Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job properly

Hearing Wayne's voice, Alex looked up at him.

Old clothes, messy hair, a face swollen due to injuries, with several obvious palm prints, and some thin bodies trembling slightly, looking very pitiful.

However, Wayne found that the eyes of the boy who was less than ten years old in front of him were still clear even after being treated like this. Even though he was beaten and bruised, his eyes were different from the numbness in other slums, and they still flickered Shining light.

He tilted his little head and looked at Wayne. After a few seconds, he shook his head and said:

"Sorry, sir, thank you for saving me, but I don't remember you anymore."

Perhaps for him, warning someone who had something stolen was just a casual and trivial matter.

Wayne reached out and pulled him up from the ground, touched his head and asked:

"You're injured. I'll take you to the Meliteli Temple to find Aunt Carol there."

"They'll cure you."

Sister Carol is the manager of the Vizima Meritelli Temple. She is a priestess in her fifties. Last year, when Wayne went to the cemetery to pay homage to his mother, he met this old man a few times. A kind and kind-hearted old man.

And the goddess Melitelli has a wide range of beliefs throughout the northern countries. Almost all women, from noble ladies to beggars and prostitutes, are almost all believers of the goddess Melitelli.

She is a trinity goddess, often shown in the image of a carefree girl, a mature pregnant woman, and a hunched old woman, symbolizing fertility, conception, pastoral, fertility and many other beliefs.

The priestesses of the Cult of Meriteri preach love and peace. They established many hospitals, asylums, and orphanages, and basically all the herbalists and midwives in the North came from here.

No lord would dare harm the priestesses of the goddess Melitelli in the North, because to do so would offend all the women in the North, including their own mothers and wives.

However, after hearing that Wayne wanted to send him to Aunt Carol, he immediately shook his head and refused:

"I don't want to go there. My injury is much better and there is no pain anymore. If I go to see Grandma Carol like this, she will be worried about me."

"That's it."

Wayne pondered for a second. The injuries on Alex's body were indeed just superficial injuries, and it was true that they did not necessarily have to be sent to the Temple of Meriteri.

"Where is your home? Do you need me to take you back?"

Alex nodded, shook his head again, and said:

"I live in the orphanage next to the temple, but it is not my home. My home has been sold to others."

"It's the nuns in the temple who are taking care of me, but I don't want to cause them any more trouble. There are a lot of orphans there. I want to learn how to make money and move out earlier."

Seeing such a strong character of Alex, Wayne's heart was actually a little moved. He was going to adopt some orphans like the previous generations of witchers, or use the accident rate to find some talented children.

Of course, he would not let these children risk their lives to perform the Green Grass Trial, but would instead train them as ordinary swordsmanship apprentices.

Although it is true that demon hunters are much stronger than ordinary people, it is not that ordinary people have no chance of defeating demon hunters. Just like the famous demon hunter killer in the south, the demon hunter who died in his hands seems to have three Four already.

If there is a chance in the future, Wayne will definitely improve the Witcher's Trial of Grass, and will definitely find a dedicated warlock for the Witcher. If he cannot ensure the survival rate of the new Witcher, he will not create a new one. The witcher.

After thinking for a few seconds, Wayne touched Alex's head and said:

"Let's do this. I'll take you back to my house and help you take care of your wounds."

"Don't you want to work and make money? I happen to have some chores at home and need someone to do them. From now on, you will come to my house to do chores every day. I will pay you twenty tung seeds a week and provide you with three meals a day. What? Sample?"

The pay of twenty tung seeds a week is quite rare, and the salary of an ordinary adult worker is about five or six times this price.

It's not that Wayne is stingy with this small amount of money, it's just that for a child like Alex, who is less than ten years old, if he has too much money, it will be a disaster for him.

And he didn't directly propose to recruit Alex as an apprentice. One of the reasons was that he wanted to continue to examine the child's character and would not just accept someone who didn't know his background or character.

