An hour later, in Wayne's dining room.

Bringing a bowl of steaming beef soup from the kitchen, Wayne looked at the three of them, who had been tempted by the aroma on the table, and showed a slightly smug smile, and said:

"You're welcome, let's try my craft."

Borch laughed, handed Wayne a bottle of wine worth three hundred Oren, then picked up another bottle, poured himself a glass, reached out and picked up a deep-fried, flour-wrapped, golden crispy chicken wing from the table, and couldn't wait to stuff it into his mouth.

After a few bites of rattling, he couldn't help but exhale a hot breath, gave Wayne a thumbs up, and said in appreciation:

"It's so delicious, Mr. Wayne, I've never eaten chicken before."

"Crispy and tender, melt-in-your-mouth, is this a new dish you invented?"

"Yes, this dish is called fried chicken, and it's kind of my exclusive invention."

Wayne didn't explain too much, but picked up a medium-rare fried steak with a fork, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, and said with a smile:

"I'm ashamed to say that as a witcher, I have a special talent for cooking, and there is no one who has eaten my cooking that does not praise my skills."

"Maybe when I'm old and can't fight monsters anymore, I can open my own restaurant, and I'll definitely be the one with the best business."

Borch laughed, appreciating Wayne's humorous attitude.

He picked up a roast leg of lamb from the table and, as he ate it with relish, began to tell all sorts of interesting stories about what had happened to him in other northern countries.

Most of them are some rice bucket aristocrats or ignorant farmers, because of all kinds of stupid ideas, absurd and interesting things.

Borch's eloquence is good, Wayne listens to it with relish, and at the same time can't help but sigh in his heart, there are really too many strange and interesting things in this world, all kinds of stupid things, only you can't think of it, there is nothing they can't do.

He turned his head and saw two beautiful Zerican girls, both sitting on both sides with regretful expressions, tasting every dish on the table, looking like they wanted to eat but didn't dare to eat it, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Wayne guessed that they were probably afraid that they would lose their shape after eating too much, so he smiled and handed over two plates of fresh fish and shrimp from the shores of Lake Vigema.

And tell the girl that this kind of food will not make people fat, so that they can eat boldly with confidence.

The two Zerikan girls took the food with a smile and began to eat it in small bites, the sweet and sour deliciousness made the two girls so addicted to eating that they couldn't stop at all.

Looking at the beautiful Zerikan girl, Wayne suddenly thought that the golden dragon Borchi came from the Zerikan Kingdom, and was worshiped as a god by the local residents, and has always accepted the worship and belief of the people.

These two girls are the exclusive guards who were chosen, responsible for protecting the safety of the golden dragon, and can almost be regarded as Boulch's fanatical followers.

In the Koraz Desert, where Zerikan is located, there is also a branch of the Witchers, the Manticore school that many northern witchers know little about.

Wayne was also very interested in the witchers of this branch, so he opened his mouth to Borch and asked:

"Mr. Borch, you used to live in Zerikan, do you know anything about the local manticore-school witchers?"

Borchi paused when he heard this, thought about it for more than ten seconds, then picked up the wine on the side, moistened his throat, and said:

"Indeed, I have also heard rumors of this school of thought, who once served the royal family of Zerikan and were the exclusive escort of the members of the royal family and their emissaries, and were very respected and trusted by the rulers."

"However, during an escort operation a hundred years ago, all of them went out, but they were attacked by a powerful fire elemental, a powerful monster that was twenty meters tall."

"In the end, their main members were killed and wounded, and the mission failed, and they also lost the trust of the royal family."

"Now, the witchers of the entire Manticore school have also declined, and I have searched for them, but I have not found any trace of them."

"I heard that the main job of these demon hunters is to serve as guards for the caravans that come and go, and they rarely hunt other monsters anymore."

Wayne nodded with some regret, in fact, there are some introductions to this witcher in the game, and there are even grandmaster-level suit drawings of the Manticore School in Towson, from a member of the school called Mo Deng.

Their school seems to be very good at using alchemy items, and has a special study of alchemy, but since they still have members alive, there may be a chance to meet them in the future.

And after answering Wayne's question about the Manticore, Borch was also interested, and suddenly asked with great interest:

"I've heard that the witchers of the north work by taking commissions to kill monsters and save other villagers."

"Mr. Wayne, I wonder if you would also go to the other side of the world to kill a monster for a high reward?"

Hearing this, Wayne shook his head a little amusedly, and said to Borch:

"Mr. Borch, you think the Witcher profession is too special."

"Although we have more power than ordinary people, in the final analysis, we are just a group of ordinary people, there are good people and bad people, there are those who adhere to principles, and there are those who are unscrupulous."

"And you probably don't know that most witchers don't become witchers by their own volition."

"Most of us are orphans who have no one to support, or children who have been abandoned by their parents because of the accident rate."

"It's just because I want to continue to live that I'm forced to train and become a witcher."

"And it's not a pleasant thing to be a witcher and not only face dangerous and disgusting monsters every day, but also to be bullied by stupid farmers and lowly nobles."

"If we weren't paid well, we wouldn't even have the money to repair our armor and equipment, buy food and fodder for our mounts, or go to a brothel to vent the loneliness and stress we've accumulated deep inside."

"Just like ordinary people chasing wealth, most witchers will be willing to go to the other side of the world to kill a monster for a large sum of money in order to live a better life!"

"As long as the pay is high enough."

Speaking of this, Wayne shrugged his shoulders and motioned for Borch to look at the richly decorated villas around him, and then said self-deprecatingly:

"Of course, I'm talking about most witchers, and I'm a little different from ordinary witchers, I'm not short of money right now, and I won't do things I don't like because of a little money."

"But if that reward really impresses me, or if the other party is a person who deserves help, I don't mind helping them a little bit."

Borchi was a little surprised when he heard this, he didn't expect the other party to be so frank in front of him, and he didn't shy away from saying his thoughts.

Rather than being secretive like ordinary people, or using sophistry to glorify their actions.

Borch thought for a moment, and suddenly asked again:

"What if someone pays you a high price for a dragon that destroys a village, oh no! Can't say that. ”

He paused, reorganized the language, and said:

"This dragon hasn't done anything yet, but you know, in legend, dragons are fierce and vicious monsters that breathe flames, destroy villages, steal treasures, take virgins, and kill humans."

"And the Dragon Slayer Warrior is often the supreme glory, which will bring you wealth, prestige and status."

"Mr. Wayne, if there is such a dragon, don't you want to have the glory of a dragon slayer warrior in your life?"

Listening to Borch say these words, Wayne, who already understood his true identity, laughed secretly in his heart, a golden dragon to persuade a witcher to slay a dragon, it is really an interesting thing.

However, Wayne still thought about it carefully, and then, under Borch's gaze, replied:

"Mr. Borch, I'm not a narrow-minded racist, I'm not a human, I'm a half-elf, and for intelligent creatures, I'll only kill those evil monsters that will harm others."

"And those intelligent beings who are kind and do not harm others, I am even willing to be friends with them."

"If you're talking about a dragon that is a bad party, I don't mind giving myself the title of a dragon slayer."

"If you are talking about a kind dragon, an intelligent race that is willing to communicate with me, I will not take the initiative to harm it, and I am even willing to accept its commission to protect it."

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