Chapter 107: The Witcher of the Griffin School

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, two months passed, bringing the time to the midsummer of July 1250.

Over these two months, Wayne purchased a large amount of raw materials, spending nearly one thousand orens each month to train his Alchemy, Crafting, and Smithing skills all to level four.

However, his Alchemy and Smithing had only just leveled up, while his Alchemy was already close to the next upgrade.

Besides that, due to diligent archery practice and the consumption of many metal arrowheads, his archery also reached level 3, which could be considered an adaptation to the usage of medieval ancient bows and reaching a standard capable of actual combat.

The only pity was that the elven bow and arrows gifted to him by Toruviel, while highly accurate, could no longer match the draw weight of his witcher physique, which was nearly four times that of an ordinary person, failing to effectively utilize the advantage of his astonishing arm strength.

The task of finding a powerful bow was also placed on Wayne's agenda.

And thanks to the efforts of him and Fize over the past two months, nearly several hundred drowners were killed by his fish-bombing method; even if they were slow-witted, the drowner leaders in the underwater city sensed that something was wrong.

In the days that followed, no matter how Fize provoked them outside the city, the remaining drowners no longer slipped out of their lair, instead adopting a turtle-like defensive stance, forcing Wayne to stop his fish-bombing activities.

However, it was not that Wayne had no other options; in order to help the Lady of the Lake eliminate this trouble, he prepared to invite the two sorceresses, Keira and Triss, to help him conduct a great underwater city adventure when the opportunity was right.

Of course, he would also invite a few fellow witchers to act together at that time, striving to clear out this hidden danger on the shores of Lake Vizima in one go, which could also be considered repaying a favor to the Lady of the Lake.

This afternoon, he went to Master O'Henry's smithy as usual to learn smithing techniques and play Gwent.

The old blacksmith had accumulated a huge pile of various high-quality forging materials over so many years; relying on his exquisite Gwent skills, he had already fished quite a few good materials from this dwarven master blacksmith, which made the old man ache with regret.

Of course, Wayne was not a stingy person; to make up for Master O'Henry's regret of always losing at cards, he would bring a bottle of fine wine and some homemade snacks to go with the drinks every time he visited.

These fine wines and dishes made the old dwarf very happy, and he was even more affectionate toward Wayne than he was to his nephew Andrew, which made the young dwarf Andrew complain several times in front of him, only to be bought off by more fine wine sent by Wayne.

"Hey, brother Wayne, do you know?"

"A witcher came to the shop this morning; his silver sword was damaged and is currently being repaired by the old blacksmith in the shop."

Seeing Wayne arrive, Andrew immediately trotted up, took a flagon of dwarven spirits from the basket he was carrying without standing on ceremony, took a big gulp, and began to share the shop's gossip.

"Although that witcher doesn't talk much, I heard him talking to the old blacksmith and learned that his next stop is Velen, where the nobles seem to have a bounty out for a green dragon."

Hearing Andrew's gossip, Wayne immediately became interested; it had been almost half a year since he left Kaer Morhen, and apart from Geralt, he hadn't seen any other witchers, nor had he even heard any news, let alone one who should be from another school.

Wayne asked hurriedly:

"Do you know where he went, Andrew?"

Andrew took another big gulp of wine, downing nearly a third of the two-liter flagon in two swallows; he exhaled a cloud of murky alcoholic breath, his face turning bright red in an instant, though his eyes seemed to become even more excited.

"He probably went to Old York's Fox Inn; it's the cheapest and most affordable place, and that witcher was dressed in rags, not looking like he had any money."

"He's coming to pick up his sword tomorrow morning, so he should be staying in Vizima for the night."

Hearing this news, Wayne couldn't sit still; he handed the wine and food in his hand to Andrew and said with a smile:

"These are the snacks I made, there's roast chicken and beef; take them to your uncle, Master O'Henry, to go with his drinks." "Don't eat too much of it, or you'll surely get another beating."

After Andrew took the basket, he opened the lid without a care, tore off a big chicken leg from inside, stuffed it into his mouth, and said nonchalantly:

"It's fine, my skin is thick anyway; if I don't get slapped a few times a day, I don't feel comfortable all over."

Listening to Andrew's hearty remarks, Wayne couldn't help but smile; although Andrew was likely a bit older than him, Wayne felt that this guy was just a child who never grew up, which was very interesting.

After waving goodbye to Andrew, he headed straight for the Fox Inn.

He hadn't been there for a while, so it was a good time to visit Old York and also Aunt Melissa, the good sister who had helped his mother a lot in the past.

Passing through the slums and walking for about five minutes, the old tavern with smoke rising from it appeared before his eyes.

It was noon, so there probably weren't many guests in the shop.

As soon as he approached, Wayne saw Old York squatting on a wooden stump beside the main entrance, holding a pipe in his hand, squinting one eye, and puffing on the pipe contentedly.

The old man opened his eyes, and after seeing the neatly dressed, tall, and handsome Wayne, he gave a disdainful "tch" and said with a slightly sarcastic tone:

"Isn't this Master Wayne? A respectable person like you, why have you come to our shabby tavern?"

"This doesn't fit your status."

Wayne knew that this old man was a guy with a hard mouth but a soft heart, quite tsundere, so he didn't argue with him, but instead took a pack of tobacco he had just bought from a high-end store out of his pocket, threw it into the old man's hand, and said: "Alright, stop digging at me, old man, this is my tribute to you."

Old York took the tobacco, smelled it in front of his nose, and then showed an expression of "you kid is sensible," looking at Wayne and saying: "What's wrong, do you have something to find me for? Or did you kid cause trouble again and want me to clean up your mess?"

Wayne waved his hand; having lived in Vizima for a few months, he had indeed troubled Old York, this local snake, with a few things, but he was very well-behaved now, spending all his time on improving his skills and never holding grudges against anyone.

"Hahaha, can't I just come to see you?"

After hearing this, Old York showed a disdainful expression again and said with a smile: "Bullshit, you kid aren't that sensible; would you come to find me if there wasn't anything?"

"Alright, if you have something to say, say it quickly; let me see if I can help you."

Wayne shook his head and said: "I really didn't come to find you, Old York; I just heard that a witcher came to your shop, so I came over to get to know him."

Hearing this, Old York nodded thoughtfully, took a puff of his pipe, and said: "There is indeed one, he seems to have a griffin emblem hanging on his chest, which is very different from your Wolf School emblem."

"He is sitting at that seat near the back door; his temper is quite good, and one can tell at a glance that he is a decent person."

As he spoke, he squinted his eyes and warned: "They say that peers are enemies."

"You kid aren't looking to fight him, are you? If you dare to fight in my shop and smash it up, I will definitely make you pay."

(Thanks to the big bosses Sixia, Fuyun Shuguai, Xue Zhi Shang, and 20180724164934059 for their generous rewards, mwah, thanks for the support.) (End of chapter)