Chapter 118: The Journey Back

In the dining room of Wayne's house, two Wolf School Witchers were eating happily around the hot pot made by Wayne.

The rich soup base, boiling various fresh and delicious ingredients, combined with the dipping sauce made of various spices and chili sauce—that kind of deliciousness made Geralt, who had never eaten hot pot, unable to stop eating.

"You've gained weight, Geralt."

"It seems that living with Yennefer has made you live very well."

Geralt shrugged, fished out a large piece of beef from the hot pot with a spoon, put it in his mouth, and ate it happily. After finally swallowing it into his stomach, he smacked his lips with aftertaste, then picked up a glass of high-end cherry mead and drank it in one gulp, saying pointedly: "You should be doing well too, Wayne. I see that the wine in your wine cabinet is almost full. You haven't worked hard at night."

"And, there are quite a few good things added to this house. It seems you haven't been idle during this time either."

"Can you tell me what you've been doing in the half year since I left?"

Wayne laughed. There was nothing worth hiding about what he did, so he told him roughly about some missions he executed and some monsters he encountered.

Of course, he talked about the operation in Velen in the most detail, and at the same time told him that he had obtained precious Elven manuscripts, green dragon materials, and made friends with George.

"Green dragon? Evil god Dagon? Griffin School?"

Originally, hearing that Wayne participated in the dragon-slaying mission in Velen, Geralt's heart was a little unhappy, but after hearing him explain that he invited the golden dragon Borch and a Griffin School Witcher to act together, it turned into an interested expression.

He had also encountered a guy from the Griffin School more than ten years ago, but that guy was rigid in doing things, didn't like to accept money for work, and always liked to preach to others, which was not likable.

Wayne nodded and said:

"Yes, his name is George, a Witcher with exquisite swordsmanship and the ability to use powerful Signs. Their past Griffin School fortress was located in the Kovir mountains."

"However, it seems that because of an avalanche orchestrated by sorcerers, their school suffered heavy losses, and now it has almost completely withered."

Geralt's expression became somewhat silent upon hearing this, and he said in a dull voice: "George of the Griffin School? That's a famous guy. When he became a Witcher, I wasn't even born yet. Do you still remember the painting we carved on the city wall of Kaer Morhen?"

Wayne thought for a few seconds upon hearing this, and his expression became somewhat strange and asked back: "George the Dragon Slayer?"

Geralt nodded and said:

"Yes, that's the painting, the mural of a Witcher riding a horse, killing a huge monster under the cheers of the people."

"This matter was very famous at the time, and it spread very widely, but the local rulers and those residents didn't know that the horse the Witcher rode was just a means of transportation, and we wouldn't fight on horseback, and what George killed was not an evil dragon, but just a cockatrice."

Wayne was also amused by this joke upon hearing this. His memory indeed had this painting, and he didn't think that George was the protagonist of that painting when he met him.

It could only be said that the life of a Witcher was truly very long. Perhaps before you died, what you did would become a legend in other people's mouths, and even be praised for several generations.

It was just a pity that the glorious era of Witchers had ended, and the current Witchers were living very miserably, which also gave Wayne the idea of wanting to revive this profession.

After talking about George, the two also talked about the evil god Dagon and the underwater half-fishman city under Wyzima Lake.

Hearing that this matter involved the Lady of the Lake, and that the purpose of the evil god Dagon was to turn this huge lake into the territory of his evil god, threatening the safety of the entire Kingdom of Temeria, Geralt didn't consider long before agreeing.

However, he proposed that this matter should be formally carried out next spring. At that time, they could take all the Wolf School brothers when leaving Kaer Morhen, and then make an appointment with George of the Griffin School. If four or five Witchers acted together, it was thought that even that evil god Dagon would not be too big a problem.

For Geralt's proposal, Wayne readily agreed. This was about the same as his original plan, except that his plan also required a few spellcasters to act together.

The two ate and drank, bragged and fought, until all the ingredients in the hot pot were eaten, and Geralt stretched his waist with aftertaste, his expression indescribably pleasant.

