Chapter 120: Toruviel's Room

By the time Wayne agreed to Francesca's invitation and went to the camp to find Geralt, he found that the famous White Wolf was surrounded by a group of young non-human races, revealing a pleasant smile on his face.

And opposite him, the big-nosed dwarf Horton was handing over his purse with great reluctance, his expression very depressed.

Obviously, Geralt's Gwent technology, which had been tempered in the Northern Kingdoms for a year, and some rare Gwent cards he had cheekily asked for from Wayne, helped him wash away his shame and win his first Gwent teacher, the dwarf Horton.

And the Gwent lovers around also cheered for Geralt's victory because of the wonderful duel between the two.

Looking at the lively atmosphere there, Wayne thought about it and didn't force his way in.

Rather than dealing with these strange Elves and dwarves, it was better to return to Toruviel's side and get along with this beautiful Elf, which was more pleasant.

His personality was actually not extroverted. Although he couldn't say he was socially phobic, he still preferred to deal with acquaintances.

It was the same when he was in Wyzima. If it wasn't a contract introduced by an acquaintance, or someone he liked, he wouldn't accept it at all.

It was almost evening now. When he found Toruviel again, she was in her room, watching a book by the light of a kerosene lamp.

Seeing Wayne who returned, the female Elf was a little surprised. She put down the book, moved a stool for Wayne, and poured a cup of tea full of floral fragrance before asking:

"Is there anything else you want to find me for, Wayne?"

Wayne sat on the chair, scratched his face, and said somewhat embarrassedly: "There are too many newcomers in the camp, and I don't know them. Only when I am with you do I feel comfortable."

Toruviel was stunned upon hearing this. I don't know if she misunderstood Wayne's meaning, but the face that was always serious on weekdays also revealed a slightly shy smile.

She picked up a metal wine flagon from beside her bedside table, faced Wayne, and said:

"Do you want to taste my homemade apple wine again? This is an apple picked from Dol Blathanna, and the taste is better than the last time."

"Actually, after talking to you more than half a year ago, I also thought a lot. I also have many thoughts in my heart that I want to chat with you again."

Wayne felt that when Toruviel spoke, her eyes always had a kind of hook. He was no longer a rookie and understood what this meant. After considering it for a few seconds, he didn't refuse.

Looking at the slender Elf, who was like a female leopard, full of feminine charm, no man could refuse.

He took out his magic wine flagon, shook it at Toruviel, and said:

"I also have several kinds of fine wines from Toussaint here. We can drink slowly and chat slowly."

"It just so happens that the time tonight is still very long. If you feel bored, I can also teach you some Gwent techniques."

Toruviel laughed upon hearing this, took off the fur coat draped over her body, revealing the fair skin inside and a white silk shirt.

She picked up her wine flagon, poured a glass of homemade apple wine for Wayne, and picked up Wayne's magic wine flagon, pouring a glass of mellow red wine into her cup.

With a hint of redness on her face, she said:

"I'm just a novice, you have to teach me well."

At noon the next day, when Wayne came out of Toruviel's room, the female Elf was still sleeping soundly.

He didn't wear the heavy Witcher armor anymore, but changed into a set of light and handsome silk clothes.

On his way to find Geralt, Wayne clearly felt that the people in this camp had a great change in their attitude toward him. Most people seemed to be more intimate with him and would take the initiative to change into smiles when they met, while some young Elves showed obvious hostility toward him. Wayne knew why this was. He couldn't help but feel a little emotional in his heart. Toruviel seemed to be very loved and respected by this group of non-human races.

When he found Geralt, the famous White Wolf was holding a few smooth branches, with mushrooms of various sizes, colors, and patterns strung on the branches. He put these mushrooms on the flame and roasted them until they sizzled, and an alluring fragrance gradually emanated from the mushrooms.

This was roasted poisonous mushrooms, a kind of cuisine Geralt was best at, and also a cuisine unique to Witchers. As Witchers with full poison resistance, those mushrooms in the forest that were delicious but contained various toxins were a very delicious ingredient for them.

They didn't even need seasoning. Just string them up and roast them on the fire, or brush them with some honey, and they could become a delicious delicacy.

Seeing Wayne come to his side, Geralt whistled lightly, then handed over a string of roasted poisonous mushrooms, teased: "You must be exhausted last night. I slept in the tent and could hear your voices. Eat some mushrooms to make up for it."

Wayne took the mushroom and bit it without ceremony. The delicious juice mixed with the tender mushroom meat, completely without seasoning, could emit a wonderful taste, with endless aftertaste.

He rolled his eyes, knowing that this was Geralt teasing him. Although the female Elf played very happily last night, she also seemed to care about the influence, always trying her best not to make a sound, which exacerbated her physical exertion, and she fell asleep before dawn, so no one would hear those movements.

Wayne was not to be outdone and teased Geralt:

"What about the Elven widow who slept with you last time? Didn't you guys get together this time?"

Geralt shook his head with some regret upon hearing this and said:

"No, I saw that she seemed to have found a new target, so I didn't disturb her, and you didn't tell me where the tent for sleeping was, so I sat by the fire for a whole night."

Wayne felt a bit embarrassed upon hearing this. When he went to find the female Elf last night, he didn't expect to stay there, so he forgot about this.

Geralt didn't care about this. As a senior Witcher, let alone sitting by the fire for a whole night, even if he had to sleep in a sewer full of filth, it wasn't something that hadn't happened.

He picked up another string of roasted poisonous mushrooms himself, bit the biggest one, and asked somewhat vaguely: "Is your business handled? When are we going to set off again?"

"It's better to be fast. I feel that it will snow in about half a month."

Wayne thought about it and didn't mention his plan to meet the Elven sorceress, but simply mentioned:

"It should take another day or two. You can take this time to go to the

Hearing this, Geralt patted Wayne on the shoulder and said:

"Although you may see many things more clearly than I do, I still must warn you, Wayne: do not get yourself involved in power struggles. For witchers like us who have no backing, that is truly too dangerous."

Wayne nodded. Although he understood the thoughts of Geralt, Vesemir, and the other witchers, given his personality, he preferred to seize the initiative and keep the power of choice in his own hands, rather than just letting things slide and leaving his fate to heaven, waiting for a crisis or disaster to descend.

In the afternoon, Geralt rode his mount, Roach, to a nearby human city to purchase food supplies that could be stored for a long time.

After all, the members of the Wolf School would be living in the castle for a month or two. If the supplies were not abundant enough, while it wouldn't affect their survival, life would certainly be quite miserable.

In the evening, Toruviel found him again. After the intimacy of the previous night, although the elf did not act overly affectionate while with him, Wayne could feel that the elven girl trusted him even more; it seemed she had completely come to regard him as one of her own.

She walked to Wayne's side, took his hand, and led him to a room a hundred meters away from the camp, which was guarded by fully armed elven warriors. After dismissing the guards, she whispered: "There is a teleportation array in this room. I will go in with you in a moment. When the array is activated, it will transport us to the Valley of Flowers, several hundred kilometers away. Lady Francesca is waiting for us there."

"This respectable lady has specially prepared a dinner for you. She is very interested in your insights and wants to have a good chat with you."

(Thanks to Beidangyun, Red Shore Flower, Daji and Bigan, Wilderness Demigod, Ghost Saint, Xiao Ye, Longtao Wang, and other big bosses for their tips.) (End of chapter)