Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job properly

"The deer-headed spirit is indeed a very dangerous monster, and it is also a monster that can cast spells."

"Triss, will you accept this commission?"

Although Wayne asked this question, he actually already had the answer in his heart.

The red-haired beauty who actively invited him to her home was definitely not just for the delicious food, nor was she coveting his body. She most likely took a fancy to his demon hunter abilities and wanted to find a powerful helper.

Of course, this is already a quite sincere invitation. Compared with some other employers who just post a notice and then wait for the commission to be completed, they will deceive, repudiate, lie about the truth and other various tricks.

It can only be said that Wayne's style of only accepting commissions from acquaintances allowed him to avoid a lot of trouble.

Sure enough, when Triss heard this, a somewhat embarrassed expression appeared on her beautiful face, and she said meaningfully:

"It's hard for me to say no to this commission."

"Although the Duke of Maribo said he would send soldiers to assist me, how can I trust those farmers who have just learned to use weapons?"

"Now I hope to have a powerful warrior, a real master of swordsmanship, to help me. Only then can I be sure to deal with a powerful deer-headed spirit."

"Would you like to help me complete this commission, Wayne?"

As Triss finished speaking, a system prompt sounded in his ears.

Ding! The task is triggered, [Handling Trouble in the Mine], Master Level.

Do you want to accept it?

Hearing this voice, Wayne's heart tightened slightly. It was actually a master-level mission, and the name of the mission did not mention the name of the deer-headed spirit. So there is a certain chance that the enemies faced in this mission are more powerful than the deer-headed spirit. powerful.

However, when he thought about the reward of the master-level mission, Wayne had no intention of rejecting it.

Putting aside the gold coin rewards and possible treasure-level items from another world, the mission experience alone is equivalent to the total of more than a hundred ordinary-level missions.

He licked his lips, looked at the red-haired beauty's pleading eyes, thought for a while, and then said:

"Although the deer-headed spirits are very powerful, and there are some precedents of demon hunters dying at the hands of deer-headed spirits, Triss, if you are willing to discuss with me more when taking action and respect my professional opinions, I am willing to work with you to deal with this monster."

"Well, this is also one of our responsibilities as demon hunters."

After saying this slightly seriously, Wayne showed a gentle smile and added:

"Besides, I believe that no man would refuse to be the escort of a beautiful lady like you."

Hearing Wayne's promise, Triss's face bloomed with a smile again. Although they had only performed one mission together, as a witcher, in the sorceress's heart, she was inherently more trustworthy than an ordinary soldier.

What's more, Wayne's performance is that of a gentleman and handsome powerful demon hunter. Not only men like beautiful women, but women also like handsome men.

Triss covered her mouth and chuckled, looked at Wayne with seductive eyes, and said:

"Thanks for the compliment, Wayne."

"But I also know the rules of the witcher. Now we can talk about the reward."

………………

The next morning, Wayne woke up in his own home, yes, his own home.

The beautiful Ms. Tris did not let Wayne stay at her home. I don't know whether this woman is more conservative than she seems, or because of Keira's influence, the two handsome men and beauties did not cross the boundary of friends.

After discussing the remuneration, the two played a few games of Gwent and talked about their respective lives. In the past, when they got along, Keira was always present and they didn't get to know each other too deeply.

The free conversation that night gave the two of them a new understanding of each other.

As for the remuneration issue, Triss originally wanted to pay Wayne a thousand Orens as a reward. It can only be said that she is a sorceress. This reward is already quite high. The famous white wolf Geralt has spent a year You may not be able to earn so much.

However, Mr. Wayne, who was not short of money, rejected this proposal. He wanted the favor that Triss owed him now, and of course he didn't want to let Triss settle it all at once just because of this small amount of money, and the favor would be wasted. Let's go, just make an agreement with the sorceress, a promise that if you have difficulties in the future, you need a little help from the sorceress.

As for the extent of a little help, it depends on how the relationship between the two was at that time.

Wayne is not too worried about this. Compared with other sorceresses and conspirators who are hundreds of years old, Triss and Keira can only be regarded as young people, both under forty years old. They are still Maintain the kindness and innocence of young people.

After getting up, Wayne prepared a simple breakfast for himself and several members of his family. He discovered that Berengar was actually quite diligent, which of course may be related to the fact that he was used to a hard life.

