Chapter 204: Recruiting Mercenary Group

When Geralt saw Francesca again, before he could speak, the system's prompt sound reached Geralt's ears.

Ding! Settlement started. This action obtained 135 points, and the current total points are 135 points.

After hearing this result, Geralt felt slightly settled in his heart. The system's calculation rules were still quite humanized. Although these elves were not saved by his own hands, the points were not reduced.

This gave Geralt an idea. He should set up a special team, or an organization, specifically to rescue elves.

Although the efficiency of saving hundreds of elves at once like now is not bad, and he can mix an expert-level task from the sorceress, this speed is still too slow. I don't know how long it will take to save up for an epic-level treasure chest.

You know, the reward Francesca gave him is ten Crowns per person. This action tonight can get 1,350 Crowns, which is more than 6,000 Oren gold coins. I have to sigh at the wealth of the elven rich woman.

For some mercenaries, the price of killing an ordinary person is only ten or twenty Crowns, and participating in a war, they can only get dozens of gold coins.

Even if Geralt comes as a middleman to earn the price difference and lowers this price by half, there will definitely be many mercenaries coming to take this task.

Of course, the task of rescuing non-human races is quite secretive. It can't be just anyone. It must be a mercenary with professional ethics and personal principles.

And this task may be a long-term task that lasts for ten or even twenty years. It can also take this opportunity to win over a group of trustworthy mercenaries and cultivate them as helpers.

Francesca gathered the dark golden long hair hanging on her face, revealing her white jade-like cheeks, and asked softly:

"Geralt, are you injured?"

Seeing Geralt shaking his head with a relaxed expression, she took the initiative to reach out and used magic to help Geralt clean up the blood and broken meat on his body, making him return to the refreshing state when they first met.

Noticing that the witcher seemed to be at ease and didn't seem to have used much effort, the sorceress was very curious in her heart. Could it be that those professional soldiers didn't make him go all out?

Thinking of this, Francesca showed a smile, tilted her head, and asked: "How is the military camp? Did you defeat them?"

Geralt, upon hearing this, lowered his head slightly, looked at each other with the sorceress, looked at this almost perfect face, couldn't help but reach out his right hand, and under Francesca's slightly surprised eyes, reached out and poked her face full of collagen, and then retracted his palm, saying faintly: "I killed them all, leaving only two living mouths, and reported my name."

"For a long time in the future, the human mercenary, Dante, will become the number one wanted criminal in the Kingdom of Kaedwen."

"Helping you attract firepower, so your actions should be faster, and try to take more elves away from here as soon as possible."

After hearing Geralt's answer, Francesca didn't care about the young witcher's very rude behavior just now, and thought about the consequences of this action.

Undoubtedly, the slaughter of an army of 150 people will definitely attract the attention of the upper echelons of the Kingdom of Kaedwen.

And they will highly likely link the escape of non-human races in Fetterbo city with this matter. However, if there is a target like Dante attracting firepower to block in front, it will indeed attract more attention from the nobles of the kingdom.

Although this resistance was slightly fierce, compared with the long-term oppression suffered by the elven race, no resistance was what fueled the enemy's arrogance.

Francesca thought about many things in an instant. After discussing the current situation of the Kingdom of Kaedwen with Geralt, she directly paid Geralt a large bag of gold coins, which contained 1,500 Crowns, which was more than the 135 points calculated by the system.

Facing Geralt's somewhat surprised eyes, Francesca smiled gently and said: "This action saved a total of more than 130 elves. However, there are also some dwarves and halflings, and they also left this town together."

"Although my commission is only to save our compatriots, Geralt, I am not a stingy employer. I will give you corresponding rewards for all the risks you have taken."

Geralt reached out and weighed this full bag of gold coins. 1,500 Crowns are worth at least 7,000 Orens. This money is enough for him to hire a mercenary group of more than 100 people to work for him.

Although Geralt knew very well that this was the elven sorceress intentionally winning him over, he did feel the financial resources and sincerity of this big rich woman.

Perhaps, the tens of thousands of gold coins spent in Azeroth last year will be earned back from this big rich woman before long.

After parting with Francesca, the sorceress used a portal to teleport Geralt back to Wyzima. I have to say, this is really a very practical spell.

Unfortunately, Geralt's time to learn magic is too short. Although he only spent less than a year, his knowledge reached the standard of sorcerer apprentices in the academy, but his knowledge accumulation is still too little. If he wants to use high-end spells like portals, he still needs a considerable period of time.

Even genius sorceresses like Yennefer and Triss spent twenty or thirty years to reach their current level. The difficulty of learning magic is much harder than modern college entrance examinations.

After returning to Wyzima, Geralt did what he wanted to do, and immediately began to inquire about mercenaries from acquaintances.

Unfortunately, among the people he knew, sorceresses couldn't reach these low-end characters. For them, these rough people who licked blood with knives and sold their lives for force were not worth their attention at all.

Dwarf blacksmith master O'Henry introduced him to several dwarf mercenary teams, all of which were good helpers for fighting, but for Geralt, his first choice was a human mercenary group, because only humans can travel unimpeded in the Kingdom of Kaedwen and will not be suspected by others.

And compared to the honest and straightforward dwarves, human mercenaries are more slippery and know how to adapt. His purpose is to save more elves, not necessarily by grabbing, or other violent means, as long as he can achieve this purpose, even if it is bought as slaves and commodities, the process doesn't matter.

Unfortunately, such talents are quite rare. Neither the rich merchant Leuvaarden nor the local snake Old York in Wyzima had a very good recommendation.

Until Geralt remembered someone who had some friendship with him, the matter found a new way out.

This person is the dwarf mercenary Yarpen, who was let go by him when he was crusade against the green dragon in Holobor city.

