Castle of Kellmohan.

Geralt's hoarse but sarcastic voice rang out.

"Hahaha, Lambert, you're out of cards!"

"Look at my horn card, the strength of melee units is doubled, seventy-two points, you lose."

After a few seconds, Lambert said in chagrin:

"Damn, Geralt, you must have cheated, drawing three horn cards in a game in a row, how can it be such a coincidence."

Geralt waved his finger a little smugly and said:

"Luck, it's luck."

"I don't know why, every time I play cards with you, my luck is very good."

"Alright, don't be a mother-in-law like a, hand over the bet, twenty crowns, enough for me to buy a barrel of good wine."

Lambert handed over the gold coins with some reluctance, and then muttered:

"Damn, I knew I wouldn't gamble so much, I saved a year's money, but it wasn't enough to lose a few games."

Geralt didn't care about his brother's apologies, he tilted his lips at Lambert, and said:

"It's okay, Lambert, if you don't have any money, you can go to Wayne to borrow some, and when the spring begins, aren't we going to go to Vigema with him on a mission?"

"He's got to pay you a lot, and that little guy has money now."

Lambert was dismissive of this, saying:

"Your Uncle Lambert is not poor enough to go to the juniors to borrow money."

Geralt smiled and said teasingly:

"This winter is still very long, and when you lose to the point where you don't have the money to play GWENT again, I don't think you'll be stubborn."

And while the Gwent duo was arguing, Wayne was also on the training ground outside the castle, training with Eskel in swordsmanship.

This winter, in Kylemohan, practicing swordsmanship is one of Wayne's main tasks.

In terms of the strength of the magic seal, he should already be at the top level of all demon hunters, but with a top physical fitness, his swordsmanship level can only be regarded as excellent, and he can't compete with those real swordsmanship masters.

This is not a lack of speed and strength, but a gap in actual combat experience and various combat skills.

However, Askell is definitely a master of swordsmanship, and although his personality may seem dull, he does not hesitate to help his brother train, and he is a very good sword teacher because of his sophistication and steady play.

Wayne heard Geralt say that this guy never goes to a brothel, and his favorite opposite sex is the kind with horns on his body, and his personality is a bit sullen.

Sonor! Sonor! Sonor! Bang! Bang! Bang!

On the training ground, the two held iron training swords, and they fought back and forth, not giving in to each other.

If he didn't use the magic seal, although Wayne could suppress Eskell in speed and strength, he would often be suppressed by the special swordsmanship skills he used, or strategies such as false moves and feints, in less than two rounds.

This made Wayne a little annoyed at the same time, but also frantically absorbing these actual combat experiences.

As the training time lengthens, perhaps the difference in strength and speed cannot completely defeat Eskel, but often when the high-intensity battle between the two reaches a certain limit, Eskel will lose first due to lack of physical strength.

He waved his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, sat down on the wooden pier beside him, gasped and said:

"No, no, it's still a young man, I'm going to have to rest for a while."

Wayne also gasped slightly, and said with a smile:

"I just have the advantage of good physical strength, but according to the teacher, after you transplant that large red mutant inducer, there should be a second big increase in strength and agility."

"When the time comes, this aspect should not be suppressed by me."

Hearing Wayne mention this, Askell also showed a smile on his face, and said with emotion:

"Thank you for this, brother, I have been looking for a large red mutation inducer for many years, but I have not found a suitable one."

"I didn't expect that you have only been out for a year, and you have brought me such a big surprise, and you are willing to give it to me."

"Don't worry, when you need this thing, I'll give you a better one."

Wayne waved his hand absently and said:

"I'll see this when I talk about this, and soon the evil god mission on the shore of Lake Vigema will need you to help me, and it will be good for me to be able to improve your strength a little."

Eskel nodded, didn't say any more kind words, just said simply:

"No problem, just call me when the time comes, and when I am half a year old, it is estimated that I will also be looking for a commission near the Kingdom of Temeria."

Wayne smiled, the brothers of the Wolf School were very talkative, and when he asked for their help, no one had any opinion, they just asked lightly.

Where, what to fight, when to come.

They didn't worry about their brother cheating on them at all, and they never talked about compensation, which made Wayne's heart warm.

