Chapter 195

The auction of the Crusader enchantment did not have any plot of pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger.

"Eighty-five gold coins, the first time!"

"Eighty-five gold coins, the second time!"

"Eighty-five gold coins, the third time!"

"Sold, this Crusader enchanting scroll is won by Boss No. 101!"

It was just a normal price increase. When this enchanting scroll with a starting price of fifty gold coins was raised to eighty-five gold coins by Wayne, no one continued to add money.

Eighty-five gold coins could be considered a quite large fortune for those adventurers who licked blood with knives. And this money was nothing to Wayne. According to a ratio of about twenty to one, one Azeroth gold coin was worth about twenty Orens, and these eighty-five gold coins were about 1,700 Orens.

Well, okay, Wayne was also heartbroken. His mansion in Wyzima only cost more than 2,000 Orens. This one enchanting scroll was almost equal to more than half a mansion.

However, this could already be considered a leaked price.

Because it was still in a peaceful period, the world of Azeroth had not experienced the inflation of later generations, and the prices of most items were very friendly to the people, even making Wayne addicted to shopping.

Because compared to the resource-poor Wizard World, there were really too many good things in Azeroth.

And after the 150th auction item, the next fifty auction items were all good things.

However, for a witcher, ordinary weapons and armor didn't have much significance. The steel swords, silver swords, and armor they used were all forged from blueprints left over from the witcher order period and were tailor-made for witchers. Unless they encountered weapons that were super-modeled like the Statikk Shiv, otherwise, some excellent magic weapons were not worth them replacing the old partners they were already very familiar with.

But besides weapons and equipment, there were still many good things in the auction, such as enchantments for various parts of equipment—gloves, shoulder armor, shoes, waist belts, chest armor, cloaks. Although the prices in the auction were falsely high, Wayne still bought a set for his dragon leather armor. Looking at it piece by piece, the improvement was not big, but the whole set of armor added together could indeed improve Wayne's strength quite a bit.

And after purchasing these enchanting scrolls, it also made Wayne have a strong interest in the skill of enchanting. Unfortunately, according to the results of inquiring from Lawrence, these enchanting scrolls were all traded from the magic kingdom of Dalaran in the Alliance, and there were no enchanters in Stormwind City at present. If he wanted to learn this skill, he had to go to Dalaran or the High Elf Kingdom to have a possibility.

This also made Wayne have a strong interest in the legendary magic kingdom of Dalaran. Unfortunately, his time this year was limited, and he didn't have the effort to cross half of the Azeroth continent to explore Dalaran. He could only wait until he came to Azeroth next time before making plans.

And besides these enchanting scrolls, there were other items that were also very precious, such as strong healing potions and strong mana potions. Five bottles of each kind of potion cost Wayne more than 100 Azeroth gold coins, which was equivalent to 2,000 Orens, another mansion.

It was said that the strong medicinal effect was ten times that of intermediate potions. As long as they didn't die, they could hang a life. They were carefully refined by master-level alchemists. Even for those masters, the output was quite small.

But what surprised Wayne most was that the third-to-last auction item was actually thirteen Hearthstones. Yes, it was a Hearthstone that could perform ultra-long-distance teleportation.

After coming to the world of Azeroth, Wayne knew that although Hearthstones were quite precious in this world, they were not rare. Just like armor and swords, almost every adventurer or noble who was a bit powerful could get one.

However, this thing was also divided into grades. There were ordinary ones, and most people on the market used this kind, with a usage interval of thirty days, which was one month. And the rare-grade Hearthstones were very rare and were generally monopolized by those powerful figures, with a usage interval of ten days.

It was said that there was also a super Hearthstone, which was extremely rare, with a usage interval of one day. This kind of Hearthstone basically did not circulate on the market. No one knew who possessed this kind of super Hearthstone.

And the price of these Hearthstones was also terrifying. Like the thirteen ordinary Hearthstones auctioned in this auction house, the starting price was thirty gold coins. In the end, Wayne spent 500 gold coins to buy ten of them, which was almost 10,000 gold coins in Orens. The price of each Hearthstone exceeded 1,000 Orens, which was a price that ordinary poor witchers couldn't imagine at all.

And the price of rare-grade Hearthstones was generally around 800 to 1,000 Azeroth gold coins. There was very little circulation on the market, and one might not be seen in a few years.

As for the more expensive super Hearthstones, it was said that there was no record of them being sold, so the price could not be verified.

However, Wayne's purpose in buying these Hearthstones was to give them to his brothers of the Wolf School. It was said that each person could only own one. When using it, as long as you held the Hearthstone in your heart with both hands and then passed the belief of going home to the Hearthstone, try a few more times, and don't interrupt in the middle, it would take about a minute, and it could take you back to your home.

So this thing must be used in a safe environment. If you want to use it in battle, then you have to discard many distractions first, and then ensure your own safety, being careful not to be sneak-attacked to death by others.

And although this kind of Hearthstone could only bind to one location and could not be changed, it was not indestructible. As long as the old Hearthstone was destroyed and then a new one was replaced, the new location could be bound.

Although these Hearthstones were expensive, making Wayne owe a debt, but with these Hearthstones, his brothers of the Wolf School would never have to waste months every year on the road back and forth.

When the auction ended, it was already approaching the afternoon. Wayne stuffed a pile of things into the space bracelet and attracted many people's attention when he left the Brown Auction House.

