe comfortably.

The old man opened his eyes and saw Wayne, who was neatly dressed, tall and handsome. He made a disdainful sound and said with a slightly sarcastic tone:

"Isn't this Master Wayne? How come a decent man like you comes to this shabby tavern of ours?"

"This is not in line with your status."

Wayne knew that this old man was a tough-talking, soft-hearted, and rather arrogant guy, so he didn't care about it. Instead, he took out a pack of tobacco just bought from a high-end store from his pocket, threw it into the old man's hand, and said :

"Okay, don't make fun of me, old man, this is my tribute to you."

Old York took the tobacco, put it to his nose and smelled it, then looked at Wayne with a sensible look on his face and said:

"What's wrong? Do you have anything to come to me for? Or maybe you got into trouble again and you want me to wipe your ass."

Wayne waved his hand. After living in Vizima for a few months, he did have some troubles with Old York, a local snake. However, he is very honest now. He spends his time improving his skills every day and never interacts with others. Make grudges.

"Hahaha, can't I come and see you?"

After hearing this, the old guest showed disdain on his face again and said with a smile:

"Bullshit, you kid is not that sensible. Will you come to me if nothing happens?"

"Okay, tell me if you have something to say, or say anything if you have any questions, and I'll see if I can help you."

Wayne shook his head yes and said:

"I really didn't come here to see you, old friend. I just heard that a demon hunter came to your store, so I came here to get to know him."

When the old guest heard this, he nodded thoughtfully, took a puff of his pipe, and said:

"There is indeed one. There seems to be a gryphon-patterned badge hanging on the chest. It is very different from your Wolf School badge."

"He was sitting on the seat near the back door. He had a pretty good temper. He looked like a decent person."

As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes and said warningly:

"They say people who work together are enemies."

"You guys are not looking for a fight with him, are you? If you dare to fight in my store and destroy my store, I will definitely give you a good look."

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