Chapter 66 Vincent Mace

Seeing the huge wolf head rolling to the ground, Wayne quietly let out a sigh of relief.

This was the first time he had fought against such a powerful monster. As the effect of the Witcher's potion slowly faded, he even felt a slight sprain in the joints of his arms, and bursts of tingling pain in his muscles all over his body.

It was still too much to directly block the werewolf's claw attack with a sword. Next time you encounter such a powerful monster, you should try your best to dodge, Wayne thought to himself.

Fortunately, the werewolf finally accepted his fate and did not launch a desperate counterattack. Although it was a bit troublesome to investigate the subsequent truth, it was better than facing the desperate counterattack of a powerful monster.

Wayne put away the blade of his sword and hung the steel sword in the grass back on his belt. He looked at the werewolf's corpse. After struggling for a few seconds, he finally shook his head and chose not to dissect it and collect materials.

After all, it is an intelligent creature that can speak and think, and it is also a loving husband. Taking away its internal organs is still too cruel, and Wayne can't do it yet, well, for the time being.

Stepping over the werewolf's body, he walked up the steps and into the wooden hunter's lodge.

To the naked eye, it is just a fairly ordinary house with two bedrooms and one living room. The furniture and decoration are quite old, and there is nothing unusual about it.

However, the witcher's keen sense of smell told him that the smell of blood extended all the way to the bedroom.

Sure enough, after arriving in the bedroom, Wayne just tapped the wooden floor with his scabbard and confirmed the location of the basement under the floor through the hollow sound.

Just as he was about to open the hidden wooden door and enter the basement, he suddenly saw a portrait of three people painted in oil hanging on the wall in the direction of the bedside in the bedroom.

A strong middle-aged man with short hair and a gentle young woman with long chestnut hair hugged each other sweetly. Standing between them was a boy about ten years old with a bright smile.

Wayne's eyes narrowed slightly. It seemed that the werewolf had a son, but he didn't know where the child was now.

The werewolf curse is a contagious curse. Not only can it infect others through biting, but the continuation of the bloodline is also a method of passing on the curse.

Thinking of this, he did not rush into the basement, but rummaged around in the bedroom.

With his ability to observe details, Wayne quickly found more than 70 orens hidden in the secret compartment of the cabinet, and a letter that looked like a suicide note.

After hesitating for a second, he opened the letter and read it.

A few minutes later, Wayne put the envelope and Oren back to their original positions with a complicated expression.

Judging from the content of the letter.

The werewolf's real name was Centea Metz. After his wife was killed, his only son was so heartbroken that he sent him to his aunt's house in the town for temporary recuperation.

He himself made up his mind to avenge his wife and began to search for traces of his enemy in the surrounding lumber camps.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find any results, which made the man even more angry, helpless and ashamed.

This man was also very aware of the dangers of the werewolf curse in his body, and knew that he would get bad consequences one day, so he left these savings and suicide notes.

From the few words in his letter, Wayne could tell that Xintea's son, the boy named Vincent Mace, also had the werewolf curse, and he was a rare type who could maintain his own rationality.

In the future, the captain of the town guard in Vizima City in The Witcher 1, the werewolf Vincent, will most likely be this child.

And this feeling of seeing the characters in the story in reality gave Wayne a sense of the absurdity of witnessing history.

I just don’t know how this child named Vincent will feel when he learns from others that his father was killed by a demon hunter.

Wayne pulled up the wooden door of the basement and walked in cautiously, passing through a seven- to eight-meter-long damp corridor and arriving at a space similar to an underground cave.

As soon as he entered there, the smell of blood and stench hit his face.

Wayne looked around with squinting eyes. Apart from some unknown garbage, he saw only six strong lumberjacks. Their hands were tied with hemp ropes and they were suspended from the top of the cave. Their feet were about forty or fifty feet above the ground. About centimeters.

Everyone was stripped naked, their skin was covered with scars from whips, and their faces were twisted with expressions of fear and panic.

The stomachs of two of the lumberjacks had been cut open, and their internal organs and blood were flowing all over the floor. Judging from their pale corpses, they had probably been dead for more than a day.

