The next afternoon, in O'Henry's dwarven blacksmith.

"Haha, little ghost, I have three times as many points as yours, and you only have three cards left in your hand."

"Three cards can second me, I'll swallow the bottle in my hand, hahaha."

Seeing the hope of a victory, the dwarven master, who had already lost six sets in a row, touched his beard quite happily, and then tasted a mouthful of East no Dong from Tousent, and let out a hearty laugh.

Wayne, who was sitting across from him, didn't panic at all and smiled meaningfully at the dwarf.

First, he released a terrain rain, so that all the siege equipment cards on both sides were forced to become a point, and the pile of cards with the highest dwarf points was abolished, and then he took out a horn card and put it on his own remote bar, directly doubling the number of long-range points on his side.

Finally, under the dwarven master's dumbfounded gaze, Wayne pulled out another horn card and placed it in his melee bar.

With just three cards, the tide was turned around and the gamble was won.

Wayne reached out and picked up his cup of East of the East, and took a sip of it, the sweet taste with a slight smoky aroma lingered between his mouth and tongue, he glanced at the huge red wine bottle, and said faintly:

"Master O'Henry, this bottle is too big for even you dwarves to fit into your throat, do you really want to swallow it?"

The dwarf master didn't expect that the cowhide he had just bragged about would be immediately punished, and when he heard Wayne's teasing, his bronzed old face couldn't help but blush.

Just as he was about to say a few words to save himself, Wayne, the bastard boy opposite, spoke again:

"Of course, I know you're joking, Master, but I've already won the Gwent bet as agreed, and I wonder if you'll be able to agree to my little request."

Hearing this, O'Henry suppressed his heart, a little frustrated because of the loss of the Gwent card, and asked Wayne with some curiosity:

"It's a trifle, of course I can promise you."

"But I'm a little curious, Wayne boy, as a witcher, you don't want to go outside to kill monsters as a commission, how did you think of learning forging techniques from me?"

"Your demon hunting commission is more profitable than our iron strike."

Hearing this, Wayne picked up the master-level silver sword made by the dwarven master, and pulled it out of its scabbard, revealing the cold and shining blade on it, as well as the exquisite and mysterious magic inscription on the sword, admiring it with some intoxication.

It took Master O'Henry two days and two nights to build, with the assistance of seven or eight dwarven blacksmiths, and the mere mere mere look at its shape would enchant a warrior.

It was a few seconds before he answered:

"Master, this is one of my wishes."

"As a warrior, I want to have the most powerful weapons and armor in the world, but with my character, I hope that someone else will build it for me, and I would rather build it myself."

"Build the world's strongest weapons and armor?"

O'Henry was stunned for a moment when he heard this, muttered, couldn't help laughing, said "ambitious", and then said with a blank expression, disdainfully:

"Bastard boy, I've been specializing in forging for seventy years, and I don't dare to say this."

"You don't know anything, you dare to talk nonsense, it's really unbelievable."

After scolding, the dwarven blacksmith master took the lit pipe, took a sip of the east of the east, a sip of mellow tobacco, and after enjoying it comfortably for a few seconds, he said:

"Alright, boy, I don't care what your bullshit is, we dwarves have always kept our promises."

"From today onwards, you can always come to our blacksmith shop to learn the art of blacksmithing, and if you have any questions, you can ask me or other dwarves for advice."

"You don't have to be an apprentice for me, let's not play with those false things, if there is any good wine in the future, you can bring some over and let me taste it."

Seeing that his goal was achieved, Wayne immediately praised Master O'Henry a few times, but the dwarven blacksmith did not appreciate it, and after scolding Wayne a few words, he kicked him out of his room.

Speaking of which, this Master O'Henry is really a man of temperament, a master-level silver sword of the Wolf School, even if he is paid and brought in materials, it will cost at least more than a thousand Oren.

Geralt had revealed that his silver sword had been forged in Novigre with two hundred crowns that he had stored for three years.

Converted, at the current exchange rate, one kroner is equal to about seven Oron, and his master-grade silver sword is almost worth about 1,400 Oron, which is worthy of the most expensive equipment on most witchers.

And after Master O'Henry accepted the bottle of East of the East, he really didn't mention any more compensation, and generously shared the bottle of wine with Wayne.