Because even in Stormwind City, among those nobles, very few people could spend nearly 1,000 gold coins in one afternoon like Wayne, truly spending money like water.

However, Wayne didn't care too much about this. Together with Lawrence, he went to the Temple District to find Julie. With the farm girl was a female priest with a quite quiet temperament, about fourteen or fifteen years old.

Her figure also inherited the plumpness and tallness of the Lawrence family. At a young age, she already had a devilish figure. She was Harley Lawrence, the daughter of James, the mayor of Goldshire.

But for this little girl, Wayne didn't spend any effort to flirt with her and pretended to be a quiet handsome man throughout the whole process.

The four of them found a high-end restaurant, enjoyed a delicious meal, and then took a carriage back to Goldshire. A few days later, Wayne returned to the Wizard World.

Before leaving, he formally said goodbye to some friends in Goldshire and received some farewell gifts. Julie took the opportunity to pester him for half a day, making Master Wayne almost lost in the huge chest.

By the time he returned to Wyzima, it was already early November.

There was not much time to delay. He spent a day gathering with Triss, and after spending another day having an in-depth exchange with the two dryad beauties and the Lady of the Lake on the island in the middle of the lake, he drove the magic flying carpet and embarked on the journey back to Kaer Morhen.

Fortunately, with the endurance of mana potions and Tawny Owl potions, Wayne flew in the sky all the way, basically without stopping, and only spent one day and two nights flying to the Kingdom of Kaedwen and arriving at the elf underground ruins where Toruviel was located.

However, this time, he didn't stay long in the elf underground ruins. He only had time to whisper to the female elf commander and talk about their respective situations before setting off again.

But Master Wayne was not a heartless man. He promised that when he set off next year, he would spend more time with Toruviel in the elf ruins. And the female elf told him that the elf sorceress Francesca also wanted to see him, seemingly having some task she wanted to entrust to him.

To this, Wayne was noncommittal, saying that they would talk in detail when they met. Toruviel didn't force it and handed a longbow to Wayne with some pride.

This was a strong bow made of a mixture of unknown wood and metal. The length of the bow body was a full 1.4 meters, and the bowstring was woven from the dragon tendon of a green dragon mixed with other materials.

According to Wayne's requirements, this bow could only be used by a strong man. The range could reach 600 meters. As long as the user's strength was strong enough, it could shoot through armor at close range.

"This bow is called the Dragon-Slaying Bow. It was made by a master bow maker in the Valley of Flowers, who spent a full nine months making it."

Toruviel's tone had the pride of a master craftsman of her own race. She gently stroked the longbow, which was composed of black and red, and after handing it to Wayne, she said: "The master said that this bow should be considered the top bow in the entire North, but few people can exert its strength. Not only must the archer be superb, but the requirements for strength are also very high."

Speaking of which, the female elf sighed and said: "I tried it several times, but with my strength, I couldn't pull this bow to full draw and couldn't exert its strength."

Regarding Toruviel's statement, Wayne had no waves in his heart. He picked up the Dragon-Slaying Bow, drew an iron arrow from behind the female elf, held the bow body, and nocked the arrow.

With just a light pull, he pulled the beautiful bow into a full draw.

Then, under Toruviel's surprised and admiring gaze, Wayne aimed at a drowner foraging on the river bank a few hundred meters away.

Accompanied by a buzzing sound of the bowstring, the iron arrow instantly turned into a black shadow and shot into the drowner's head with a swish.

However, unlike the head-piercing Wayne imagined, this iron arrow shot half of the arrow body directly into the drowner's head, broke out from the back of the drowner's head, and then carried the drowner's body to fly backward for about half a meter before falling into the river.

That was a poor drowner, who didn't even hum and lost its life.

Seeing the power of this Dragon-Slaying Bow, Wayne nodded quite satisfactorily, then reached out and hugged Toruviel's body beside him, and under the female elf's admiring gaze, kissed her.

Until the female elf was kissed until her body was soft, Wayne let her go and said satisfactorily: "I like this bow very much, Toruviel, thank you for your gift."

He thought for a while, then took out more than a dozen bottles of intermediate healing potions and a pair of exquisite female leather boots made of unknown leather from the space bracelet on his right hand and handed them to Toruviel, saying:

"This is my gift to you."

"These leather boots can make your body lighter, your agility better, reduce your fall damage, and increase your jump height."

"And these potions are healing potions that can quickly treat injuries. They have no toxicity, and ordinary people can use them."

"You can keep them by your side and use them as emergency medicine. Of course, I hope you won't need to use this."

Toruviel didn't refuse. She reached out and took them. She was a woman with a straightforward personality, and even in front of Wayne, she rarely showed the personality of a little woman.

After obtaining the special apple wine given to him by the female elf, Wayne left the elf underground ruins and flew into the vast Blue Mountains against the cold winter wind.

After struggling in the cold wind for half a day, the castle engraved in the hearts of all Wolf School witchers finally slowly entered Wayne's field of vision.

He exhaled hot air, lowered his flight altitude, and had just landed in the courtyard of the castle when a voice, although old, warmed Wayne's heart, entered his ears.

"Child, welcome home."

"However, you came back really late this year. Everyone is waiting for you in the castle."

(Burning paper money during the day, writing a little more at night.)(End of chapter)