Chapter 195: Shocked Wolf School Demon Hunter

Seeing the figure standing in the courtyard, Wayne jumped down, and the space bracelet in his right hand waved lightly at the magic flying carpet floating in the air, and the flying carpet was very obedient and got into his space bracelet.

He was wearing a full set of bright and gorgeous dragon skin armor at this time, with dark gold pure gold armor on his left hand, several sparkling gem rings and gemstone bracelets on his right hand, no weapons on his back, only a short sword carved with magic inscriptions hanging from his waist, although the armor on his body had a little frost aura condensed after flying in the cold wind for too long, but the overall appearance looked tall and mighty, well-equipped, and his handsome appearance was comparable to that of the protagonist in any adventure.

Viselmir looked at Wayne's extraordinary gorgeous equipment at a glance, and at the same time he was quite proud in his heart, but he couldn't help but have a little headache.

This is the second year of his apprenticeship, what is going on with this little witcher he accepted? This is too much to toss, whether this is robbing the treasure of a few dragons, or robbing the treasury of a certain kingdom.

Wayne's equipment, although the old witcher can't see any name, he can only recognize the green dragon leather, but the powerful witcher sense can still let him distinguish the powerful magic fluctuations emanating from these equipment, and each piece of equipment is a magic item that should not be underestimated.

Obviously, this year's harvest for this young demon hunter has far exceeded everyone's imagination.

After putting away the magic flying carpet, Wayne ignored the old witcher's somewhat emotional expression, and went up directly to a bear hug, hugged the old man in his arms, patted his back intimately, and said enthusiastically:

"I'm back, teacher."

I haven't seen him for a year, I don't know if it's the influence of the awakening of ancient blood and the innate divine talent, he has grown a little bigger, and his figure is not at all like the weakness of the elves, although he can't be called a devil muscleman, but the muscles on his body are very beautiful, slender and strong, and he can definitely be called tall and heroic.

Ordinary elves are compared to him, and they are sissies.

Now even Withermere no longer looks so tall in front of him.

The old witcher also patted Wayne on the back kindly, and said with a smile:

"Okay, kid, let's go in early, it's cold outside, and everyone is waiting for you."

Entering the castle hall, several members of the Wolf School were indeed sitting by the fire, the white wolf Geralt and Lambert were leisurely playing Quint cards, and Eskell was holding a book about succubi, reading it with relish.

When they saw Wayne, who had come in with Viselmere, the big-mouthed Lambert immediately put down the Quint card, which was about to lose, and opened fire first, saying:

"Ahh Isn't this Venerable Master Wayne? ”

"I thought it was a sorceress who pulled you and didn't let you come back?"

"By the way, it seems to be called Kayla, right? The small, but haughty one. ”

Geralt's face was a little paralyzed, and he pulled the corners of his mouth, and said:

"No, I've already heard Ye Naifa say that it was another red-haired sorceress who pried Kayla's corner, and our little master is now unclear with these two sorceresses, maybe he was entangled by the two of them to come home so late."

Hearing the words of the two big mouths, even Askell, who was obsessed with succubus knowledge on the side, raised his head and asked:

"Don't these two sorceresses know that Wayne is only nineteen years old? By the age of the half-elves, they were simply committing crimes. ”

Geralt and Lambert immediately burst out laughing when they heard this, and Lambert suddenly frowned and said to Askell:

"Old man, don't underestimate our Young Master Wayne, he is much better at dealing with women than you."

"Remember when we dealt with the evil god Dagang at the bottom of the lake?"

"You may not have noticed, but I can see it very clearly, when we were desperately fighting in front, he and the red-haired sorceress hid beside Ye Nefer and secretly kissed each other, and the kiss was called a devotion."

"If we weren't all in the way, they might have done something a long time ago."

When Geralt heard this, he also put down the Gwent card in his hand, looked at Askel with a look that you were too young, and said in a low voice:

"If you want to deal with women, that kid Wayne does have a set."

