Wayne smiled modestly and took a sip of the juice that Geralt brought back, sweet and sour, with a hint of bitterness of the raw materials, and it tasted good.

Although the white wolf looks a little paralyzed, he is indeed a good person with a kind heart and a sense of justice.

When he bought supplies for the castle, he still remembered that a few children in the castle had spent money to buy some juice for the children, but unfortunately now, there was no need for so much.

At the dinner table, Viselmir and Geralt were quite talkative, and the two chatted about the current situation in the north.

However, in the current time period, Nefgard has not yet begun the first invasion, and the situation in the north is still in that kind of chaotic quagmire where there are no big wars and small wars.

More than a dozen kings in the entire north have to have a skirmish from time to time for a small profit, or even the question of the ownership of one or two villages.

Drop a few corpses, loot a village or two, and then sign various agreements.

And because of the chaotic kinship of the medieval aristocracy, all kinds of alliances and betrayals, intrigues and tricks, the whole north is almost a mess.

Neither Viselmir nor Geralt were interested in the kings' power struggles, and they talked about it more than anything more about determining where there was war.

Because, after the war, monsters are generally rampant, and where monsters are rampant, witchers are generally needed.

In this day and age, the life of the witcher is not good, not only most of the work is dirty and tiring, licking blood from the knife, often in danger of life, when there is no work, it is even more hungry, and it is also deceived by those who are discriminated against, discriminated against and insulted.

That is, most of the demon hunters are good people who follow tradition and have principles, otherwise they don't know how many rotten people's lives will be on their swords.

Soon, the two talked about Geralt's experience this year, and in the face of his mentor, the white wolf did not hide much, and simply told about the tasks he received this year.

Wayne listened silently on the sidelines, listening with relish, and his heart became more and more eager for the outside world, but as a witcher's apprentice, Viselmir would not allow him to leave until he had learned all the knowledge and completed the witcher's exam.

Geralt poured himself another gulp of his liquor and stared drunkenly at the dishes on the table, only when he returned to the castle of Kelmohan would he be so relaxed.

He burped and said to Viselmir as if he were talking:

"This year, I was fishing with a bard friend in the river when we fell into a magic lamp."

"I was able to fulfill three wishes."

"I suspect it's a Dick who has been sealed in an oil lamp."

"I was going to stop my friend from making a wish, but unfortunately I was one step too slow and he got hurt."

Hearing this, Viselmir was also intrigued.

"What happened?"

Di Jing Ke is a very rare and very powerful elemental spirit, there are not many records about them, but each one is very magical.

And most witchers will never encounter such a thing in their lifetime.

Geralt took another sip of wine, his eyes a little dazed, as if he was missing someone.

And Wayne, who has read the original book, knows that it was that encounter that made Geralt meet his destined lover Yennefer, the legendary white wolf fell in love with a sorceress and fell in love with this woman with an eccentric personality at first sight.

The two have been in love for decades intermittently, the sky is falling apart, the twists and turns are not enough to be with outsiders, and finally until the Witcher III game, the ending of this love will be chosen by the players.

Geralt sighed, and was about to tell Viselmir about his love troubles, when suddenly all three people at the table heard two more footsteps outside the castle hall, and the sound of two men arguing.

A somewhat high-pitched and complaining voice said:

"I said a long time ago that we should have gone earlier."

"It's all your fault, we have to rush in the dark, and we ran into a group of evil ghosts halfway, now it's okay, it smells of, there must be no hot water in the castle for bathing."

As soon as the voice fell, another deep voice retorted:

"Stop rambling, Lambert, are you the young master of the city?"

"You can't stand the smell like this, I've listened to you all the way."

The man who was called Lambert, how could he shut up so easily, he said without scruples:

"We're witchers, we're not water ghosts, we're not scavengers, we can't soak in every day."

"You like the taste, I don't."

Hearing this sweary, mocking voice, Wayne, Geralt, and Viselmir already knew who it was.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, the door to the castle hall was pushed open, and two witchers dressed in the heavy armor of the Wolf School walked in.

One is a man with short hair and a scar on his eye, Lambert, and the other is a square-faced man with half of his face almost disfigured by scars, Eskel.

As soon as he entered the hall, Lambert saw the three Wayne who were dining, this big-looking inch-headed witcher, glanced at Wayne, and then scanned the entire hall, seemed to understand something, turned his head and spat on the ground, and complained to Askell:

"Hmph, I knew those kids wouldn't survive."

"Several of us are from the past, and we know how painful it is for a child to be tested in the grass."

"We should let those kids go down the mountain, not have to make them witchers."

Eskell beside him also sighed, patted Lambert on the shoulder, and said:

"Old man Viselmir can't be blamed for this."

"They were originally orphans in the war, children abandoned by their parents, and it was their destiny to become witchers from the time they came to Kellmohan."

Lambert cursed under his breath.

"The fate of bullshit."

However, he didn't blame Viselmir, but he was a little lamented about his fate, as a child who was given to a witcher by his drunkard father because of the law of accidents, he knew very well how painful it was to be a witcher.

Eskell patted him on the shoulder, not disgusted by the stench of evil spirits on his body, and walked with him to check the location of the table.

Geralt saw the two of them coming, and a smile appeared on his face, and he teased:

"You two look like you just crawled out of the."

"I could smell the stench from dozens of meters away."

The smile on Viselmir's face grew even brighter, and he looked at his few remaining apprentices and said with a smile:

"Lambert, Eskel."

"You go take a shower first, wash off the dirt on your body."

"After washing, let's enjoy the dinner cooked by Wayne, let's have more drinks and have a good chat."

"Welcome home, kids."