Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job properly

"Have you found out who the murderer is?"

Hearing this, Triss sounded a little confused. Wasn't the murderer of this incident the monster in the forest? Is there anyone else?

Wayne did not sell out, and told Triss the whole story about the clues he found after entering the mine, the search for the coroner, and the series of actions to identify the murderer.

Finally, he took out the letter, hair and other personal belongings he had found from Link's home, handed them to the sorceress, and said:

"The matter has been confirmed, Triss."

"Now as long as we confirm Link's position through prophecy spells, we will most likely be able to find the location of the deer-headed spirit."

After listening to all of Wayne's answers, Triss's eyes flashed slightly, her cheeks were slightly red, and she clapped her hands with admiration and praised:

"Brilliant reasoning and action skills."

"Choosing you as my helper is indeed the right choice, Wayne."

"If this matter were left to the city guards or myself, it would definitely not be possible to lock in a useful message so quickly."

"Leave the rest to me,"

"I'm going to prepare the materials needed for the prophecy ceremony. Once I confirm Link's location, let's kill the deer-headed spirit together."

Triss's tone was a little excited. She originally thought she would spend several days here, but she didn't expect that Wayne had almost found out the truth just after arriving here today. This is also a big deal for her and her family. surprise.

After all, the sooner this matter is resolved, the smaller the economic losses will be. The relationship with the most powerful Duke of Maribo in Maribo City will also progress as a result, and there are still many benefits.

Being able to handle a good relationship with a big noble is a help even for her as a royal advisor.

After Triss left, Wayne was not idle. He had been busy all day and didn't even have lunch. He took Ai to a well-known restaurant in the city and had a sumptuous lunch, leaving Alan who hadn't seen him before. Ordinary hunters who have never lived in this world can also enjoy the feeling of being rich.

This young man followed him for a day, which was considered a bit of credit. Mr. Wayne has always been a generous man.

By the time the two returned to Triss's family mansion, the sorceress had completed the preparations required for the prophecy ceremony.

Triss used an older prophecy method this time. Although it has a rather convoluted official term, most spellcasters would simply call it visceral divination.

In a magic circle that looked quite ancient, a goat with white fur was fixed in the center of the magic circle.

Link's hair was wrapped in a special piece of paper with a magical spell written on it, and then eaten by the goat.

Around the goat, there are some strange-shaped stones, frogs, mice, beast skulls and several symbolic magic materials.

Outside the magic circle, Triss was dancing a strange dance while chanting jerky magic spells. This continued for more than ten minutes. After a slight drop of sweat broke out on the forehead of the red-haired beauty, she Only then did this prayer ceremony stop.

Then, picking up a strange-looking dagger that was probably carved from animal bones from the magic circle, Triss walked over to the motionless goat in the center of the magic circle that seemed to have absorbed its soul.

The knife was stabbed into the goat's belly. With a crash, its belly was completely opened, and various internal organs flowed to the ground along the wound.

After all the internal organs flowed onto the magic circle, the goat still stood and did not fall down. The sorceress deftly exited the magic circle, stood on the edge of the magic circle, and began to carefully observe the position and color of these internal organs. , shape, and other information feedback that only the sorceress can discern.

Although this kind of visceral divination is bloody and ancient, Wayne has read some related records from many books, and it is an old method thousands of years ago. However, in the world of magic, the older things are, the more ancient they are. Easy to use.

The same goes for viscera divination.

A few minutes later, Triss let out a breath, came to Wayne, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and said with a relaxed expression:

"Found it, Wayne."

"The owner of those hairs is indeed not dead. He is now in the forest south of the mine, about five or six miles away. I have locked his location."

"After I rest for a while and recover my mana, we'll set off there."

"You also need to be prepared in advance. If the enemy is a deer-headed spirit, you might be surrounded by a group of monsters when you get there."

Wayne nodded. He had already simulated this opponent many times in his mind and was fully mentally prepared.

However, battle preparations still need to be made. As the guardian of the forest, the deer-headed spirit, like most plant monsters, is most afraid of flames, followed by silver weapons.

Therefore, honeycomb bombs and Dragon Dream are indispensable. Fortunately, for other demon hunters, the alchemy bomb is a luxury item that requires one less. But for Mr. Wayne, this thing is the same as an arrow, except that There is already a warehouse full of ordinary consumables in the warehouse at his home.

It is even said that if you don’t use it quickly, there is a risk of expiration.

As for the choice of the witcher's potion, Wayne thought about it for a moment, and decided that it would have to be the swallow potion that could not move, the thunder potion that would increase his strength, and the tawny owl that would enhance his reflexes.

However, he was now able to drink four bottles of potion at the same time. After thinking about it for a while, he bought himself another bottle of wolf potion that increased agility.