"We met a beautiful female elf in the underground ruins of the Corvind Elves."

"Wayne and she have only met twice, so he coaxed her into bed, I have seen the way the female elf looked at Wayne, it was definitely not a playful look, she was already deeply fascinated by Wayne."

From the entrance of the castle hall to the fire, only a few dozen steps away, listening to the gossip and discussion of these demon hunter predecessors, Wayne only felt that there were worms crawling in his head, and his heart was twitching, which was very embarrassing.

He even felt that the old witcher who was walking with him on the side looked at him a little wrong, as if he was looking at a playboy.

Wayne took a few quick steps, shook off Viselmir beside him, walked to the table by the fireplace, slammed the table, and waited for everyone's eyes to look at him.

He showed a slightly stiff smile and explained:

"Brothers, teachers, I didn't come back so late this time to get busy with all that mess."

"I've got some gifts for you, definitely something you've never seen before, something that will surprise you."

Hearing that there was a gift, and that it was a gift that Wayne had put a lot of effort to prepare, Geralt and the others didn't really care about what they could get, but they were still very happy in their hearts.

They all stood up and gathered around the table, Lambert whistled, Eskell put down the book in his hand with some reluctance, and even Viselmir looked at Wayne with interest, expecting the young man to come up with something refreshing.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were looking at him, Wayne smiled, and the space bracelet in his hand shook on the table, and four black leather bags immediately appeared.

These leather pouches don't look big, they look quite fine, and they don't know what kind of leather they use, but the whole is not much different from ordinary waist bags.

In the face of the eyes of his companions, Wayne didn't say much, with a mysterious smile on his face, and then reached out and picked up a fanny pack, opened the lid on it, and showed the space inside to everyone.

Viselmir, the old witcher who first saw the situation inside, made a sound in disbelief, and then the others had a similar reaction when they saw the situation inside their waist bags.

Lambert, who had the fastest mouth, asked:

"What's going on, how is the space inside more than ten times larger than it looks on the outside, is this just as magical as your bracelet?"

When Wayne heard this, he didn't sell it, looked at everyone and nodded, and said:

"That's right, these four fanny packs are all magic equipment, and the internal space is about ten times that of ordinary fanny packs, with this thing, although you can't put weapons in them, but things like alchemy bombs, witcher potions, and some other small materials are enough to fit about ten times that of ordinary fanny packs."

"This will give you a lot of convenience in the battle, improve your endurance, and the things that are loaded into it are not loaded, even if you are full of gold coins, it will not make your waist bag heavy."

Lambert's eyes lit up, and he immediately praised: "Good thing! ”

These four fanny packs are actually the most common space items in the world of Azeroth, leather bags made by magicians, roughly equivalent to eight compartments in the game, with one-sixteenth cubic meter of internal space, requiring not only considerable tailoring skills, but also quite advanced arcane magic skills.

It is the cheapest and best-selling magic equipment that can be sold in the magic shop.

Wayne bought a total of ten, each of which was worth ten Azeroth gold coins, equivalent to two hundred Oron, but if you were in the wizarding world, even if you spent a thousand Oron, you might not be able to buy such a piece of space equipment.

With a somewhat surprised and complicated expression, Viselmir picked up another leather bag, looked at it seriously for a while, and then said with emotion:

"Could this be the product of a genius warlock? Its craftsmanship has been quite mature, in the past few hundred years, I have seen, there are very few magic props that can store items, I didn't expect to see so many in front of me now, it seems that the skills of the warlocks have made great progress! ”

Eskell also took a leather bag, looked at it seriously, and said:

"Wayne, are you really going to give this thing to us? This must be a very precious magic item, although we know that you can make money very much, but always take your benefits, so that those of us as seniors feel a little embarrassed. ”

Wayne waved his hand and didn't explain much, although in the future he would definitely tell his companions that he would be able to travel through another world, but now was not the time.

"Don't say that, brothers, just like dealing with the evil gods this year, I will definitely have a lot of places to trouble you in the future."