He took off the magic flask on his waist, pressed a switch, and switched to the section of the iced Coke, tilted his head and poured several large sips into his mouth, the sweet taste, the cold and refreshing taste, and the slightly bitter bubbles, he couldn't help but burp.

He changed the flask to a high-end dwarven spirit, then handed it to Askell, and said with a smile:

"Take a sip, the best dwarven spirit, brewed by the dwarven blacksmith master O'Henry, this master is also quite a famous brewer among the dwarves of Carbon Mountain."

Askell raised an eyebrow, although he had not heard of O'Henry's reputation, but the dwarven brew master would never disappoint the spirits lover.

He took the flask, first put it in his hand and observed it, and sighed.

"Magical equipment."

Then he raised his head and poured a large sip into his mouth, however, the intensity of the best dwarven liquor obviously exceeded his expectations, and in less than half a minute, Eskel's face turned red, and even felt a hot breath rushing out of him, he closed his eyes and savored it intoxicated for a long time, and then exhaled a breath of turbidity, and said with a smile:

"What a strong wine! Wayne, how much do you have in this jug, fill me with one later, I really like the taste. ”

Wayne was not stingy, of course, in fact, he preferred mellow red wine and sweet fruit wines to high-strength dwarven spirits, and the few modern drinks he kept to reward himself when he was in a good mood.

While the two were chatting, a tall old man walked in from outside the castle gates, with white hair and a coat that appeared to be a bearskin.

After he saw the two sweaty people on the training ground, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said:

"Yes, Wayne, Eskel, swordsmanship is our art for witchers, so we should study it diligently."

"Geralt and Lambert must be playing GWENT again! Wayne, you shouldn't teach your brother this depraved game, it will only make them lazier and addicted to pleasure. ”

Wayne shrugged his shoulders, he was accustomed to such preaching by Viselmere, and he noticed that the old man was placed in his chest coat, with white fur and shaggy hair, and couldn't help but ask:

"Teacher, what's in your arms, wolf cub?"

Viselmir touched his white beard, nodded and said:

"Didn't you say yesterday that you read a book from the Druids on the Secret of Taming Beasts?"

"I originally wanted to go to the top of the mountain to find a cub of the Winter Eagle for you, but unfortunately I didn't find it, but when I went to the wolf's den to look for it, I found a newborn cryowolf cub."

"This little guy is so strong since he was born, he must be a good seedling, whether it is taking care of the family or hunting for treasures in the future, he can help you."

"But without the right method, it is difficult for ordinary people to tame such an ice wolf, and whether you can become its owner depends on your own ability."

Wayne immediately became interested when he heard this, the ice wolf is a certain wolf attribute monster and the offspring of an ordinary wolf after the intersection of celestial bodies, which can be regarded as a variant of an ordinary wolf.

Adult male ice wolves, who can even grow to the size of wild lions and tigers, are quite famous in the Northern Kingdom, and they are also quite rare and ferocious beasts.

He stretched out his hand and took out the snow-white little wolf from the old hunter's arms, this little guy was about only a little more than a month old, his whole body was furry, his eyes were not open, and he was probably not weaned, and after leaving the old witcher's warm arms, he immediately began to tremble, and a pitiful whimper came out of his little mouth.

Don't know where its parents went? Maybe he was killed by Viselmir.

After seeing this cute performance, Wayne immediately fell in love with this little guy.

He remembered the Chinese pastoral dog raised by his family in his previous life, although he was not beautiful, but he was unusually spiritual, but unfortunately the years were not forgiving, and when he grew up, the dog died of old age.

It's just that I don't know how long this icewolf, who has inherited the bloodline of monsters, has a lifespan.

Watching familiar people and things pass away quietly is also a kind of sadness as an immortal demon hunter.

"Look at its snow-white body, let's call it White Fang, I hope this little guy will obey my orders, otherwise, it would be a pity to kill it."

Thinking of his beast taming, Wayne's expectations were high, and training ice wolves or horses was secondary.

His dream was to train a fleet of aerial mounts, like griffons, wurms or manticores, that would allow people to fly into the skies.

If the Demon Hunters can have such a powerful group of battle partners, I am afraid that no one will dare to underestimate them at that time.

Unfortunately, such beasts are often very ferocious and ferocious, and no legend of a griffin tamed has ever been heard in the world of witchers.

The dragon knights are a bit likely, after all, the dragon clan is very smart and knows the times.

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