Back on the shore and looking at the empty wooden boat, Wayne suddenly realized that he had forgotten one thing, he would not even be able to leave Black Tern Island without the Fisherman King to steer the boat for him.

Just when he was a little at a loss and considered whether to return to the forest and ask the fisherman king for help, the old man had already walked out of the forest with a steady pace.

The old man first looked at Wayne seriously several times with some inexplicable eyes, as if he was something rare, and then he drove the boat without saying a word and took Wayne out of the island in the middle of the lake.

By the time Wayne returned to Swamp Village by boat from Black Tern Island, and rode back to Vijma City from Swamp Village, it was just in time for the sun to rise and the gates of the city opened, so that he would not wait outside the city like a fool.

Back home, Wayne couldn't wait to start boiling water, ready to take a hot bath, after each battle, although the blood outside the armor is easier to deal with, but the blood that seeped into the armor, but always made him feel uncomfortable.

Not only was it wet, like countless tentacles crawling on his body, but it also had a disgusting smell that always haunted his keen sense of smell.

But there is no way, he is engaged in this kind of killing profession, no matter how uncomfortable he feels, it is better than Geralt going into the sewers and dealing with those water ghosts covered in dung.

And with the end of the Goddess of the Lake incident, Wayne's life is gradually getting back on track, except for completing some sporadic ordinary commissions to help Revarden and some other lumberjacks clean up the monsters that attack them.

The most I do on weekdays is to go to Master O'Henry's blacksmith shop to learn various forging techniques, add various daily necessities to my home, and build some other daily facilities.

After nearly a month and a half, Wayne managed to burn money at any cost, waste a lot of materials, not only learned the art of blacksmithing, but also promoted it to the second level.

Forging LV2: Forge success rate +2, quality increase +2.

And the little earth spirit Lala, who studied magic from the goddess of the lake, also returned to her home after a week.

Then, together with her parents and brother, she came to Wayne's house from the well, and made a special trip to deliver the payment for the last commission, as well as sincere gratitude.

Lala's father, Cruze, not only gave Wayne a small bag of carefully polished precious gems as a gratuity, but also gave Wayne a special magic item.

"Mr. Wayne, this is a magic flask I found while exploring some ancient ruins, and it was a gift that I carefully selected for you."

Cruz sent a flask that seemed to be made of silver, flattened, with various magical inscriptions engraved on the bottle, to Wayne's hand, and said in a sincere tone:

"You're a witcher who often carries out commissions in the wild, and you're going to love this gift."

"This magic flask can hold a total of four different drinks, and thanks to special magic, each drink can probably hold as much as an entire keg."

"Not only that, but as long as those drinks get into this jug, they are no longer affected by the outside temperature, which means that if you fill it with hot water, even if you pour it out again after a year, it will still be hot water."

Speaking of this, Cruze touched his beard with some reluctance, and said with emotion:

"I don't know which master magician is this magical object."

"It's not just space magic, it's time magic, and the magic inscription on it isn't any of our current fonts."

"I've been researching for a long time, looking at a lot of ancient books, but I still don't have a clue, and I sometimes even suspect that it's not something from this world."

Speaking of this, he nodded gratefully at Wayne again and said:

"However, you are my son's savior and the patron of the goddess of the lake, and I am willing to give you this treasure."

Wayne picked up the flask and took a closer look, and then couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, he could be sure that this magic flask was not a product of the wizard's native world, it must be a magical item that crossed over from another world because of a celestial meeting.

Because the style of this flask is the classic shape that was very popular on the earth in the 19th century.

And the magic inscription carved on the flask resembles the legendary Rune script.

It's just that with these two points, Wayne can't be sure which magical world this flask comes from.

After some testing, Wayne found that this was indeed a very useful magic item, although due to the size of the bottle, it was not possible to stuff anything too large into a flask.

But liquids such as hot water, wine, cold drinks, or potions, as soon as they enter the flask, it is as if time has stopped, and no other changes occur until they are poured out.

It's the perfect tool for stay-at-home travel.

And Wayne also found that after the treatment of the goddess of the lake, Lala's brother Fiz has indeed gotten rid of the influence of the evil god, this is a little earth spirit with a short temper, but an extremely tough personality.

I don't know if it's a blessing in disguise, after the transformation of the evil god, Xiaodi Ling Fiz is not only much stronger than his fellow clan in terms of physical strength, but also grows a gill-like organization in the position of the gills, with amphibious ability, and the octopus tentacles at the chin no longer grow, but it looks like a strange decoration, which looks quite interesting.

Perhaps, in the future, when Fiz grows up, even if he does not rely on the ability of magic, this little guy will be able to defeat other enemies with his body and martial arts.

Wayne also received information from Cruze that the other survivors who had been rescued from the half-fishman lair had not persisted after being sent to the swamp village.

After persevering for a few days, he finally left this world in the company of his loved ones.

Perhaps, compared to becoming a slave of the evil god and becoming a minion of the evil god, it can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune to die by the side of relatives.

After living in Vigema City for nearly two months, Wayne gradually adapted to this medieval life.

Because of his physical characteristics, except for the more conspicuous amber cat pupils, he looks like a handsome and strong elf boy, plus he doesn't have to run around for the pressure of life, in fact, the identity of the witcher has not affected him much.

After all, in Virgin City, Wayne lives a fairly low-key life, he always goes around with a few acquaintances, and each commission is basically an acquaintance's introduction, and the client will show considerable respect for his status as a witcher.

Gradually, Geralt also let go of his worries about Wayne, and did not have to worry about what danger the young apprentice encountered in the city.

One night, Geralt the White Wolf officially resigned to Wayne.

"Wayne, I've been at Virjema long enough."

"The commission here has basically been cleaned up by us, and you are living a fairly stable life."

"In a few days, I'm going to leave here and head further west to see if there's anything else to do."

Wayne, who was sharing dinner with Geralt, raised his eyebrows, not too much surprise in his heart, the two had already agreed on this matter, but it was only today that Geralt brought it up.

He thought about it for a few seconds, then nodded, and proposed:

"Now that you've decided, I won't stop you."

"Geralt, though, has been moving to a new home for over a month now, and we haven't had any celebrations yet."

"The day after tomorrow, I am going to hold a dinner party at home, and invite some of our friends to join me, which happens to be your practice banquet, I hope you don't refuse."

Geralt nodded and replied in a hoarse voice:

"Okay, that's it, I just happened to have some money saved, and before I left, I also had to prepare supplies for the trip."