Chapter 110: Trip to Velen

The dragon-tooth horn was indeed very effective. Five days after Wayne blew the horn, Borch returned to Wyzima and appeared in front of his house.

The short, stout man with short brown hair looked a bit anxious. Only after seeing Wayne did he relax slightly and ask with confusion:

"My friend, hearing your call, I thought something had happened to you, so I flew over without a moment's delay."

"However, you look like you're in good spirits. Is there something you need my help with?"

Wayne warmly invited Borch into the house, prepared wine and food for him, and only after letting him rest for a while did he tell him roughly about the situation in Velen.

"You know, Borch, although several Witchers of our Wolf School generally don't go hunting dragons, we cannot guarantee that Witchers from other schools won't do so."

"And according to the information that came through, that green dragon in Velen should indeed be an evil dragon. More than five farmers have died at its hands, and there have even been records of it burning down villages."

"Even if we Witchers don't take action in the end, there will be sorcerers, mages, or human armies that will move against it."

"That is why I summoned you here, wanting to ask for your opinion. Although it is of your own kind, it truly should pay the price for its actions."

Borch was also somewhat silent upon hearing this. Being able to hear news of another of his kind, he was indeed a bit happy. However, if the other party was an evil dragon, as a kind-hearted golden dragon who had always been supported by humans, he likewise couldn't accept such a companion.

After about a dozen seconds, Borch drank a glass of strong liquor and said seriously:

"I've thought it through, my friend. Let's do it the way you said."

"If that green dragon is willing to surrender, I will imprison it in Zerrikania forever. If it decides to resist to the end, we will have no other choice but to kill it."

Seeing that Borch could think through this matter, Wayne was quite gratified.

This might be a quite difficult contract for Borch, but looking at his somewhat distressed expression, Wayne suddenly joked: "What if the other party is also a female dragon?"

Borch's expression stiffened, then he rested his chin on his hand and began to seriously consider Wayne's question. After a few seconds, he shook his head with some regret:

"The handling method remains the same. My wife, Myrgtabrakke, will not allow me to have another mate."

"However, if she also has young dragonlings, I will adopt that child."

After the disposal method for the green dragon was discussed, Wayne immediately packed his luggage and equipment, rode directly on Borch, the golden dragon, and flew toward Velen, wanting to rendezvous with George of the Griffin School.

And at this time, the benefits of a flying mount were reflected. Traveling from Wyzima to Velen, George had ridden for two full days, over fifty hours.

While Wayne and Borch set off in the evening and only spent a little over four hours, arriving near the village called Crow's Perch before dawn.

Before coming to Velen, Wayne had already inquired from Keira that the current lord of Velen was Baron Viserad, and most of the territory in this area was his fief.

However, although this Baron's territory exceeded that of many Earls, or even Dukes, because most of this territory consisted of wasteland, swamps, and poor mountains and bad waters, Baron Viserad actually didn't have many subjects, and even those he had were just poor wretches who couldn't even fill their stomachs.

So this Baron could only be considered a marginal figure in the Kingdom of Temeria and had no real power at all.

And Wayne and Borch's purpose in coming to Velen this time was only for the green dragon; they had no intention of dealing with this backwater noble.

After arriving at the destination, the two waited for a few hours in the woods outside Crow's Perch until dawn. He used the disguise glasses gifted by Keira to disguise himself as an ordinary human mercenary, while Borch disguised himself as a traveling noble knight, and the two entered Crow's Perch openly.

This village, surrounded by high wooden walls, had quite a few people, about two or three hundred residents. As the direct territory of the Baron of Velen, although there was no so-called commercial district within Crow's Perch, compared to other villages in Velen, it barely had a few small shops with clear divisions of labor, which could already be considered prosperous.

Wayne and Borch wandered around the village for half a day before finding a small tavern that was still operating.

The owner was a woman who still retained her charm, named Lisa. It was said that her husband had died in the mouth of a monster. She had read books for a few years and knew how to account and deal with people, so she brought her son to run this small shop to make a living.