Wayne just casually mentioned that he wanted to open up a piece of wasteland in the yard for planting medicinal herbs. Unexpectedly, Berengar had quietly taken on the job and was starting to cultivate in the backyard with a hoe.

He was quite pleased with this. Most of the evil people in the world were not born. When they were born, they were as simple as a blank sheet of paper. It was only because of tragedies and unavoidable circumstances that they were pushed to this level. The guilty party.

After breakfast, he first went to Master O'Henry's blacksmith shop, and brought some good wine and food to entertain the old dwarf.

Currently, the dwarf blacksmith master is researching a set of light armor for him. The materials used are the special dragon scales he obtained from the Elder Scrolls world and the dragon materials obtained from the green dragon.

Because these materials are quite rare, even unique, and some are from other worlds, we cannot refer to the current drawings of the Witcher suit and can only rely on the master blacksmith to figure it out on his own.

The set of armor that Wayne currently owns is just the initial equipment for the Wolf School of Demon Hunters. Although it can be called sophisticated, it is definitely not powerful. In order to cope with the battles that may occur at any time in the future, a set of powerful armor is already It's quite urgent.

Regarding Wayne's matter, Master O'Henry was quite concerned. After eating and drinking, he devoted himself wholeheartedly to the research work of the armor. The current progress is still in the stage of research and development drawings. If he wants to see the finished product, he doesn't know what to do. How long to wait.

After leaving the blacksmith shop, Wayne suddenly felt a little idle again. The departure time he had agreed with Triss was the morning after tomorrow, and the two of them did not need to rush. The sorceress would use the portal to teleport him directly to Mali. Pau, he only needs to prepare the necessary luggage.

When Wayne was thinking about whether he should go to a pub to make some money using Gwent skills and gain some experience in Gwent, he suddenly saw a little boy with a bruised face running past him in a hurry. .

And behind the boy, three men with sloppy faces, sloppy clothes, and various tattoos on some of their exposed limbs were chasing him.

Leading a fat bald man, panting while chasing, shouted in a vicious tone:

"You son of a bitch, don't run away! I must teach you a lesson today."

"You dared to go to the guard station to report on me, and I lost a lot of money. Today I will definitely break your dog legs and let you know what will happen if you meddle in other people's business."

The other two people who were following the fat man also burst out laughing when they heard the words, obviously they all had the chance to win.

Sure enough, the little boy was injured, and he was still a child. Before he ran far, he was surrounded by those three men.

The bald man with a fat head and big ears was not polite. He grabbed the boy's hair with one hand and slapped him several times in the face. He slapped him so hard that blood oozed from the corners of the boy's mouth. Stars were shining in his eyes. He couldn't bear it. Zhu let out a cry of pain.

It's a pity that they are located in the slums of the old city of Vizima. The people living here are a mixed bag of people. Most of them are poor people struggling to survive. No one has the leisure or courage to meddle in other people's business. .

After slapping the boy a few times, the fat bald man seemed to feel quite happy. He pushed the boy down and said cursingly:

"You bitch, you are a poor guy, an orphan without a father and a mother, but you still dare to meddle in my business. Even if I steal money, I am stealing money from rich people. Do you have anything to do with you, a bitch? "

He glanced at the two brothers beside him, motioned them to do it together, and said viciously:

"Today, I will break one of your legs and teach you a good lesson."

"Let you know that as a poor ghost, no one cares about your life."

After saying this, he and his two companions were about to make a move when they suddenly saw a tall, handsome young man in gorgeous clothes approaching not far away.

Before they could ask, they saw that the handsome young man raised his foot and kicked them hard in the chest with a speed and force that ordinary people could not avoid.

It was like being hit head-on by an angry bull. He and the other two brothers had no power to resist at all, and were kicked several meters away by the handsome young man and slammed into the mud pit of the slum.

With indifferent eyes, Wayne looked at the three men who struggled to get up, didn't dare to resist at all, turned around and ran away immediately, and snorted disdainfully.

They are just thieves who bully others and fear others.

He turned to look at the injured boy sitting on the ground, watching the boy covering his bruised face and sobbing silently. After thinking about it, he asked in a daze:

"No wonder you look familiar. Your name seems to be Alex, isn't it?"

"Do you remember me? You were the one who reminded me last year at the Fox Tavern that my horse was stolen."