Chapter 131

"A Leshen is indeed a very dangerous monster, and it is also a monster that can cast spells."

"Triss, will you accept this contract?"

Although Wayne asked this question, he already had the answer in his heart.

The red-haired beauty inviting him to be a guest at home so actively was definitely not just for this meal, nor was it coveting his body. It was highly likely that she had taken a fancy to his strength as a witcher and wanted to find a powerful helper.

Of course, this could already be considered a quite sincere invitation, compared to some other employers who just post a notice and then engage in various messy operations like deception, defaulting on debts, and lying about the truth after the contract is completed.

It could only be said that Wayne's style of only accepting contracts from acquaintances had saved him a lot of trouble.

Sure enough, Triss showed a somewhat difficult expression on her beautiful face upon hearing this and said pointedly:

"It's hard for me to refuse this contract."

"Although the Duke of Maribor said he would send soldiers to assist me, how can I trust those farmers who have just learned to use weapons?"

"I now hope for a powerful warrior, a true swordplay master to help me. Only then will I have the confidence to deal with a powerful Leshen."

"Are you willing to help me complete this contract together, Wayne?"

As Triss's voice fell, the system's prompt sound immediately rang in his ears.

Ding! Mission triggered, 【Handle the Trouble at the Mine】, Master-level.

Do you accept?

Hearing this sound, Wayne's heart tightened slightly. It was actually a master-level mission, and the mission name didn't mention the name of the Leshen, so the enemy faced in this mission had a certain probability of being more powerful than a Leshen.

However, thinking of the rewards of a master-level mission, Wayne didn't have the slightest intention of wanting to refuse in his heart.

Setting aside the gold coin rewards and the rare-level items from other worlds that might be obtained, just the mission experience was equivalent to the sum of more than a hundred ordinary-level missions.

He licked his lips, looked at the red-haired beauty with those pleading eyes, thought for a moment, and said: "Although the strength of a Leshen is very powerful, and there are precedents of witchers dying at the hands of a Leshen, Triss, if you are willing to discuss more with me when acting and respect my professional opinions, I am willing to deal with this monster together with you."

"Um, this is also one of our witcher's duties."

After saying this somewhat seriously, Wayne showed a gentle smile and added:

"Besides, being able to be a protector for a beautiful lady like you, I believe no man would refuse."

Hearing Wayne agree, a smile bloomed on Triss's face again. Although they had only executed one mission together, as a witcher, in the heart of a sorceress, he was naturally more trustworthy than ordinary soldiers.

Not to mention that Wayne's performance gave people the impression of being a gentlemanly and handsome powerful witcher. It's not just men who like beauties; ladies also like handsome guys.

Triss covered her mouth and chuckled, looking at Wayne with seductive eyes, and said:

"Thank you for your compliment, Wayne."

"However, I also know the rules of witchers. We can talk about the reward now."

………………

The next morning, Wayne woke up from his own home—yes, his own home.

The beautiful Lady Triss didn't let Wayne stay at her house. I don't know if this lady was more conservative than she looked, or because of Keira's influence, the two handsome men and beautiful women didn't cross the line of friends.

After talking about the reward, the two played a few games of Gwent and chatted about their respective lives. They didn't have a deep understanding of each other when they were together before because Keira was always present.

It was only through the long talk that night that the two had a new understanding of each other.

As for the reward problem, Triss originally wanted to pay Wayne one thousand orens as a reward. It could only be said that she was worthy of being a sorceress; this reward was already quite high. The famous White Wolf Geralt didn't necessarily earn that much in a year.

However, Wayne, who was not short of money, rejected this proposal. He now wanted Triss to owe him a favor, so of course, he didn't want Triss to settle it all at once for this little money and let the favor slip away. He simply reached an agreement with the sorceress—a promise that if she had difficulties in the future and needed a little help from the sorceress, she would help.

As for what level of "little help" it would be, it would depend on how the friendship between the two was at that time. Regarding this, Wayne wasn't too worried. Compared to other old conspirators of sorceresses who were hundreds of years old, Triss and Keira could only be considered young people, both under forty years old. They still maintained that kindness and innocence of young people.

After getting up, he prepared a simple breakfast for himself and the few members of his family. He found that Berengar was actually quite diligent—of course, it might also have to do with him being used to a bitter life.

