Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job properly

Kaer Morhen Castle.

Geralt's hoarse but sarcastic voice sounded.

"Hahaha, Lambert, you have no cards!"

"Look at my horn card. The strength of melee units is doubled. At seventy-two points, you lose."

A few seconds later, Lambert said angrily:

"Damn it, Geralt, you must have cheated. You drew three horn cards in a row in a gambling game. How could it be such a coincidence?"

Geralt waved his fingers proudly and said:

"Luck, it's luck."

"I don't know why, but every time I play cards with you, my luck is particularly good."

"Okay, don't act like a mother-in-law. Hand over the bet quickly. Twenty crowns is enough for me to buy a barrel of good wine."

Lambert reluctantly handed over the gold coins, and then muttered:

"Damn it, if I had known better, I wouldn't have bet so big. The money I have saved for a year is not enough to lose a few games."

Geralt didn't care about his brother's apology. He tilted his lips at Lambert and said:

"It's okay, Lambert. If you don't have money, you can borrow some from Wayne. When spring comes, aren't we going to go on a mission to Vizima with him?"

"The reward he offered you must be very high. That little guy is rich now."

Lambert was very disdainful and said:

"Uncle Lambert, you are not so poor that you need to borrow money from your juniors."

Geralt chuckled and said teasingly:

"This winter is still very long. When you lose enough money to play Gwent, I don't think you will be stubborn."

While the Gwent duo were bickering, Wayne was also practicing swordsmanship with Eskel on the training ground outside the castle.

This winter, in Kaer Morhen, practicing swordsmanship was one of Wayne's main tasks.

In terms of the strength of his seal, he should be at the top level of all demon hunters, but despite his top-notch physical fitness, his swordsmanship level is only excellent, and he cannot compete with those real swordsman masters.

This is not a lack of speed and strength, but a gap in actual combat experience and various combat skills.

However, Eskel can definitely be called a master of swordsmanship, and although his character looks dull, he is not shy about helping his brothers train. Moreover, he is experienced and steady, and is a very good swordsmanship teacher.

Wayne heard from Geralt that this guy never went to a brothel, and his favorite opposite sex was the one with horns, and his personality was a bit sullen.

Bang! Bang! Bang! boom! boom! boom!

On the training ground, the two held iron training swords and fought back and forth, refusing to give in to each other.

Without the use of seals, although Wayne can suppress Eskel in terms of speed and strength, he will often be defeated by his special swordsmanship skills or strategies such as feints and feints in less than two rounds. Suppress in turn.

This made Wayne frantically absorbing these actual combat experiences while being a little annoyed.

As the training time increases, perhaps the gap in strength and speed will not completely defeat Eskel, but often when the high-intensity battle between the two reaches a certain limit, Eskel will take the lead due to lack of physical strength. Defeated.

He waved his hands, wiped the sweat from his forehead, sat down on the wooden pier beside him, and said with a heavy breath:

"It can't be done, it can't be done, young people are still very aggressive, I need to rest for a while."

Wayne also panted slightly and said with a smile:

"I just have the advantage of having better physical strength, but according to the teacher, after you transplant the large red mutation inducer, your strength and agility should increase greatly."

"At that time, this aspect should not be suppressed by me."

Hearing Wayne mention this matter, Eskel also showed a smile on his face, and said with emotion:

"Thank you for this matter, brother, I have been looking for a large red mutation inducer for many years, but I haven't found a suitable one."

"I didn't expect you to bring me such a big surprise after only going out for a year, and you were willing to give it to me."

"Don't worry, when you need this thing, I will definitely give you a better one."

Wayne waved his hands indifferently and said:

"It's all too obvious to talk about this. I will soon need your help in the mission of the evil god on the shores of Lake Vizima. It will be a good thing for me to be able to improve your strength."

Eskel nodded, did not say those polite words, but simply said:

"No problem, just call me when the time comes. In the first half of the year, I will also be looking for commissions near the Kingdom of Temeria."

Wayne smiled. The brothers from the Wolf School were all easy to talk to. When he asked for help, no one had any objections and just asked lightly.

Where, what monster to fight, and when to come.

He didn't worry about his brother cheating them at all, and he never talked about remuneration, which warmed Wayne's heart.

He took off the magic flask from his waist, pressed a switch, and switched to the iced Coke. He tilted his head and poured several large gulps into his mouth. The sweet taste, the cold and refreshing taste, and the slightly bitter taste The bubbles made him hiccup.