For no other reason than to speed up his dodge ability in battle to avoid being hit by monster attacks. Even if he is not seriously injured, it is still very painful.

It's a pity that the deer-headed spirit belongs to the residual monster, which is a very rare type of monster. You should use residual oil to deal with this kind of monster. However, Wayne has only seen this kind of sword oil in Kaer Morhen's books. He has not found any relevant records or specific production methods, so he can only give up this option.

Soon, after Wayne had made all the preparations for the battle, Triss also prepared hers for the battle. The red-haired beauty was still so attentive. She specially sent someone to find two docile mares as A means of transportation for two people.

The location of the deer-headed spirit is quite far away from here. If you walk there, the two of them may have exhausted more than half of their energy before the fight begins.

After everything was ready, Wayne and Triss didn't waste any more time, mounted two mares, one behind the other, and rushed towards Link's location.

Along the way, Wayne discovered that Triss was not as delicate as those noble ladies, her riding skills were no less than those of ordinary men, and she was quite heroic and cute in every move she made.

She wore an heroic lady's knight's uniform, black riding boots, and a red patterned leather jacket. Two white hemispheres were exposed on her chest, and she wore a string of pearl necklaces around her neck.

In addition to being a little playful and cute, she has a lot more confident temperament than ordinary women, which can attract people's attention unconsciously.

About half an hour later, the two were running through the forest and soon arrived at a place not far from Triss's locked position.

And Wayne's keen eyesight has noticed the skull totem standing in the forest.

It was a terrifying totem made of a mixture of different animal and human bones. Not only was it splattered with bright red blood, it also exuded a disgusting aura that kept strangers away.

The two men's mounts came to a place more than ten meters away from the totem, and they did not dare to move forward any further.

They had no choice but to dismount and walk.

Triss frowned, walked around the totem, and then said:

"It's black magic, the black magic used by the deer-headed spirit."

"Destroy it. If you keep it, it will only increase the strength of the deer-headed spirit and make it more difficult to deal with."

Upon hearing this, Wayne formed a sigil in his hand, and then the flames of Igri swallowed up the totem and ignited it into a blazing torch.

After setting off the burning torch, just a few seconds later, Wayne's ears suddenly twitched. He quickly pulled out the Statik electric blade from his waist, looked at Triss, and warned:

"Be careful, Triss, there are enemies coming, and there are quite a few of them."

Triss heard this and had no doubts. She immediately felt nervous and took out the red orb used in the tomb from her pocket. She came to Wayne's side and stood guard carefully.

Sure enough, in less than two minutes, accompanied by howling wolves one after another, a dozen wild wolves surrounded him from all directions, and with them came a dozen huge crows in the sky.

They were taller than their ordinary counterparts, and they showed no fear when facing the two of them. Their bloodshot red eyeballs were filled with murderous intent, their mouths were open, and they were drooling. They seemed ready to pounce at any moment.

Wayne observed the situation, turned to Triss, and said:

"Don't worry about casting the spell, Triss, I will protect you."

After hearing this, Triss glanced at Wayne and no longer hesitated. She raised the red orb in her hand and began to recite a spell. A large amount of chaotic magic began to condense around her, and it seemed that even the surrounding temperature had risen slightly. high.

The wild wolves and crows surrounding the two people seemed to be aware of the danger. They immediately opened their mouths and let out a demonstrative roar. Then, as if they had accepted the command, they began to cooperate with each other and launched an attack on the two people.

But what they faced was a demon hunter who had drunk the magic potion, had powerful weapons, and was fully prepared.

Wayne held his breath and concentrated, holding the electric blade in his hand, and his muscles tensed up. When the first wild wolf entered his attack range, he suddenly stood up and immediately turned into a thunderbolt, appearing beside the wild wolf in an instant. , the electric blade in his hand turned into an afterimage, and chopped off a wolf's head with a snap.

Several other wild wolves saw this and were not afraid. They jumped up and wanted to attack the witcher from different directions.

However, the dagger in Wayne's hand swept across fiercely, and a chain lightning as thick as an arm flew out from his dagger and quickly hit the three wild wolves that rushed towards him. The strong electric current was accompanied by the shrill cries of the wild wolves. The wailing turned them into burnt corpses that smelled like barbecue.

And the dozen or so crows that pounced on them in the sky were ignited into burning fireballs by Wayne's Igni seal.

Under the protection of Wayne's powerful strength, no beast could break through his defense and interfere with Triss who was casting a spell.

As the saying goes, fire is weak when hair is too much. Whether it is a wild wolf or a crow, these beasts covered with hair all have fatal weaknesses when facing fire.

Just as Wayne and the beasts were engaged in battle, Triss's spell quickly completed the spell, and a large number of fireballs spurted out from her fiery red orbs, as if she was holding a large firework in her hand. Both the wild wolf and the crow were quickly drowned in countless fireballs.