The next morning, as Wayne was going to have a dinner party for practice and housewarming, Geralt packed his bags early and rushed back to Vijma City from the lumberyard in Levarden.

After he left, Wayne was the only witcher left in the city, so after discussing it, the two resigned from Revarden's secure job.

To be honest, Geralt is still a little reluctant to give up on this job, after being a witcher for so many years, it is rare to meet an enlightened employer like Rayvarden, this job is leisurely, unruly, and the salary is high, it is simply the most suitable job for fishing.

In the camp, he would also be respected by the other lumberjacks and managers, much to Geralt's relief.

It's a pity that demon hunters were born to protect the people from monsters, which is also the purpose they were created by mages.

And wandering, staying neutral, and protecting more people is the philosophy that the old witcher Viselmir taught them these apprentices.

Although getting along with those Diao people, the ending is often very fucked up and unpleasant, but after so many years, this concept has been deeply rooted in the hearts of every wolf school demon hunter.

He took his mount Carrot, pushed open the door of the villa, and went around the main house to the backyard, when he suddenly found that in the stable, in addition to Lucifer of Wayne, there were three other good horses, which had occupied the four pits of the stable.

Are there any guests coming?

Geralt glanced back thoughtfully at the turnip, the docile mare rubbing his head against his chin and being tied to the post of the well.

As soon as I walked into the villa, a sound of female joy came from Wayne's room on the second floor.

Inevitably caught by Geralt's keen hearing, and he could clearly distinguish that the voices came from two different women, probably in their twenties, one sweet and the other high-pitched, as if they had reached a pinch.

This discovery made Geralt both surprised and a little embarrassed, he didn't see it for a few days, he didn't expect his brother to be so able to toss, and he had already brought the girl to the house, or two.

He took his steps lightly, not wanting to disturb his brother's good deeds, and was about to go to the wine cabinet to get a bottle of beer to quench his thirst.

Suddenly, I saw a middle-aged man with chestnut curly hair and a little short and fat, sitting on the table next to the wine cabinet, drinking a plate of peanuts, drinking by himself, looking quite comfortable.

After seeing Geralt, the man was not surprised, but raised the red wine in his hand, as if inviting him over to drink together.

Geralt didn't say a word, thought for two seconds, but walked over to the table, poured himself a large glass of dwarven beer from the barrel next to the cup, and sat down beside him.

The man was quite enthusiastic, and there was a kind of enthusiasm in his voice that ordinary people did not have.

"Hey, friend, you must be Geralt the White Wolf, right?"

Upon approaching, Geralt discovered that the Humpty Dumpty man's chest was a coat of arms of three blackbirds side by side, and with his shallow knowledge of heraldry, he could not tell where it came from a nobleman or a knight.

"Yes, I'm Geralt, are you a friend of Wayne?"

Geralt's voice was hoarse and deep, and people who first met him were often frightened by his somewhat paralyzed expression, dry voice, and scarred face, and turned away from him.

However, the man in front of him did not look out of the ordinary, but showed a rather kind smile, and said jokingly:

"yes, even though I just met yesterday, Wayne can definitely be one of my best friends."

"My name is Borch, and my friends like to call me Three Jackdaws."

"Unfortunately, Wayne's friend is busy dealing with two little wildcats right now! Since last night, busy until now. ”

"Uh-huh, uh-huh, I can't sleep at night."

"I've been drinking here all night, and I have to say that the physical strength of you demon hunters is really the envy of all men."

Borch's heroic humor and self-familiar personality made Geralt quite comfortable.

He raised an eyebrow, took a long sip of the dwarven beer in his hand, and then boasted with a little pride:

"That's true, Mr. Borch, though we witchers are infertile, but we are the best bedmates."

"Ha, as those stupid farmers say, even the sorceress is captivated by our bodies."

"If you inquire in the brothels in the city, you may hear my reputation, white-haired hunk."

"A lot of Virjma beauties are even willing to serve me for free."

Borch laughed, handed the peanuts in front of him to Geralt, and complimented:

"Wayne told me last night that you are one of the most powerful swordsmen in the North."

"People say you have two swords, and now it seems that you should have three, right?"

Borch's humor succeeded in evoking Geralt's laughter, and both of them couldn't help but laugh.

At this time, Wayne wore a thin linen gown, revealing his strong chest muscles, and walked down from the second floor.

Seeing that the two people at the wine table were chatting so happily, he also smiled, took a glass of red wine, and sat down in another seat.

"I'm relieved to see you guys chatting so happily."

He looked at Geralt, and then introduced:

"Geralt, this is Mr. Borch, my friend, and our next entrusted employer."

Geralt raised his eyebrows when he heard this, looked at Wayne with an inexplicable gaze, and said:

"Delegate?"

"Ha, if I remember correctly, today should be my practice dinner, I don't remember, there is any commission that the two of us need to complete."

Wayne didn't care about Geralt's slightly mocking tone, and continued:

"A big commission, Geralt, fifteen hundred Oren each, enough for you to spend more than half a year."

"In the city of Holobol, there are many people who are organizing dragon slaying teams, preparing to go to the mountains to hunt a pregnant green dragon."

Geralt was taken aback by the huge honorarium, but after hearing the content, he frowned again and said:

"Green Dragon? Slaying dragons? ”

"Wayne, you should know that I don't kill dragons, whether it's evil dragons or other dragons, no matter how much money I give me, I won't hunt dragons."

Wayne patted Geralt on the shoulder, signaling him not to get excited, and continued:

"Rest assured, Geralt, this dragon is very important to Mr. Borch, and he paid us a lot of money to hire us, not to slay the dragon, but to protect this dragon and protect her from being killed by other dragon hunters."

"And this dragon is not a bad dragon, she is just a poor mother who wants to protect her children from harm."

Geralt was silent for a few seconds when he heard this, looked at Borch, and then at Wayne beside him, and said in a somewhat silent voice:

"Slaying a dragon is no trivial matter."

"This matter must involve a lot of people from other forces, Wayne, as demon hunters, we probably shouldn't be involved, interacting with too many forces will often get us into some conspiracy."

"This is something that Viselmir should have taught you at the beginning."

Seeing that Geralt seemed to want to lecture him, Wayne immediately offered a killer idea.

He stretched out his hand to interrupt Geralt's preaching, glanced at him, and said:

"It's a bit troublesome, I heard Kayla say that there is a sorceress named Yennefer, and it seems that for special reasons, she is also going to participate in this dragon slaying."

"Geralt, my brother, I think I've heard you say before, you also know a sorceress whose name is Yennefer."

"Do you think they're going to be the same person?"

Hearing Yennefer's name, Geralt was immediately stunned, the last time he met this dream girl was a few years ago.

Because he couldn't stand Yennefa's somewhat perverted desire to control, he quietly left one morning, before Yennefer woke up.

Since then, the sorceress has been in a cold war with him, seemingly deliberately avoiding him, and the two have not seen each other for several years.

I didn't expect to suddenly hear this name in Wayne's mouth, and it also appeared in a rather dangerous dragon slaying incident, which made Geralt, a licking dog, how could he sit still.

He was silent for a few seconds, and then looked up at Wayne's playful gaze, and still stubbornly said:

"But you're right, Wayne, since it's a favor for a friend, and it's also to save a kind green dragon, accepting this commission is what we should do."

After saying this, Geralt took a sip of his beer with some embarrassment, then coughed lightly, and said:

"So, when are we leaving? I think it's better to hurry up, so as not to delay business. ”

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