He changed the jug to a high-end dwarven spirit, then handed it to Eskel, and said with a smile:

"Would you like to take a sip? The most exquisite dwarf spirit is brewed by the dwarf blacksmith master O. Henry. This master is also a very famous brewing master among the dwarves of Carbon Mountain."

Eskel raised his eyebrows. Although he had never heard of O. Henry's reputation, the dwarf brewmaster would never disappoint those who loved spirits.

He took the wine bottle, first put it in his hand and observed it, then sighed.

"Amazing magical equipment."

Then he raised his head and poured a big sip into his mouth. However, the intensity of the top-quality dwarf liquor was obviously beyond his expectation. In less than half a minute, Eskel's face turned red, and he even felt a heat coming from him. He rushed out, closed his eyes and savored it intoxicatedly for a long time, then exhaled a breath of filthy air and said with a smile:

"What a strong drink! Wayne, how much do you have in this jug? Fill me a jug later. I really like this taste."

Wayne is certainly not stingy. In fact, he prefers mellow red wine and various sweet fruit wines to high-concentration dwarf spirits. The few modern drinks are reserved for him to reward when he is in a good mood. my own.

While the two were chatting, a tall old man walked in from the gate of the castle, with white beard and hair, wearing what looked like a bearskin coat.

After he saw the two people sweating on the training ground, a smile appeared on his lips and he said:

"That's right, Wayne, Eskel. Swordsmanship is our bread and butter craft, so we should learn and practice it diligently."

"Geralt and Lambert must be playing Gwent again, right? Wayne, you shouldn't teach your brothers this depraved game, it will only make them more lazy and addicted to pleasure .”

Wayne shrugged his shoulders. He was already used to Vesemir's preaching. He noticed that the old man put the old man in the coat on his chest, with white fur and fluffy balls all over his body. He couldn't help asking:

"Teacher, what is that in your arms, a wolf cub?"

Vesemir touched his white beard, nodded and said:

"Didn't you say yesterday that you read a book about the secret of animal taming from a druid?"

"I originally wanted to go to the top of the mountain to look for a winter eagle cub for you, but unfortunately I didn't find it, but when I went to search in the wolf den, I found a newly born direwolf cub."

"This little guy has been so strong since he was born. He must be a good seedling. In the future, he can help you no matter if he is looking after the house, or fighting for treasure."

"But without the right method, it would be difficult for ordinary people to tame such a direwolf. Whether you can become its master depends on your own abilities."

Wayne immediately became interested after hearing this. The direwolf is the offspring of a certain wolf-type monster and an ordinary wolf after the celestial body converged. It can be regarded as a variant of the ordinary wolf.

An adult male direwolf can even grow to the size of a wild lion or tiger. It is quite famous in the northern kingdom, and it is also a very rare ferocious beast.

He stretched out his hand and took out the snow-white little wolf from the old hunter's arms. This little guy was only about a month old, and his whole body was furry. His eyes had not been opened. He probably hadn't been weaned yet. He left the old witcher's warm embrace. After getting inside, he immediately began to shiver, and a pitiful whimpering sound came from his small mouth.

I wonder where its parents are? Maybe he was killed by Vesemir.

After seeing this cute performance, Wayne immediately fell in love with this little guy.

He thought of the Chinese pastoral dog raised by his family in his previous life. Although it was not beautiful, it was extremely spiritual. Unfortunately, time is not forgiving. When he grew up, the dog would die of old age.

I just don’t know how long this direwolf, which has inherited the monster’s bloodline, will live.

Watching familiar people and objects pass away quietly is also a kind of sadness for an immortal demon hunter.

"Looking at its white body, let's call it White Fang. I hope this little guy can obey my orders. Otherwise, it would be a pity to kill him."

Thinking of his animal training skills, Wayne had high expectations. Training direwolves or horses, these battle partners were secondary.

His dream is to train a group of aerial mounts, like griffons, dragons or manticores, ferocious mounts that can carry people into the sky.

If the demon hunters can have such a group of powerful fighting partners, no one will dare to underestimate them.

It is a pity that such beasts are often very ferocious and cruel. There has never been a legend about someone taming a griffin in the world of demon hunters.

A dragon knight is somewhat possible. After all, dragons are very smart and aware of current affairs.