Another reason is that after all, this child still lives in the orphanage of the Meritelli Temple, and he and Grandma Carol are also acquaintances. No matter what decision is made, at least he must inform Grandma Carol. of.

Although Wayne's idea was good, he obviously underestimated the vigilance of the children in the ghetto.

When Alex heard that the man in front of him wanted to take him home, his little face immediately showed a vigilant look, and his little head looked around, seeming to be looking for an escape route, and said :

"No, I won't go home with you. Aunt Carol told us that we can't follow strangers because such people are human traffickers."

Wayne twitched the corner of his mouth. Although he felt a little embarrassed, he still agreed with this vigilance, so he said:

"Well then, you should know the owner of the Fox Tavern. He is my friend. I will take you to his place first. If he guarantees me, you should be able to trust me."

Alex became slightly less vigilant when he heard about Old York from the Fox Tavern. Old York was a well-known local snake in the slums, and he was also the type who was willing to lend a helping hand to other poor people. In the Vizima civilian area This area still has quite a reputation.

And the Fox Tavern is not far from here. After Alex followed Wayne to the Fox Tavern vigilantly, and saw that he was indeed a friend of Old York, the vigilance in his heart had dissipated eight or nine times, and he began to have a crush on Wayne's proposal. stand up.

Although twenty coppers a week is not much, three full meals is definitely a huge temptation for these helpless orphans.

Throughout the northern countries, there are too many orphans, poor people or sick people in need of rescue at the Meliteli Temple, and the only income of these priestesses only relies on donations from believers, so don't expect their treatment to be very good. , it is their best effort to ensure that the orphans do not starve to death.

As for work, there are too many people in the world who need to work. No one will be interested in some orphans who are thin and unable to do heavy work. There are only those human traffickers or bad people with other malicious intentions.

Outside the Fox Tavern, Old York was still smoking his old pipe, and Aunt Melissa was holding some herbs that she found somewhere to help Alex treat his wounds.

After listening to Wayne's story, Old York frowned, looked at the bruises on Alex's face, and said bitterly:

"It must have been done by those bastards from the Rat Tail Gang. They are just some hooligans from the countryside. Do they really think of themselves as people? If they dare to bully children on my territory, these rubbish people will be punished by me later. Find someone to deal with them.”

After hearing this, Wayne immediately asked with interest:

"The Rat Tail Gang, is it a new gang? Do you need me to do something? I don't need much reward from you, just give me the bottle of good wine you hid."

He actually quite likes these gangs. They are all dirty things. He won't cause any trouble if he kills them. When he first came to Vizima City, the Wild Dog Gang brought him The benefit of almost a thousand oren is almost like a cash machine.

After hearing Wayne's question, Old York waved his hand and snorted disdainfully:

"Bullshit, they don't deserve to be called a gang. They are just a group of thieves, hooligans, and gangsters who work together to commit crimes. They are mud-legged people who come from the backwoods. They bully the weak and fear the strong. They can be defeated by just a tough move."

As he said that, the old man glanced at Wayne and said:

"When you massacred the Wild Dog Gang last year, you killed more than a dozen people in one afternoon, but you frightened the trash nearby. Many of them left Vizima directly and went to seek life elsewhere."

"It is estimated that within two to three years, there will not be any more established gangs."

Wayne shrugged regretfully and said:

"What do you think of what I just said?"

"I'm going to test this kid Alex, and if he's still suitable, I'll accept him as an apprentice."

"And you can also help me look for some children who are tough, not afraid of hardship, but can't be ungrateful. You can recommend them to me."

"I don't care about their origins or their talents. In the future world, learning how to use a sword can save their lives in times of danger."

Old York frowned, thought for a while, and then said:

"I do know some poor good kids."

"But you have to promise me that you will never let them become shitty witchers. I have heard it a long time ago. Of the ten children who want to become witchers, not one or two may be able to do so. Survive."

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