Seeing Geralt's back with the two young men leaving, Wayne actually felt a rare relief.

It's been almost two years since he came to this world, and there have always been people around him who need to be scrupulous, and he has always needed to hide his abilities.

For the first time, I felt at ease.

He turned to look at Toruvelle beside him, and said with some familiarity:

"It's getting late, Toruvelle, let's go to where you live, and talk about the commission."

"I'm still a little curious about how you live in the cave."

The female elf frowned when she heard this, and Wayne's sudden self-familiarity made her a little puzzled, but after all, there was a commission to be handed over to this witcher to complete, so she didn't care too much.

After a few words of instruction to the elven archers in the trees, she ordered them to continue to hide and guard the entrance to the cave, and then motioned for Wayne to follow her and lead the way into the cave.

It is a stalactite-like cave, with numerous cone-shaped stalactites on the roof, and the entrance is not large, but the interior space is quite large.

Wayne followed behind Torruville, a torch in the elf's hand, which she had taken from near the entrance of the cave, and some light that came from nowhere, and walked through a complicated route that seemed like a labyrinth.

Finally, along an underground river more than a meter wide, through a beautiful huge arch, you will come to a building that resembles the underground ruins of an elf.

The space here is large, the structure resembles the banquet hall in the court, and four huge stone pillars connect the floor and ceiling, supporting a huge space.

"This is where we live temporarily."

Torruville pointed in one direction inside the hall, where several bonfires were burning, and around them were a dozen different tents, large and small, erected.

A number of elves and dwarves were sitting around the campfire resting, talking, and working, male and female, old and young, mostly dressed in simple clothes, with haggard expressions, and should be ordinary civilians.

Wayne even saw several diminutive halflings standing by the iron pot by the campfire, constantly stirring a huge spoon, cooking food.

"They are all poor people who have been persecuted by humans, who have lost their loved ones, who have been robbed of their property, and who cannot survive in the town."

There was no expression on Toruvelle's face, just a calm narrative.

"We took them in, taught them to fight, taught them how to survive in the forest."

"However, the king's soldiers are still chasing us, trying to kill us all."

"We can't do anything but resist."

Listening to the narration of the female elves, Wayne was a little silent, in the world of witchers, elves, dwarves, halflings and other inhuman races have always been the target of persecution.

Thousands of years ago, when the Elves of Ainshidi kindly took in the human refugees who had been displaced into this world due to the confluence of celestial bodies, this race has been accompanied by cleansing and massacres.

They were brutally slaughtered from a huge race that had ruled the continent for thousands of years in the past to a minority race now.

Wayne was not able or idle to meddle in the affairs of the inhuman race for the time being, so he skipped the topic and asked while observing the ruins around him:

"This ruins look huge, but you all live in this hall"

"Did you give us the commission to help you clean up this ruin?"

Torruville nodded, propped her palm on the iron sword at her waist, and did not hide it, but said directly:

"That's right, Witcher."

"This is the elven ruin we found by chance, although it is in the dark environment underground, it is not convenient to live, but at least it is private enough, there is a shelter from the wind and rain, and we can live in it."

"But this place has been abandoned for too long, and there are many monsters living in the ruins."

"Several of my fighters have already been damaged by the monsters here."

"You're witchers and experts at dealing with monsters, so I wanted to entrust you with helping us clean up the monsters here."

Wayne nodded, and instead of agreeing immediately, he began to observe the ruin.

The history of this ruin is obviously quite old, and many places have been damaged and destroyed by the baptism of time, but from the exquisite murals and beautiful statues that can be seen everywhere here, you can still see the strength of the elven civilization in the past.

Through the dark vision, Wayne discovered that there were four doors in the hall where Torvielle and the others lived, leading to the rest of the world.

In addition to the massive arch they entered, there was a stone door that had been sealed with stone and dirt, and the other two were guarded by dwarves and elves with weapons and torches, apparently guarding against the monsters.

However, Wayne has already taken Misha's search for people today, and even if he takes on the elves' relics mission, he won't get a reward.

So, he just made a casual observation in the hall, and then said to Torruville:

"I can help you clean up this ruin, Torviel."

"However, it's getting late, and we witchers must be well prepared before fighting monsters."

"So, please help me find a quiet place so that I can prepare for the war."

"Tomorrow, after my companion and I meet, we will negotiate the remuneration, and we will start your commission."