"Hey! White-haired, do you want to continue playing? ”

The dwarf who won the money, with red hair and a huge rosacea nose, picked up the seven or eight Ducats in the card and put them in his arms, and said to Geralt triumphantly:

"It's a new gadget invented by our dwarves, and we must have a clever brain and luck favored by the gods to win over others."

"If you don't play, then stand up and give the chance to someone else, my luck today is good, I will definitely win a lot of gold coins."

Geralt grinned and didn't speak, he was obviously very interested in this new thing, and now that he was injured and couldn't go to battle, how could he easily give up this new fun.

He put away the set of Gwent cards that the dwarf had lent him temporarily, took out five ducats from his pocket, placed them on the ground, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I still have a few in my pocket, whether I can take them or not depends on your ability."

The dwarf laughed.

"I like your character, white-haired, my name is Horton."

As he spoke, he took out two Ducats from his arms, threw them to a halfling next to him, and said boldly:

"Pete, give me and my new friend two Virgin Champions and drink and play cards to experience the true joy of Gwente."

Wayne stood aside and felt a little funny to see Geralt make a new friend through Gwent.

However, he had been busy in the underground pond for a long time, and he had to jump into the pond to find the entrance that the monster might enter, and his body was not only covered with muddy water, but even his underwear was stained with blood, itchy, and very uncomfortable.

You have to take a shower first.

He went back to his tent, got a change of clothes, and walked out of the cave to the river and began to scrub himself.

The north is still cold in early spring, but fortunately, after the mutation of the grass trial, Wayne's body has long been very different from ordinary people, although the cold shower is not comfortable, but it is not unacceptable.

When he finished his bath and returned to the camp, he saw that the dwarf named Horton was already piled up with shiny ducats, adding up to hundreds.

And before he left, Geralt, who still looked breezy and calm, had slightly red eyes at this time, and his face was paralyzed, and his hand holding the Quint card trembled slightly, pursing his lips, obviously losing a lot.

Sure enough, after losing again, Geralt threw the Gwent card in his hand to the ground with some frustration, controlled his emotions, and said:

"Well, bearded Houghton, you won, and I don't have a single one on me now."

"It must be an injury on my body that has affected my performance."

"No way, I'll play with you tomorrow."

The dwarf was not angry, he boldly asked the halfling named Pete next to him to bring a large glass of Virgin Ma Championship to each of them, and said with a smile:

"You're always welcome to challenge me, witcher."

"I'm not afraid to tell you that in this camp, Gwent brand technology, I'm the strongest, hahahaha!"

Geralt stood up, smacked his lips, and touched his shriveled purse with some flesh.

"Really? That's a lot of fun. ”

He rubbed his chest, turned to see Wayne returning from the shower, and said:

"Hey, bro."

"I'll go and lie down in the tent for a while, recuperate from my injuries, and don't act rashly in the afternoon, and I'll talk about it when we've discussed it."

Wayne nodded, patted Geralt on the shoulder, then looked at him and walked slowly into the tent.

According to the camp doctors, Geralt's injuries were not serious, but two ribs were cracked and his internal organs were hit to a considerable extent.

With this kind of injury, ordinary people may have to lie down for a month or two, but according to the witcher's super recovery ability, it will only take him about a week to return to normal.

After Geralt left, Wayne looked at the fire where the dwarf was and found that without Geralt's participation, the other elves and dwarves who were watching did not choose to play the Gwent card battle with Horton.

I don't know if it's because I'm shy in my pocket, or I'm afraid of Horton's Gwent technology.

After thinking about it for a few seconds, Wayne took the initiative to walk up and said to Horton, who was gulping down and packing up the Gwent cards:

"Hey! Bearded, the game you just played was quite interesting. ”

"Can you teach me to play?"

Horton looked up, and when he saw that it was Wayne, he didn't see it, he pointed to the seat opposite, and said:

"It's you, young witcher, I know you."

"You have a good relationship with our Commander Torviel, and help us deal with the monsters in the ruins."

"Do you want to play GWENT too? No problem, I'll teach you! ”

"This time, we young dwarves came out of the Mahakan Mountains, not only to see the outside world, but also to pass on the fun of GWENT cards to the whole world."

Wayne kept a kind smile on his face and didn't speak, as a veteran of the game's Gwent card collection, does he still need someone else to teach his Gwent card skills?

However, it's only 1250, and GWENT cards haven't become popular on a large scale, so even the well-informed Geralt is only playing the game today.

No one would have thought that in the future, this card game invented by the dwarves would become a super popular gambling project that swept the world and attracted countless people.

Perhaps among them, there are the efforts of dwarves like Horton.

Half an hour later, the bearded dwarf Horton, who had been smiling all over his face, no longer had the smile he had at the beginning.

He tugged at his red beard with some pain, and the more than 100 ducats he had won with great difficulty, along with the more than 150 crowns he had saved up, had all been moved to Wayne's side.

Not only that, but his precious pipe, gemstone ring, and the iron battle axe that had accompanied him in battle for decades had all become Wayne's belongings.

Of course, I have to believe that this is only temporary, and it won't be long before he wins it back.

It's just that no one thought that half an hour ago, the young witcher, who claimed that he couldn't even play GWENT cards, or even had his own deck, would win more than a dozen games in a row, and he, the strongest GWENT card master in the camp, would win almost no pants.

Could it be that this is the legendary pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

However, at this time, Wayne's mind was not on him, and after winning more than a dozen games in a row, he was surprised to find that a special skill appeared in his professional skills.

GWENT LV1: Lucky +1.

It is a simple introduction, but the meaning is very significant.

You know, this skill doesn't appear in the column of subsidiary skills, but has become the witcher's own skill like swordsmanship, magic seals, and mutation levels.

The effect given is actually to increase the anti-heaven attribute of luck, how can he not be surprised.

Could it be that GWENT cards are his main quest?