In the afternoon, Wayne found the elf again.

"The ruins have been explored?"

"Yes, except for the last building that was locked with a metal gate, I've checked all the other areas, and there will be no more monsters coming out of the ground to attack you."

"As for that building, I speculate it's a treasure trove that should have a dead magic node in it that doesn't pose a threat for the time being."

"But the gate was so sturdy that I tried many ways and couldn't open it, maybe it was too long, and the facilities inside were damaged."

Hearing Wayne's explanation, Torruville nodded abruptly, she was silent for a few seconds, and then spoke:

"Thank you, Wayne, for doing us a great favor."

"Wait a minute, I'll take someone to patrol this ruin, and if the last building really can't be opened, then this commission will be completed."

Speaking of this, Toruvelle raised her head, looked into Wayne's eyes, and said:

"What's next? Where are you going, and will you still be in the Kingdom of Kodwin? ”

Wayne thought about it, and felt that there was nothing worth hiding, so he spread his hands and said:

"I can't tell, Toruvelle."

"Geralt's injuries are almost healed, and next, we are ready to leave the Kingdom of Kodwin as soon as possible."

"As you know, the inhabitants of this place don't welcome inhuman races and witchers at all."

"We are going to go to the Kingdom of Temeria along the Pontar River first, and then where we go, it will depend on where there is a commission."

Torruvier sighed and hesitated for a moment, then reached out and touched Wayne's face.

During this period of getting along, she also understood how much potential the half-elf boy in front of her had, and in terms of wisdom and insight, he was much stronger than many of his kind.

As a long-lived race, what a proud thing to be able to become a master of swordsmanship at a teenage age.

What's more, the demon hunter not only has superb swordsmanship and a stronger physique than ordinary people, but also can use some spells, which is more powerful than ordinary sword masters, and in her heart, even more in line with the definition of a strong person than those weak spellcasters.

She liked the feeling of being with Wayne so much that she couldn't help but ask again:

"Really, don't you think about staying here, Wayne?"

"If it were you, you would definitely be able to bring more hope to our elves."

"I need your help too."

Hearing this, Wayne looked into the eyes of the female elf, shook his head gently, and did not speak.

Toruvelle reluctantly withdrew her hand and said:

"Alright then, Wayne, you have your way, and I won't force you."

"The reward for this commission will be settled according to the fifteen hundred ducats we agreed before, or a quarter of the loot in the ruins."

"If you choose the former, I'll be able to make it up for you right now."

"And if you choose the latter, the value should be higher, but those loot will take time to deal with, and we don't know the exact value, so your remuneration will have to be delayed for a while."

"But if you can trust me, I'll have the money delivered to you when I'm done."

Wayne nodded, this is not what Toluviel is playing, the entire ruins are explored by him personally, and he knows exactly what the loot is.

Time is the most powerful weapon, and countless powerful warriors, spellcasters, or kings have been reduced to dust in front of it.

Perhaps this relic was worth a lot of money thousands of years ago, but now, except for some precious metals that are difficult to corrode and oxidize, everything else is gone and is a waste product.

It will certainly take time to turn this legacy into usable wealth.

Wayne waved his hand and said to the elf:

"Don't bother, Torruville, I've got fifteen hundred ducats."

"By the way, there's one more thing I don't know if I can trouble you?"

Hearing that Wayne had something to ask for, Toruvelle did not shirk it, and said with a slightly serious expression:

"What's the matter? If I can, I won't refuse? ”

Wayne waved his finger to signal that the female elf was not so serious, and said with a smile:

"It's just a small thing, don't be nervous."

"I'm just wondering if you know the Elven Warlocks, the loot here is of historical value, maybe you can sell them to the Elven Warlocks for a higher reward."

"And if you know the Warlocks, you can help me sell them those Gargoyle Hearts."

"I remember, this thing seems to be quite popular in warlock circles."

When the female elf heard this, she hesitated for a few seconds, she originally promised the adult that she could not tell others the news casually, but out of trust in Wayne, she still spoke:

"I can try to help, Wayne."

"I know a lady who is a powerful spellcaster, and it is because of her help that I and the other residents have been able to stay in this ruin."

"If that lady is interested, I'll sell her your Gargoyle Heart, and when the time comes, I'll find a way to get the money to be transferred to you."

"No, no, no, you don't have to find someone to send it." Wayne hurriedly waved his hand.

"We witchers need to take commissions everywhere, and I don't know which country I'm going to stay in."

He thought about it and said directly:

"I'll be back in Kodwin until this winter, and if you're still here then, transfer the money to me."

………………

After completing this expert commission, Wayne was in a very happy mood, Geralt's injuries were basically healed, and he was able to carry out various activities freely.

According to the agreement before departure, Wayne generously shared the remuneration of 1,500 Ducats with him, 750 Ducats each, in exchange for the White Wolf's closer attitude towards him.

This is a huge amount of money, if you just eat and drink, it is even enough for two people to use it for a whole year.

After completing the commission, he did not rush to leave, but stayed in this camp for another two days, and after confirming that the ruins were really safe, he solemnly said goodbye to his first friend, Torruville.

The system also has an explanation for the dimensional rift left behind by that magical power.

If this world is a human being, then this dimensional rift. It can only be regarded as an insignificant small wound, not even a skin trauma.

Unless someone uses ritual or magic to guide them, it is impossible for a powerful life from another world to come to this world through this wound.

And during these two days, Wayne was not idle, he pulled his black mare, whom he named Lucifer, and found the female elf again, asking for her teaching.

Toruville enthusiastically agreed to the request, and together with Wayne, practiced riding in the forest on a mare.

Wayne has a good talent for sports, and finally managed to learn the basics of riding before saying goodbye, and also acquired a subsidiary skill called riding.

Riding LV1: +1 fit with mount.

On the day of their separation, Wayne and Geralt stood at the exit of the cave with their respective mounts and luggage, saying goodbye to Torvielle and several acquaintances they had met in the camp during this time.

The Archon stepped forward and hugged Wayne, leaving him with a gentle parting kiss on the side of his face, and gifting him a well-prepared gift.

It was a beautiful longbow made of special wood, and the upper and lower ends were close to eighty centimeters long.

The bow is carved with some elven inscriptions, and the bowstring is made of animal leather of unknown species, which is very tough.

This was a gift from Wynne after hearing that he wanted to learn archery.

At the same time, for the current elves, bows and arrows are also their most powerful weapons, perhaps, this is also the hidden hope of Torruville, she hopes that Wayne will not forget his bloodline and help more elves.

After a friendly farewell between the two sides, Wayne and Geralt, the two witchers, still took their rich rewards and gifts from friends, and disappeared into the forest in front of everyone.