An hour later, in Wayne's restaurant.

A steaming bowl of beef soup was brought from the kitchen. Wayne looked at the three people who had been tempted to fidget by the aroma on the table, showed a slightly smug smile, and said:

"You're welcome, come and have a taste of my craftsmanship."

Borch laughed, handed a bottle of wine worth three hundred Orens to Wayne, then picked up another bottle, poured himself a glass, reached out to pick up a deep-fried one from the table, was The golden crispy chicken wings wrapped in flour can't wait to be stuffed into the mouth.

After chewing for a few times, he couldn't help but exhale a breath of hot air, gave Wayne a thumbs up, and said in appreciation:

"It's so delicious, Mr. Wayne. I've never eaten chicken cooked this way."

"Crispy, soft and tender, it melts in your mouth. Is this a new dish you invented?"

"Yes, this dish is called fried chicken, and it is my exclusive invention."

Wayne didn't explain too much, but picked up a medium-rare steak with a fork, put it in his mouth, chewed it slowly, and said with a smile:

"I'm ashamed to say that, as a demon hunter, I'm actually very talented in cooking. Everyone who has eaten the dishes I cook has never been full of praise for my cooking skills."

"Maybe when I get old and can no longer fight monsters, I can open my own restaurant, and it will definitely become the one with the best business."

Borch laughed, appreciating Wayne's humorous attitude.

He picked up a roast leg of lamb from the table and began to tell all kinds of interesting things he encountered in other northern countries while eating it with relish.

Most of them are ridiculous and interesting things done by some idle aristocrats or ignorant farmers due to various stupid ideas.

Bolch's eloquence was good, and Wayne listened with gusto. At the same time, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. There are really too many strange and interesting things in this world. All kinds of stupid things, only you can't think of them, but they can't do them.

He turned his head and saw two beautiful Zerikan girls sitting on both sides with regretful expressions, tasting each dish on the table, looking like they wanted to eat but didn't dare to eat, and couldn't help but smile.

Wayne guessed that they were probably afraid of eating too much and getting out of shape, so he smiled and handed over two plates of fresh fish and shrimp caught from the shore of Lake Vizima.

He also told the girls that this kind of food would not make people fat and allowed them to eat it without fear.

The two Zerikhan girls took the food with a smile, and began to eat in small bites. The sweet and sour taste made the two girls so addicted to eating that they couldn't stop.

Looking at the beautiful Zerikhan girl, Wayne suddenly thought that Borch, the golden dragon, came from the Zerikhan Kingdom, and was worshiped as a god by the local residents, and has always been worshiped and worshiped by the people.

These two girls are the selected exclusive guards responsible for protecting the safety of the golden dragon. They can almost be regarded as Bolki's fanatic followers.

And in the Koraz desert where Zerikhan is located, there is still a branch of the witcher, which is the Manticore school that many northern witchers know little about.

Wayne was also very interested in this group of demon hunters, so he asked Borch:

"Mr. Bolch, you once lived in Zerekhan, do you know anything about the local manticore school of witchers?"

Bolch paused for a moment, thought for a dozen seconds, then picked up the wine beside him, moistened his throat, and said:

"Indeed, I have also heard rumors about this school. They once served the Zerikan royal family and were the exclusive guards of the royal family members and their envoys. They were highly respected and trusted by the ruler."

"However, during an escort operation a hundred years ago, all of them were dispatched, but they were attacked by a powerful fire element, a powerful monster that was twenty meters tall."

"In the end, their main members lost their lives, their mission failed, and they lost the trust of the royal family."

"Now, the demon hunters of the entire Manticore school have also disappeared. I have looked for them, but I have not found any trace of them."

"I heard that the main job of these demon hunters now is to serve as guards for the traveling caravans, and they seldom hunt other monsters."

Wayne nodded regretfully. In fact, the game also introduced some introductions to this demon hunter. In Toussaint, there is even a master-level set drawing of the Manticore School, which comes from a member of the school called Morden.

Their school seems to be very good at using alchemical items and has special research on alchemy. However, since they still have members alive, there may be an opportunity to meet them in the future.

After answering Wayne's question about the Manticore School, Borch also became interested, and suddenly asked with great interest:

"I heard that the demon hunters in the north accept commissions, kill monsters, and save other villagers as their job."

"Mr. Wayne, I wonder if you would also travel thousands of miles to the other side of the world to kill a monster for a high reward?"

Hearing this, Wayne shook his head amusedly, and said to Borch:

"Mr. Borch, you regard the profession of witcher as too special."

"Although we have more power than ordinary people, in the final analysis, we are just a group of ordinary people. There are good people and bad people, some who adhere to principles, and some who use unscrupulous means."

"Furthermore, you may not know that most witchers do not become witchers of their own free will."

"Most of us are orphans with no one to support us, or children who were abandoned by our parents due to accident rates."

"I was forced to undergo training and become a witcher just because I wanted to continue living."

"After becoming a demon hunter, not only do you have to face those dangerous and disgusting monsters every day, but you also have to be bullied by stupid farmers and despicable nobles. This is not a pleasant thing."

"Without high remuneration, we wouldn't even have money to repair armor and equipment, buy food and fodder for our mounts, or go to brothels to vent the loneliness and pressure accumulated deep in our hearts."

"Just like ordinary people chasing wealth, most demon hunters will be willing to travel thousands of miles to kill a monster on the other side of the world for a large reward in order to live a better life!"

"As long as the pay is high enough."

Having said this, Wayne shrugged, pointed Borch to look at the gorgeously decorated villas around him, and then said self-deprecatingly:

"Of course, I am talking about most demon hunters, and there are some differences between me and ordinary demon hunters. I am not short of money now, and I will not do things I don't like to do just because of a little money."

"But if the reward can really impress me, or the other person is a person worth helping, I don't mind helping them with a little favor."

Borch was a little surprised when he heard this. He didn't expect that the other party would be so frank in front of him and express his thoughts without hesitation.

Instead of being secretive like ordinary people, or using sophistry to beautify their behavior.

Borch thought for a while and suddenly asked:

"What if someone offered you a high price to fight a dragon, and the dragon destroyed a village? Oh no! You can't say that."

He paused, reorganized his words and said:

"This dragon hasn't done anything yet, but you know, in legends, dragons are ferocious and vicious monsters. They breathe fire, destroy villages, steal treasures, capture virgins, and kill humans."

"And dragon-slaying warriors are often a supreme honor. It will bring you wealth, prestige and status."

"Mr. Wayne, if there is such a dragon, don't you want to have the glory of a dragon-slaying warrior in your life?"

Listening to Bolch's words, Wayne, who already understood his true identity, smiled secretly in his heart. It was really interesting for a golden dragon to persuade a demon hunter to slay the dragon.

However, Wayne still thought about it seriously, and then answered under Bolch's gaze:

"Mr. Borch, I am not a narrow-minded racist, nor a human. I am a half-elf. Regarding intelligent creatures, I will only kill those evil monsters that will harm others."

"And those intelligent creatures that are kind and will not harm others, I am even willing to become friends with them."

"If what you are talking about is an evil dragon that brings disaster to one party, I don't mind giving myself the title of dragon-slaying warrior."

"If you are talking about a kind dragon, an intelligent race that is willing to communicate with me, I will not take the initiative to harm it, and I will even be willing to accept its entrustment and protect it."