When Geralt woke up from Misha's living room, the sun had just crossed the Blue Mountains and cast its light onto the ground.

Last night, after he solved Misha's commission, he taught a few more Diao people who wanted to provoke him, and got his due reward from the bearded village chief who wanted to delay the payment.

But the exhaustion of the high-intensity exercise all day really did not allow him to go into the forest overnight to meet Wayne.

However, out of responsibility for the only witcher apprentice in decades, the white wolf still took advantage of the dawn of the day to brave the cold wind of early spring and burrow into the forest.

But when he led his mount turnip, drove through the forest for two hours on the mountain road, his clothes and hair were covered with the cold dew of the early morning, and his body was slightly shivering from the cold, and finally arrived near the cave he found yesterday, the scene that caught his eye made him stunned on the spot.

I saw that the Wayne boy, who had worried him last night, was sitting on a black horse with the beautiful female elf he had seen yesterday, and was walking leisurely in the forest with an intimate attitude.

The most infuriating thing is that the hateful boy put one hand around the elf's slender waist and the other hand pulled the reins of the horse, and when he saw him, he didn't feel the slightest guilt, but showed a big grin, and rode directly to him.

"Geralt, you're so early."

"This horse is a gift from Torruville, and she's teaching me how to ride a horse."

"By the time she's done with her commission, we'll all be able to ride together."

Listening to Wayne's words, Geralt was even more surprised, in this era, a good horse is a valuable wealth, except for nobles, it is basically impossible for anyone to give a good horse to others.

But looking at this kid's smiling face, Geralt couldn't help but feel angry, and said in a slightly mocking tone:

"Looks like you had a good night last night, and you're certainly much better than I was at the farmer's house, smelling cow dung and eating bread."

In just one night, this junior of his had a good relationship with the female elf leader in front of him, and he also received such a gift, which must have happened to some unknown story.

Thinking like this, even the coldness on his body was temporarily forgotten by him.

Torruvier frowned when she heard this, she didn't expose Wayne's lies, this was something they had said before, although it was not clear why Wayne would hide Geralt's money, but she would not intervene rashly, affecting the relationship between the two.

Wayne wanted to say something more, but when he saw Geralt's hair and the residual dew on his body, as well as his slightly trembling body from the cold, he immediately understood why the white wolf came so early and why he was a little embarrassed, and his heart couldn't help but warm.

He rolled over and dismounted, landed beside Geralt, patted him on the shoulder, and said:

"Toruvelle is a sensible leader, much better than the rude and cunning people."

"Let's go, let's go to the cave, there's a campfire in the camp, and the breakfast they've made."

"Let's just discuss the matter of entrustment."

Half an hour later.

After breakfast, the three of them gathered around a campfire, enjoying the warmth of the flames while discussing the elven ruins in a whisper.

Geralt leaned forward, supported his chin with one hand, and held a firewood in the other, and said in a somewhat hoarse voice:

"Wayne, Torvire, it's not easy to clean up an underground ruin."

"I have done a similar commission before, and that time, it took me half a month to kill hundreds of monsters before I could clean up a small underground temple."

"Ghouls, water ghosts, evil ghosts, little fog demons, swamp witches, Andregg swarms."

"There are countless monsters living in the underground environment, and we can't be sure what monsters we will encounter in the process of cleaning up."

Wayne nodded, reached out and took the cider jug that Torvielle handed him, and poured a glass for Geralt beside him before speaking:

"That's not a problem, Geralt."

"We are witchers, we have plenty of time to clean up this ruin, and Torviel is willing to help in any way, not forcing us to complete the task in a short time, and even sending their warriors to help us."

He turned his head and glanced at the elf leader, and told Geralt about the terms they had agreed upon.

"When the commission is complete, Torruville is willing to pay us fifteen hundred ducats, or a quarter of the loot in the ruins."

"That's a lot of money, enough money for us to spend a long time."

After hearing such a generous pay, Geralt pursed his lips, glanced up at Wayne, and saw that his junior seemed to have made up his mind, so he didn't say anything again.

This job was also within the acceptable range of the witcher, and the pay was so rich, but because of some dangers, out of concern for Wayne's safety, he would have so much to worry about.

If it was just him, maybe he would have agreed a long time ago.

Geralt sighed imperceptibly, and said to Wayne:

"Alright then, Wayne, I'll go to the forest to collect herbs, kill some monsters by the way, and replenish the potion stockpile."

"Don't be idle, prepare the tools you need for alchemy, and then go to the camp and ask to see if they have any silver there, and find a way to coat your steel sword with a layer of silver plating."

"There are so many monsters in the ruins, only by using the silver sword can we cause maximum damage to them."

When Geralt had finished speaking, Toruvelle spoke:

"Don't worry, White Wolf, Wayne has already talked to me about this before."

"I've got the blacksmith in the camp, Vixon, ready the felt and the stove, and everyone should have some silver ornaments in their hands, although the condition is poor, but his skills are good, and he should be able to help a little."

Hearing this, Geralt couldn't help but nod slightly, to be honest, in his life as a witcher, he had rarely met an employer who was so willing to support them in their work and cooperate with them in their pre-war preparations.

On weekdays, I encounter either arrogant and ignorant foolish aristocrats and rich businessmen, self-righteous and decent people, or those cunning and shameless people who want to repay their debts.

If every employer were willing to cooperate with them in this way, then presumably, the job of a witcher would be countless times easier.

Geralt pursed his lips, tasted the delicious and sweet cider in his hand, and closed his eyes in enjoyment.

After more than ten seconds, he said:

"That's it for now, Wayne, Toruvelle, let's take a break today and make all the pre-battle preparations."

"Wait until dawn tomorrow to clean up the ruins."

(Thank you Comet Saber, the two big guys of the Supreme Emperor for the reward, the newcomer and the new book, thank you for the monthly pass, and the recommended ticket support.) ）