Seeing someone coming in, the living woodcutter first let out piercing howls of fear, but when they discovered that the person coming was a handsome young man, a kind of surprise at being saved from a desperate situation quickly appeared on their faces.

"Help me, help me quickly."

"There is a monster, he is torturing us, always asking some incomprehensible questions."

"Someone was killed, please help me, please."

Listening to several people's cries for help, Wayne took a closer look and found that the appearance of the six people was similar to the description of the werewolf's wife Paula. Some had bald heads and black beards, and the two who died were They are relatively thin, which is probably why they were arrested.

It is a pity that such characteristics are too common. If we only use this standard to find the murderer, about one tenth of the lumberjacks will be regarded as the murderer.

Wayne used his sword to cut off the ropes that tied them, and then slowly lowered them back to the ground. Looking at the tortured lumberjacks with injuries all over their bodies, he said loudly:

"Don't worry, I am the demon hunter invited by Deacon Ozik. The monster has been killed by me. You will not be in danger again."

"However, you are injured, so please rest here for the time being. I will go back and notify Deacon Ozick now and ask him to arrange for a doctor to rescue you."

When a bald lumberjack who looked older heard this, he immediately nodded, lay on the ground and saluted Wayne, and said gratefully:

"Thank you, Master Witcher, for saving my life."

"Goddess Melitea, I can't even imagine how my poor children will survive after losing me."

When the other living loggers saw this, they expressed their true gratitude to Wayne regardless of their physical pain.

Wayne responded to them one by one with a smile, then gave a few more instructions, took out a roll of clean cloth from his pocket, gave it to them to bandage their wounds, and then turned and walked towards the exit of the basement.

What Wayne didn't expect was that as soon as he got out of the wooden door of the basement, he immediately heard crying coming from outside the house.

"Father! Please, don't leave me!"

"You and mother are both dead, and I am the only one left in this world."

Hearing that the source of the crying was probably a child, Wayne's heart moved and he immediately guessed who the crying person was.

He sighed in his heart, and after hesitating for a few seconds, he took steps and walked out of the house.

Sure enough, next to the werewolf corpse whose head he had decapitated, a teenage child was lying on the corpse with a sad face and crying bitterly, begging his father not to leave him.

When he heard the noise and saw Wayne coming out of the house, he was stunned for a few seconds. Then, the child's originally clear eyes were immediately filled with hatred.

He roared at Wayne with an angry expression:

"It must be you, the bad guy, who cut off my father's head."

"My father is a good man, why should I kill him?"

After saying that, the child quickly stood up without waiting for Wayne to answer, and rushed towards Wayne with a desperate attitude.

Faced with an angry attack from a child, Wayne certainly wouldn't draw his sword and fight back.

With a complicated expression, he turned aside to let the child bite him, and put his palm on the child's head to prevent him from getting close to him.

Although he knew that explaining to a child would most likely be useless, he still said:

"Your father is a werewolf. In order to avenge your mother, he was so angry that he killed two innocent woodcutter."

"These two loggers, like your father, were fathers of other children, husbands of other women, and had families of their own."

"Son, maybe you can't understand it now, but in this matter, it was your father who made the mistake."

"He also paid the price for his mistakes."

"You also have the blood of a werewolf, but this is not your fault. Control your anger and destructive desire, and don't let them influence your reason."

"If one day in the future you commit the same evil deeds as your father, I will have to kill you just like I did today."

After saying this, I saw that the child was still in that desperate posture, with his immature hands grasping his chainmail, even scratching the skin of his nails and fingers until blood dripped.

Wayne sighed in his heart, and made a gesture like the Yakshi Seal with his free left hand, and he forced an enhanced version of mind control into the child's brain.

This strong spiritual impact directly shook the child's eyes and made him faint.

Wayne reached out and hugged the child's tender body, looked up at the sky, and after thinking about it for a few seconds, he hugged the child with a complicated mood and ran towards Revaden's lumberyard.

(Thanks to Beidang Yun and Meng Xing Zui Zui for their tips!)