When Wayne agreed to Francesca's invitation to look for Geralt in the camp, he found the famous white wolf surrounded by a group of young inhuman races, with a hearty smile on his face.

Opposite him, the big-nosed dwarf Horton, was reluctantly handing over his money bag, his expression very depressed.

Apparently, Geralt's years of training in the Northern Kingdoms, along with some rare Gwent cards he had the cheekiness to get from Wayne, helped him win his first Gwent mentor, Dwarf Houghton.

And those Gwent card lovers around him also cheered for Geralt's victory because of the wonderful duel between the two.

Looking at the lively atmosphere over there, Wayne thought about it and didn't force it in.

Instead of dealing with these strange elven dwarves, it would be more pleasant to return to Torruviel and spend time with this beautiful elf.

His personality is actually not an extrovert, although he is not socially phobic, but he still prefers to deal with acquaintances.

It was the same when he was in Vigema City, if it wasn't for the commission introduced by an acquaintance, or the person he looked at in the right eye, he wouldn't have taken it at all.

It was almost evening, and when she found Torruvier again, she was in her room, reading a book by the light of a kerosene lamp.

Seeing Wayne who had gone and returned, the female elf was a little surprised, she put down the book, brought a stool for Wayne, poured a cup of tea full of flowers, and asked:

"Is there anything else you want from me, Wayne?"

Wayne sat down in his chair, scratched his face, and said with some embarrassment:

"There are so many newcomers in the camp that I don't know them, and I only feel more comfortable when I'm with you."

Torruvier was stunned when she heard this, and she didn't know if she had misunderstood what Wayne meant, and her face, which was always serious on weekdays, also showed a slightly shy smile.

She picked up a metal flask from her bedside table, pointed it to Wayne, and said:

"Would you like to taste my secret cider? This is an apple picked from the Valley of Flowers, and it tastes even better than the last time. ”

"Actually, after talking to you more than half a year ago, I also thought about it a lot, and I happened to have a lot of thoughts in my heart, and I wanted to talk to you again."

Wayne felt that when Toruvelle spoke, there was always a seductive meaning in his eyes, he was no longer a rookie, understood what this meant, and after thinking about it for a few seconds, he did not refuse.

Looking at the slender body, but like a female leopard, the whole body is full of feminine charm of the elf, no man can refuse.

He took out his magic flask, shook it at Torviel, and said:

"I also have a few fine wines from Towcente here, so we can drink them slowly and talk slowly."

"Well, it's still a long time tonight, and if you're bored, I can teach you some tricks on Gwent."

Torruville smiled and took off her fur coat, revealing the fair skin and a white silk shirt.

She picked up her flask and poured Wayne a glass of secret cider, then picked up Wayne's magic flask and poured a glass of mellow red wine into her glass.

With a hint of ruddy on his face, he said:

"I'm just a newbie, you need to teach me well."

At noon the next day, when Wayne came out of Toruvelle's room, the elf was still asleep.

Instead of wearing heavy witcher armor, he changed into a lightweight, handsome satin suit.

On his way to find Geralt, Wayne noticed that the attitude of the people in the camp towards him had changed greatly, most of them seemed to be closer to him, and they would take the initiative to change their smiles when they took pictures, while some of the young elves showed obvious hostility towards him.

Wayne knew what this was, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional, Toruvelle seemed to be very loved and respected by them in the hearts of this group of inhuman races.

When he found Geralt, the famous white wolf was holding several smooth branches, on which were strung with mushrooms of various sizes, colors and markings, which he placed on the flame and roasted them so creaking that an enticing fragrance gradually emanated from the mushrooms.

This is roasted poisonous mushrooms, Geralt's best dish, and it is also a dish that belongs exclusively to witchers, as witchers with full poison resistance, those delicious mushrooms in the forest, but containing various toxins, are a very delicious ingredient for them.

You don't even need a seasoning, just skewer it over the fire or brush it with honey to make it a delicious dish.

Seeing Wayne coming to his side, Geralt whistled lightly, then handed over a bunch of poisonous mushrooms that had already been roasted, and said with a joke:

"I must have been tired last night, I slept in the tent, I could hear your voices, eat some mushrooms to make up for it."

Wayne took the mushroom and took an unceremonious bite, the delicious juice mixed with the delicate mushroom meat, which did not need to be seasoned at all, and it could give off a wonderful taste with an endless aftertaste.

He rolled his eyes, knowing that it was Geralt who was making fun of him, although the female elf had a good time last night, she seemed to be very concerned about the impact, and kept holding back from making a sound, which exacerbated her physical exertion even more, and she fell asleep before dawn, and no one would hear those noises at all.

Not to be outdone, Wayne also smiled and asked Geralt:

"What about the elven widow you slept with last time? Didn't you guys get together this time? ”

When Geralt heard this, he shook his head regretfully and said:

"No, I didn't bother her when I saw that she seemed to have found a new object, and you didn't tell me where the tent I slept in was, so I sat by the fire for the night."

When Wayne heard this, he was immediately a little embarrassed, he didn't expect to stay there when he went to look for the female elf last night, so he forgot about it.

Geralt didn't care about that, as a veteran witcher, it wasn't uncommon for him to sit by the fire for a night, even if he slept in a sewer full of filth.

He picked up another bunch of roasted poisonous mushrooms, picked the largest one and took a bite, and then asked a little vaguely:

"Have you taken care of your business? When will we leave again? ”

"It's better to hurry, I feel like it's going to snow in about half a month."

Wayne thought for a moment, and instead of saying that he was going to see the elven sorceress, he simply mentioned:

"I think we'll be staying for another day or two, and you can take advantage of this time to buy some drinks and food in a nearby city, and when I'm done with my business, we'll leave at once and return to Kyrmohan."

When Geralt heard this, he patted Wayne on the shoulder and said:

"While you may know a lot more than I do, I would warn you, Wayne, not to get yourself involved in a power struggle, which would be too dangerous for these witchers we have no backing on."

Wayne nodded, although he understood the thoughts of Geralt and Viselmir and other witchers, but in terms of his personality, he preferred to take the initiative and put the choice on his side, rather than resigned to fate and wait for a crisis or disaster to come.

In the afternoon, Geralt rode his mount to a nearby human city to buy ingredients that could be stored for a long time.

After all, the people of the Wolf School have to live in the castle for a month or two, and if the supplies are not abundant enough, although it will not affect their survival, but life will definitely be quite hard.

And in the evening, Torruville found him again, and after a night of lingering last night, the elf didn't show too much affection when she got along with him, but Wayne could feel that the elf girl had trusted him more, and seemed to have completely regarded him as her own.

She walked up to Wayne, took his hand, and led him to a room guarded by heavily armed elven warriors a hundred meters away from the camp.

"There's a teleportation array in this room, I'll go in with you later, and when the teleportation array opens, it will teleport us hundreds of kilometers away to the Valley of Hundred Flowers, where Madam Francesca is waiting for us."

"This respectable lady has prepared a dinner for you, and she is very interested in your opinion and wants to have a good chat with you."

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