Perhaps staying by Yennefer's side could let the White Wolf Geralt experience the happiness of love, but only by his good brother's side would he truly relax, without any scruples, and reveal his unadorned personality.

"It's going to snow soon, and we also have to hurry up and set off for Kaer Morhen." "If we don't set off quickly, the heavy snow will block the mountain."

Wayne nodded upon hearing this. They had been down the mountain for nine months, and he was also quite missing Master Vesemir and several other Wolf School brothers.

And he had money now, and also had excellent equipment-making materials like dragon skin and dragon bones. He prepared to prepare some good gifts for every brother after returning this time.

Of course, even if he wanted to return to Kaer Morhen, it was not something that had to be done immediately. That place was just a dilapidated castle, and he had to bring some living supplies like every year before he could set off.

And Wayne was also different from lone Witchers like Geralt. He also had to spend two days saying goodbye to his friends in Wyzima one by one, telling them that he would return here in the coming spring and let them not worry.

Keira's reaction was a bit intense. After all, they had been entertaining every few days for the past half year. Suddenly not being able to see each other for a few months made the sorceress a bit unaccustomed.

But the two were neither a couple nor lovers, and she had no reason to keep Wayne, so she could only sulk a little by herself, and at the same time think more deeply about the relationship between the two.

A few days later, Wayne and Geralt bought a large amount of supplies in the city, prepared many gifts, and filled their two mounts full. He entrusted his house to the little ground spirit Lara and her family to take care of, then set off and left Wyzima, following the route he came, and started the journey back to Kaer Morhen.

This return journey was different from when he came. Without the obstruction of missions, their speed was more rapid. Wayne rode his mount Lucifer and Geralt together, and only spent one day arriving at the small town of Flotsam.

They didn't stay in this small town, but found the captain who had been appointed by Wayne in advance at the port, Blackbeard Wesker.

This captain from Skellige was still the same as he saw at the beginning of the year, strong, wearing a gray fur coat, looking like a black bear walking upright.

The last cooperation was quite pleasant. This time, Blackbeard Wesker specially left two best cabins for the two, supplying them to the two Witchers.

At the same time, after a whole year of hard work, Wesker had gathered a more excellent deck, preparing to have a showdown with Wayne in Gwent to wash away the humiliation of failure in the first half of the year.

Of course, such an idea was futile. Even if Wayne showed mercy many times, he still beat Wesker and his crew until they were looking for their teeth on the ground, winning many specialties from the Skellige Isles.

Geralt, who was also full of confidence, lost dozens of Orens under Blackbeard Wesker's exquisite card skills, which made the famous White Wolf very frustrated, and at the same time more obsessed with studying Gwent technology.

It was another seven or eight days of sailing journey. Until the time came to late October, Wayne and Geralt finally stepped on the territory of the Kingdom of Kaedwen again.

After coming to this country that left a deep impression on Wayne and also held serious discrimination against non-human races, Wayne immediately thought of Toruviel and their group of non-human residents he had encountered in the Elven ruins.

The two also had an agreement when they parted, that they would meet again when they returned to the North at the end of the year.

For his promise, Wayne would never abandon it. Taking advantage of the fact that it was still early and the Northern Kingdoms had not started to snow, he told Geralt his idea of wanting to go to the Elven ruins.

Geralt also didn't forget the place where he learned Gwent, considered it for a few seconds, and agreed to Wayne's suggestion.

The two moved forward quietly in the Kingdom of Kaedwen, avoiding those human gathering places that held discrimination against non-human races, followed the route they set off at the beginning of the year, and spent a few days, finally arriving at the forest where the Elven ruins were located.

When they were riding horses and moving toward the position of the large karst cave in their memory, before they approached the entrance of the cave, a surprised voice came down from a tree not far away.

"Wayne! Is that you?"

As soon as the voice fell, a beautiful Elven girl wearing a fur jacket, with a slender figure and two black braided braids, jumped down from the tree.

It was Toruviel, whom he hadn't seen for more than half a year.

(Three chapters have been updated, there is another chapter in the afternoon, mwah!)

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