This is a dwarven friend worth socializing, Wayne thought to himself, avoiding the crowds on the road, and soon returned to the fox tavern where he currently lives.

As soon as he entered the tavern, a lovely-looking maid dressed in a maid's costume greeted her, and she bowed to Wayne with a blushing face, and handed over an invitation a little timidly, saying:

"Mr. Wayne, this is the birthday invitation that Mistress Kayla asked me to pass on to you, and she invited you to her birthday dinner in two days' time."

Wayne reached out and took the invitation from the girl's hand, looked at the girl with a smile and said:

"Are you well writing, Maisie?"

The girl's face turned even redder when she heard this, she was asked to join the battlefield by the hostess Kayla in the middle of the night.

But because she was an ordinary human and a virgin, she lasted less than two hours before she fell asleep, and when she woke up in the morning, both the mistress and Wayne had already left the mansion.

But the witcher's wild and strong body, and her endless energy, had become a fond memory in her mind that would never be forgotten.

She blushed and didn't dare to look at Wayne's eyes, and whispered:

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Wayne, I'm in good health."

"The invitation has been sent, and there are still many things to be handled at home, so please allow me to take my leave first."

However, before she could turn away, Wayne said apologetically:

"I'm sorry, Maisie, please apologize to Ms. Kayla for my birthday, I had important business to attend to her party."

"However, I will carefully prepare a birthday present for her, and I hope she will forgive me."

When Maisie heard this, she glanced up at Wayne in surprise, the birthday banquet of the royal advisor, that is the high-class banquet that many people dream of and want to participate in, but I didn't expect the man in front of him to refuse.

However, as Kayla's personal maid, she couldn't change the guest's mind, and could only reply with some regret:

"I'll pass that on to Mistress Kayla, Mr. Wayne."

"However, I think Mistress Kayla is really looking forward to your arrival, and if you can, please don't decline this invitation."

Wayne sighed in his heart, if it weren't for this birthday party, he would have invited many high-ranking people in the kingdom to participate, he probably wouldn't have refused.

However, so far, he is not ready to enter the field of vision of those big people, and he doesn't want to be too high-profile and eye-catching, so he can only refuse the kindness of the beauty.

"I'm sorry, Maisie, I really have something important to attend to, please express my sincere apologies to Ms. Kayla."

Seeing that Wayne's attitude was sincere and not like a disguise, Maisie said "um" regretfully and said:

"In that case, I'll relay your apologies to Mistress Kayla."

After saying that, the girl hurriedly left, this slightly chaotic slum.

As soon as the girl left the tavern, Dandrien, who had been watching the play by the cat, made a loud whistle and said in a chanting voice:

"Wayne, a ruthless witcher."

"How can you refuse the invitation of a lovely girl, if it were me, I would definitely let this girl fall in love."

"Only sweet memories like mead can respond to the passion of a beautiful girl."

Wayne didn't pay attention to Dandrien, who was making a fuss, but walked to the side of the wine table, opposite Geralt, who was also watching the play, and sat down to drink a cold beer.

The white wolf raised his eyebrows, and a teasing smile appeared on his somewhat paralyzed face, and said mockingly:

"What's the matter, Wayne, if you regret it now, you can still go and chase the girl back."

"Didn't you go back to the tavern all night last night, did you just spend a good night with this girl?"

Wayne rolled his eyes, not explaining that he had fought a battle with two women, one of whom was a sorceress.

He placed the master-grade silver sword forged by Master O'Henry in front of Geralt, and took two light crossbows of half-metal, half-wooden structure from his belt, and laid them on the table together, saying:

"My silver sword has been built, and these two crossbows are the prizes I won back from a master blacksmith."

"You can pick one and make it a gift from me."

The white wolf raised his eyebrows, did not look at the crossbow, but reached out and picked up the master-grade silver sword, drew the blade, looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion:

"Exquisite craftsmanship, excellent materials, what a good sword, this must be the work of a master weaponsmith."

"You're really surprising me, Wayne, this sword will cost you at least a thousand Oren, where did you get so much money?"

Wayne shrugged his shoulders, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said with a little pride:

"Not a penny spent, Geralt."

"You may not believe it, but I won it by."