Ten minutes later, Geralt smiled at the corner of his mouth, holding two fist-sized pieces of dog's head gold in his hand, and his heart blossomed.

Although the nest of the human-faced demon bird was full of carrion, bird droppings, and bones, and the taste was worse than that of a sewer, but under the white wolf's skillful rummaging, in addition to these two pieces of dog's head gold and some coins, two natural gems were also found.

Instead of choosing the two more valuable pieces of doghead gold wrapped in unknown excrement, Wayne took the two shiny gems.

This made Geralt look at him more pleasing to the eye, as an old fritter who eats, drinks, prostitutes, gambles, and has everything, although he earns a lot more than ordinary people, but when it comes to spending money, it is not comparable to ordinary farmers.

Demon hunters are engaged in dirty and dangerous work every day, and they are discriminated against by many people, and they are still mutants, so they are generally under a lot of psychological pressure, and in order to relieve their own pressure, almost every demon hunter. They are regulars in taverns, brothels, casinos.

It is not surprising that the money earned each time for life is spent in a few days, and most of them end up in poverty.

And as a modern person, Wayne actually doesn't care about these small money, he has a flexible moral bottom line, as long as he is willing in the future, whether it is robbing the rich and helping the poor, or eating black, or investing in business, the money he earns is definitely not comparable to being a witcher.

On the contrary, it is these brothers in the wolf school, as well as other skilled demon hunters, who care about him.

In this age of medieval magic, only by mastering the power and uniting those who have it can resist danger and take control of one's own destiny.

After crossing the lake, the two walked along a mountain road in the direction of the back mountain, and walked for another ten minutes, until a huge cave loomed, Geralt slowed down and said to Wayne behind him:

"Wayne, in the cave ahead, there is a cyclops, and there were many demon hunter apprentices back then, who died at the hands of this monster named Old Spearhead."

Seeing Wayne somewhat surprised, Geralt added:

"It's part of the final trial."

"The apprentices participating in the trial must find a way through this cave guarded by cyclops."

"Actually, cyclops are stupider than trolls, and they are also clumsy in their actions, they are very powerful, and they sleep in caves most of the time."

"As long as the apprentices are quiet enough not to make a sound, they can walk through that cave safely."

Wayne nodded, thought for a moment and asked:

"Then this time, do we want to kill this cyclops?"

Geralt paused, glanced up at Wayne, considered for a few seconds, and said:

"Wayne, since we are going to team up to complete the mission in the future, then we should get to know each other better."

"I've always believed that monsters with intelligence, like humans, are intelligent creatures, and there is no distinction between high and low."

"As long as he doesn't endanger the safety of others, I won't take the initiative to harm him."

"In this regard, I hope you will agree with me."

Seeing that the white wolf had such an open and honest conversation, Wayne also showed a sincere smile and said:

"You know, Geralt, I'm a half-elf, an inhuman race, and now I'm an alien in the eyes of others, a witcher."

"Don't worry, I'm more receptive to other intelligent beings than you think."

Hearing this, Geralt glanced at Wayne deeply, nodded slightly, and then took out two bottles of white witcher potion from his waist bag, put one of them in Wayne's hand, and said:

"It's a cat potion that strengthens our dark vision and allows us to see things in the dark."

"Wait a minute, you just follow me, be careful, don't make a sound, let's sneak out of the cave quietly, don't wake up the old spearhead."

Wayne nodded, his agility was already higher than that of the average witcher, and a stealth mission like this would not be difficult for him.

Soon, after the two of them drank the cat potion, they walked into the cave one after the other.

After all these years, Geralt still seemed to be quite familiar with the route in the cave, and he led Wayne slowly against the wall, sneaking in the dark for five or six minutes before climbing through one platform to another.

And as they advanced, a huge snoring kept lingering in the ears of the two, and as they moved forward, it became bigger and bigger.

However, Geralt ignored the source of these snoring, and quickly led Wayne along the wall for another five minutes, finally finding the exit to the cave.

Before leaving the cave, out of curiosity, Wayne turned his head to look at the source of the crying voice.

I saw an ugly giant with a body size of four or five meters, lying on a flat ground with a huge wooden stick on his back, wearing only a simple animal skin, one hand on his navel, one hand tucked into his trouser pocket, snoring comfortably, and sleeping soundly.

Seeing this scene, Wayne was happy, maybe in the heart of this cyclops, those witcher apprentices were the monsters who broke into his house and tried to harm it.

Now, for decades, no new Witcher apprentices have come here to allow this guy to live a stable life.

After watching for a few seconds, Wayne followed Geralt out of the cave, and as his eyes adjusted to the sunlight outside, a strange scene appeared before his eyes.

I saw that on a flat ground dozens of meters away from them, five strange creatures with tall statures and boulders were gathered around a large cauldron, eating food, playing and playing, and even hearing some kind of strange singing, as if they were holding a celebration.

They were ugly-looking, and their movements were a little slow, all of them seemed to be drunk big fat people, and although the words they spoke were stammering and not very clear, they could be sure that they were human language.

Geralt, who was walking in front, turned his head and made a boo gesture to him, and whispered:

"This is a tribe of trolls, they belong to monsters who can barely communicate, and they are considered an intelligent race."

"Wait a minute, don't talk nonsense, I'll negotiate with them."

"These guys have been living here for hundreds of years, and they are relatively familiar with us witchers, so let's try not to have conflicts."

"There are a lot of them, and if we fight, we might get hurt."