"Besides, I don't have any other relatives besides you, so isn't it a matter of course to share good things with my family?"

Although Wayne said it very plainly, the hearts of several other witchers felt warm, they were rough men, even if they had such thoughts, they would not say it, and only an extrovert like Wayne would say such a meaty thing so lightly.

Geralt, the closest of the witchers of the same generation to Wayne, unceremoniously took a magic leather pouch, hung it on his belt, and said with a grin:

"Don't worry, Wayne boy, I won't be polite to you, I took this waist bag, don't say it, it's really practical, it's just a good thing tailored for us witchers."

With him as a demonstration, the other people were not polite, and each of them took a magic waist bag and hung it on his waist.

Wayne nodded in satisfaction, then waved his right hand on the table again, and four palm-sized round stones fell out of the spatial bracelet, and a strange magical pattern painted on it was a specialty of the world of Azeroth, an ordinary level Hearthstone.

Looking at these four strange stones, Lambert, who had the straightest personality, was the first to speak.

"Is this, Wayne, a runestone? I seem to have heard of this kind of thing, which can increase the special properties of weapons. ”

Facing the curious eyes of his companions, Wayne smiled mysteriously again, he picked up a piece of Hearthstone, put it in his hand, checked it, and said:

"This isn't a runestone-like stall, it's a powerful magic item."

"Actually, I used to think it was too much trouble to spend a few months a year across several countries and return to Kellmohan."

"With this thing, even if you are in any part of the northern countries, you can return to Kellmohan in a few minutes, across thousands of kilometers, without any problem."

After listening to Wayne's introduction, Geralt, Lambert and Eskell all had expressions of disbelief and surprise on their faces, but Viselmir didn't have much suspicion at all, but touched his beard, also picked up a piece of Hearthstone, put it in front of his eyes, and observed it carefully.

However, as a demon hunter, although the old man has a lot of experience, he has no talent for research, and he has seen anything for a long time, and he has not seen anything strange from this stone from another world.

The old witcher smashed his mouth and asked in a somewhat puzzled tone:

"Is this a magic item like a warlock's portal?"

"But I don't feel any magic fluctuations from this, and if you hadn't told me that it was a magic item, I would have thought it was an ordinary stone."

Wayne is not surprised by this, after all, it is all new, and everyone needs a certain amount of time to accept it.

He picked up a piece of Hearthstone, then looked at everyone, and introduced the functions, usage, and precautions of Hearthstone in detail.

"With this thing, returning to Kellmohan every year in the future can save us a few months, and even, once there is any emergency, we can reunite Kellmorham in an instant, not only to travel, but also to escape, what do you think of this thing?"

The others looked at Hearthstone in a daze, and if it wasn't Wayne who introduced it, but some merchant or warlock, they would have thought that guy was a fraud.

But now it's Wayne who says this, this guy is arguably the most amazing young man of the Wolf School witchers, and it's no surprise that he's done a lot of shocking things.

The others were still lost in thought, and did not speak, but Viselmir was the first to react, and he reached out and touched his beard, and said in an emotional tone:

"If this thing is as amazing as you say, Wayne, then you're going to do me a great favor."

"I'm old now, and the time I spend on the road every year makes me feel very irritable, and with this thing I can stay in the castle more often and not go out anymore."

Hearing the old witcher's emotion, the others also came back to their senses and couldn't help but praise Wayne loudly for this gift.

This magic prop that can go home at any time is simply the best gift for those of them who are attached to their homeland, and while they accept this gift, they are also thinking in their hearts that they will also bring a gift that can make Wayne feel satisfied next year.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be too embarrassing for them to be seniors?

However, just when they thought that Wayne's gift was only these two good things, who knew that Wayne's right hand was about to wave on the table, and the originally empty table was immediately filled with countless things.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I have prepared a lot of other good things, you wait for me to introduce them one by one."

(Relatives visited, drank at night, hehe!) )

(End of chapter)