There were very few guests in Velen, and even fewer in Crow's Perch. Borch and Wayne were the only customers in the shop. In order to make money, this woman was quite enthusiastic in her hospitality.

Her cooking was not bad. Although the food and wine in the tavern couldn't be called very delicious, compared to other poor backwaters, it was at least handled quite cleanly, and several plates of mushrooms picked from the forest also tasted very fresh. The only pity was that a fresh thing like Gwent had not yet spread to a poor place like Velen, causing Wayne's plan to find a few new players to fall through.

The two ate and drank in the tavern, playing Gwent when bored, until the sun was about to set in the afternoon, when Lisa's son, whom Wayne had hired for a few copper coins, led a dusty man in from outside the door. It was George, who had come to rendezvous with them.

Seeing Wayne and Borch beside him, George also clearly relaxed. He greeted the two with a smile and, under Wayne's brief introduction, sat down at the table.

Borch had always been a dragon with a very strong sense of curiosity. After seeing George, he also asked George about many of his Witcher exploits, just as he had once encountered Wayne.

George, who came from the Griffin School, had a good temper and was also very curious about Borch's identity as a golden dragon. The three of them chatted one sentence after another, which was quite pleasant.

Time quickly reached evening. Although it was time for farm work to end, perhaps because the residents here in Velen were too poor, no one came to Lisa's small tavern to spend money, leaving the widow who still retained her charm sitting on the counter, somewhat worried.

After chatting for a long time, seeing it was dinner time, Wayne reached out and called Lisa. The widow, who had been somewhat distressed because business was too poor, immediately ran over diligently.

She avoided George, who looked somewhat strange, her plump body touching Wayne's arm intentionally or unintentionally, and asked with some expectation: "Guest, do you need any more wine or food?"

Wayne nodded with a smile, took out a few golden Orens, placed them on the table, and said in a gentle tone: "Landlady, my friend has traveled a long way here and should be tired and thirsty."

"Bring all the best wine and the best food in your shop."

"We men have big appetites. If your food is not enough, go out and buy some back. We must be allowed to eat to our heart's content."

Looking at the gold coins on the table, Lisa immediately beamed with joy and put them away. She called her son to bring over a few bottles of good wine from the counter, then bent over, revealing the fair skin on her chest, and said diligently:

"Okay, guest, please rest assured, I will go prepare it immediately. Allen next door is the best hunter in the village; he must still have fresh game at home. I will go buy some back now."

When the landlady went to prepare the food, Wayne handed a bottle of Wyzima Champion to George and said: "How did things go, George?"

"Did you find news of that green dragon?"

George picked up the Wyzima Champion, took a hearty sip, and then said: "I arrived in Velen two days ago and have been tracking news of that green dragon. I already had some clues, but yesterday I was delayed by something."

Wayne raised an eyebrow and asked:

"What happened?"

George's expression was also somewhat depressed. He took another sip of wine and said:

"The officials here found me and entrusted me to investigate something."

"Near a lighthouse close to the seaside, ships were always running aground and dying in that vicinity. They suspected that ghosts were at work, so they asked me to investigate it clearly."

Speaking of this, George's expression was somewhat angry, and he said indignantly:

"As a result, after I investigated, I discovered that it was just a few local thugs who, in order to murder for money, deliberately lit bonfires on the coast dense with reefs, pretending to be a lighthouse to attract passing ships, causing them to run aground."

"I found the culprits, but those thugs should have had some connections locally. Not only did they refuse to admit it, but they also wanted to frame me in return, finding seven or eight people to besiege me, preparing to kill me to silence me."

"I defeated them, beat them until they were looking for their teeth on the ground, and didn't let them leave until the officials here came over."

"Fortunately, the officials here were still reasonable. Knowing that I was investigating this case, they didn't believe the lies of those unruly peasants. After hanging a few people, they caught all those culprits and put them in jail."

"Otherwise, perhaps I would have had to spend tonight in a jail cell too."

Hearing George's encounter, Wayne frowned and didn't speak. Borch, however, asked curiously: "Are the thugs here very powerful? How could they think they could defeat a Witcher and kill him to silence him?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 111 =====