Wayne just mentioned it casually, wanting to open up a piece of wasteland in the backyard to plant herbs. Unexpectedly, Berengar had already quietly taken on this work, holding a hoe and reclaiming it in the backyard.

For this, he was quite gratified. Most evil people in the world are not born that way; they are as simple as a blank sheet of paper when they are born. It is just because of one tragedy after another, one forced situation after another, that they are pushed to the side of evil.

After breakfast, he first went to Master O'Henry's blacksmith shop, bringing some good wine and food to treat this old dwarf.

At present, this master dwarf blacksmith was researching a set of light armor for him, using materials that were the special dragon scales he obtained from the world of The Elder Scrolls, as well as dragon-race materials obtained from the green dragon.

Because these materials were quite rare, or could even be said to be unique, and some were materials from other worlds, they couldn't refer to the existing witcher set blueprints and could only rely on this master blacksmith to explore on his own.

The armor Wayne currently possessed was only the initial equipment of the Wolf School witchers. Although it could be called excellent, it definitely couldn't be called powerful. In order to deal with battles that might appear at any time in the future, a set of powerful armor was already a quite urgent matter.

Regarding Wayne's matter, Master O'Henry was still quite attentive. After a meal of eating and drinking, he devoted himself to the research work of the armor again. The current progress was still at the stage of researching blueprints. I don't know how long it would take to see the finished product.

After leaving the blacksmith shop, Wayne suddenly felt a bit idle again. The departure time agreed with Triss was the morning after tomorrow, and the two didn't need to rush. The sorceress would use a portal to teleport him directly to Maribor city. He just needed to prepare the necessary luggage.

Wayne was thinking about whether to go to a tavern, use his Gwent skills to earn some small money, and by the way, get some Gwent experience, when he suddenly saw a little boy with a bruised face running past him in a hurry.

And behind the boy, three men with fat faces, sloppy clothes, and various tattoos on their partially exposed limbs were chasing him.

The fat, bald man leading them was panting while chasing, cursing in a fierce tone:

"Dog cub, don't run! Today I must teach you a lesson."

"Actually daring to go to the guard station to report me, causing me to lose quite a bit of money. Today I must break your dog leg and let you know the end of meddling in other people's business."

And the other two following the fat man also laughed out loud upon hearing this, obviously all confident of winning.

Sure enough, the little boy had injuries on his body, and he was just a child. Before he ran far, he was surrounded by the three men.

The fat, big-eared bald man was not polite at all. He grabbed the boy's hair with one hand and slapped him on the face continuously, directly hitting the boy until the corners of his mouth bled, his eyes saw stars, and he couldn't help but let out a painful cry.

Unfortunately, their location was the slum of the old city of Wyzima. The people living here were mixed, and most of them were poor people struggling to survive. No one had the leisure or courage to meddle in other people's business.

After slapping the boy a few times, the fat bald man seemed quite satisfied. He pushed the boy down and cursed: "Dog cub, you poor ghost, an orphan without a father or mother, actually daring to meddle in my business. Even if I steal money, I steal the money of the rich. Does it have anything to do with you, this dog cub?"

He gave a wink to the two brothers beside him, signaling them to do it together, and cursed fiercely:

"Today I'll break one of your legs and give you a good lesson."

"Let you know that as a poor ghost, no one cares whether you live or die."

After saying this, he and his two companions were about to do it when they suddenly saw a handsome young man with a tall stature and gorgeous clothes walking over from not far away.

Before they could open their mouths to ask, they saw the handsome young man lift his foot and kick them in the chest with a speed and strength that ordinary people couldn't dodge at all.

Just like being hit head-on by an angry bull, he and the other two brothers had no power to resist at all and were kicked flying for several meters, smashing heavily into the mud pit of the slum.

Wayne looked at the three men who were struggling to climb up and didn't dare to resist at all, and immediately turned and ran, with a cold look, and snorted disdainfully.

They were just some petty thieves who bullied the weak and feared the strong.

He turned to look at the injured boy sitting on the ground, looking at the boy covering his bruised face and sobbing silently. After thinking for a while, he asked somewhat trance-like:

"No wonder you look a bit familiar. Your name seems to be Alex, right?"

"Do you still remember me? Last year at the Fox Tavern, it was you who reminded me that my horse had been stolen."

(End of chapter)