Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job properly

Geralt and Dandelion may still be debating whether to treat Knight Ekko, but Wayne carried Yennefer, who kept yelling, all the way back to the green dragon's lair.

He casually placed the sorceress next to the still-burning fire, untied the magic-blocking golden chains wrapped around her body, and changed to a more comfortable binding method to prevent the lady from being tied too tightly. , while breathing is not smooth and hurt.

It wasn't until he completely locked the sorceress's thighs with a lock and chain that he raised his head and formally met Yennefer's gaze, who had regained her composure.

Perhaps knowing that there was no hope of his escape, and knowing that the half-elf boy in front of him would not really harm him, Yennefer stared coldly into Wayne's eyes and said:

"Wayne, that's your name, right? I heard Geralt tell you that you are the youngest of the wolf sect's witchers and a half-elf."

"But you know, you messed with the wrong person and got into big trouble. Sorceresses are very vindictive, and I am the meanest one among them."

"If you let me go now, I can still pretend that nothing happened."

"But if you continue to obstruct me, I will definitely make you regret it in the future."

The sorceress's voice was very ferocious, seeming full of anger and threat.

However, Wayne didn't seem to care. He took a clean handkerchief from the shelf next to the fire and handed it to the sorceress, gesturing for her to wipe off the dust and mud on her face. This was the sorceress's face when she was tied up. The dirt on the ground.

After Yennefer grabbed the towel, Wayne said softly:

"Ms. Yennefer, I know that your purpose of hunting dragons is to regain your fertility and have a child. This should be your long-cherished wish for many years."

"But do you think that even without my obstruction, you would be able to succeed in this operation?"

He picked up a piece of barbecue that was kept warm on a plate from beside the grill, skewered it on a wooden stick, and handed it to Yennefer who had already wiped her face.

The alluring fragrance made the sorceress twitch her nose, and a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.

However, she did not reach out to take the food. Instead, she raised her head stubbornly, snorted and said:

"I don't know where you got so much information, even Geralt doesn't know the purpose of my dragon slaying."

"However, the power of magic is beyond comprehension to you demon hunters who have only mastered the magic seal."

"As long as someone can create opportunities for me and give me enough time to prepare magic, even that golden dragon is no match for me."

"Magic is the most powerful force in this world, and the dragons are just a group of strong beasts that can fly."

Wayne still agrees with the power of magic. Although the spellcasters in the world of witchers are all mortal and will be severely restrained by magic-blocking gold, the magic they master is still very powerful.

Just like the future Battle of Sodden Mountain, it only took a dozen sorceresses to summon a shower of meteors and fire that covered the entire battlefield, inflicting heavy losses on the tens of thousands of elite Nilfgaardian troops in the south and completely defeating them.

The Navigator of the Wild Hunt can even teleport an army directly, beyond the boundaries of the world, and teleport anywhere.

And the power possessed by advanced creatures such as mirror masters, advanced vampires, various gods and evil spirits, and Dijing is almost beyond the understanding of ordinary people, reaching a certain level of laws of heaven and earth.

The reason why many sorceresses seem quite easy to deal with is because spellcasters who want to release powerful magic must prepare themselves in advance and recite incantations for a long time.

In layman's terms, the casting time is too long, it is easy to be interrupted by others, and it is easy to be silenced.

But this does not hinder the power of the mage.

Seeing that Yennefer was still so stubborn, Wayne simply told her the truth and said:

"Yennefer, let me tell you bluntly, you can't complete this task."

"That golden dragon is not an ordinary dragon, but a special dragon that can use a lot of magic and has the ability to transform."

"Moreover, this golden dragon is also a sacred beast enshrined by the Zerikan tribe. There is a group of warriors from the Zerikan tribe already ambushing in the forest not far away."

"Once the golden dragon is in danger, they will rush out of the forest and kill anyone who might threaten the golden dragon."

"And with my help, the injured green dragon has almost recovered. She is not a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, but has been able to fly away from here long ago."

"The reason why he is still here is because that golden dragon does not want to run away in despair, but is prepared to defeat all those who want to hunt his wife outside."

Wayne looked into Yennefer's eyes and said seriously:

"Even if I didn't stop you, you would either be directly defeated by the powerful golden dragon, seriously injured or dead, or you would be chopped into pieces by those warriors of the Zerikan tribe because you hurt the golden dragon."

"And to be honest, if it weren't for Geralt's relationship, I wouldn't treat you so politely."

"Or do you think you can deal with it, a demon hunter equipped with a lot of magic gold?"

I don't know if his persuasion had an effect. Yennefer's lips wriggled a few times, but she didn't utter any words to refute. She just stared at the ground in a daze.

But at this moment, I don't know if it was affected by the smell of the barbecue on the plate, but the gray little thing rushed out of the dragon's nest while sniffing and walking on its short legs.

After seeing the plate of barbecue next to Wayne, he waggled his tail excitedly, ran to Wayne's feet, and kept rubbing his little head against his thigh, trying to please him to get food. .

Such an action also attracted Yennefer's attention.

Noticing Yennefer's gaze, Wayne smiled and held the little dragon in his arms, picked up the barbecue, broke it into small pieces and fed it to her little by little, then looked at the cute little thing and said:

"This little guy is called Saskia. He is the child of the green dragon. He was just born yesterday."

"Because you want to have your own child, but you want to kill the parents of another newborn child."

"Don't you think this kind of thing is too cruel for Saskia?"

"And have you ever thought about it, Yennefer? You are not the only one who has thought about restoring fertility to sorceresses. Many sorceresses have tried it."

"But for thousands of years, no one has been able to succeed."

"Destroying a life is very simple, but creating a life may only be possible by a true god."

Listening to Wayne's persuasion and looking at the cute little dragon in his arms, Yennefer didn't know what he was thinking about. After a few minutes of silence, Yennefer said in a hoarse voice:

"I didn't expect that, Wayne, he is also a demon hunter. Geralt is like a piece of wood. He has a stupid mouth and can neither sweet talk nor lie."

"On the other hand, you little guy has a glib mouth just like that Dandelion."

"Haha, maybe you should not become a demon hunter, but become a businessman or a bard. Maybe you will have a better future."

Listening to Yennefer's tone that seemed to have improved, Wayne also smiled and said:

"Perhaps, but I was brought to Kaer Morhen as a child. Becoming a witcher was my only choice, and I have never regretted this choice."

"I hope you can sincerely give up this action, Yennefer. For your wish, asking for help from other mortals may only result in failure after all."

"However, if we turn to higher-order beings, it may be something that is impossible for you anyway, but for those higher-order beings, it is just a small thing."

He looked at Yennefer's eyes, which were frowning because of his words, thought for a moment, and said:

"Don't worry yet, I happen to know a legendary god, the Lady of the Lake."

"When I see this goddess next time, I will turn your troubles to this kind god."

"I hope she can help you fulfill this wish."

Yennefer was shocked when she heard this, and a glimmer of hope emerged from her originally very disappointed heart. She looked at Wayne, bit her lip, and asked softly:

"The legendary Lady of the Lake? I have seen records about her in many books."

"If you really know that goddess, you can ask her to help me fulfill my wish."

"Wayne, I will definitely repay you."