As a mercenary who has been mixed in the Northern Kingdoms for decades, as an insider, his intelligence is far more than the acquaintances staying in Wyzima.

After the two exchanged letters, the dwarf immediately gave several quite suitable targets, most of which were human mercenary groups with quite good reputations in the mercenary circle.

He conducted an investigation on these mercenary groups, checked their past battle records, and some evaluations from employers, and finally selected a target. And the head of this mercenary group is also a quite famous person who appeared in the original work.

Little Meow, Julia Abatemarco.

Speaking of this, I have to mention Geralt's inferiority. Compared to men who are ambitious and prone to various rebellion events, he is more willing to believe in emotional, and relatively light on power and desire.

And because in this era, women's status is low and it is not easy to succeed, they cherish the opportunity to succeed more, and Geralt is more willing to give capable women a chance to prove themselves.

With a sincere letter from Geralt, about a week later, Little Meow Julia and her two team members came to Wyzima from the Kingdom of Redania, which is adjacent to Temeria.

And while Geralt was racking his brains to find a suitable mercenary group, his cooperation with Francesca did not stop. During this period, he went out twice more and rescued more than 200 members of non-human races, obtained 200 points, and completed two expert-level tasks by the way.

Geralt even took the initiative to propose to kill a Kaedwen Earl who was notorious among non-human races, directly killed from his gate to his banquet hall during a banquet held by this Earl, and after killing dozens of guards, took his head in public.

The influence of this action far exceeded the previous rescue actions. Human mercenary Dante became a super wanted criminal with a bounty of

The influence of this operation far exceeded the previous rescue missions. The human mercenary Dante became, overnight, a super wanted criminal with a nationwide bounty in the Kingdom of Kaedwen, with a reward as high as two thousand Ducats.

And because everyone had witnessed the powerful magic Dante used, King Henselt of Kaedwen put even more direct pressure on the Sorcerers Brotherhood, ordering them to send sorcerers to deal with this evil wanted criminal who was also capable of casting spells.

However, at the same time, facing the threat of death, those aristocrats who cherished their lives slowed down the pace of their oppression of non-human races, giving Francesca and the others more time.

That afternoon, a special visitor arrived at Wayne's mansion.

Francesca, wearing a gorgeous white dress with gold trim, sat beside Wayne's dining table. Her eyes were slightly narrowed, and she held a strawberry cake that had been bitten into, revealing a cute, satisfied expression. She smiled and said, "The pastries you make are truly delicious, Wayne. Even the cakes made by those royal chefs thousands of years ago, who possessed a millennium of cooking experience, cannot compare to this one in my hand."

"I didn't expect that you, at less than twenty years of age, could possess such skills. It really makes me look at you with new eyes."

Wayne took a sip of the Elven fruit mead that the sorceress had sent as a gift. Hearing her pleasant and melodious compliments and praise, he nodded faintly and said without false modesty:

"On this point, I certainly won't deny it."

"Anyone who has tasted my cooking would say the same thing as you, my lady."

Francesca covered her mouth and chuckled upon hearing this, then took a dozen books out of her small waist pouch, placed them on the table, and pushed them toward Wayne, saying, "Wayne, I learned from Tissaia at Aretuza that you are collecting these lost pieces of knowledge regarding witchers."

"These books are some of the volumes on witcher research that I have collected in the past. I have brought them all; you can take a look and see if there are any you haven't read yet."

Wayne raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected the elf sorceress's information channels to be so broad, or that she could even find out about what he had done last year. Clearly, after witnessing his strength, this most beautiful sorceress must have spent a great deal of effort investigating him.

Wayne certainly wouldn't refuse these gifts. He flipped through them casually and discovered that they contained quite precious knowledge, more than half of which he hadn't collected yet. He simply couldn't be bothered to be polite, and without even picking and choosing, he loaded them all into his space bracelet.

Facing this action of his, the elf sorceress wasn't angry at all and said softly:

"Actually, during this time, I have also spent some effort researching witcher mutations. I must say, the human sorcerer Alzur was truly a gifted genius to have thought of imitating the genetic structure of monsters to create a batch of powerful warriors."

"If you want help in these areas, I will keep an eye out for intelligence regarding them for you."

"But to be honest, Wayne, I am curious. According to my deductions, based on Alzur's original design, even if the most successful witcher were created, his strength should still be inferior to yours now."

"How did you manage to grow to your current level within just a few years?"

Facing Francesca's probing gaze, Wayne just stared back at the sorceress very calmly for a dozen seconds, then said:

"Lady Francesca, you should be very clear that geniuses exist in this world. Some people are born with extremely powerful talent, and I am one such person."

As he spoke, Wayne channeled the already quite powerful chaos magic within his body. A ripple of magic emanated from him. After several years of accumulation and the bonuses from various talents and skills, his mana had already surpassed most ordinary sorcerers in the Wizard World, approaching the level of an elite sorcerer.

Although he could not compare to the elf sorceress before him who was over a thousand years old, for a half-elf who was not even twenty, this was enough to make Francesca feel surprised.

The elf beauty's eyes shimmered as if she had seen some rare treasure. She examined Wayne earnestly, then shook her head and sighed, saying:

"It is truly a pity, Wayne. If only I had met you earlier. With your talent, if you were given a hundred years, perhaps you could become the second most powerful sorcerer of the elf race, aside from the Wizened Sage."

"Of course, it is not too late yet. If you are willing, I can teach you all of my magical knowledge. As for the witcher modifications on your body, I will also have the sages of the elf race help. With their learning, as long as there is enough time, they will certainly be able to reverse-engineer them."

However, Wayne felt not the slightest bit moved by Francesca's proposal. He just looked at Francesca quietly, then took a Dimeritium shackle from his space bracelet and placed it in front of the sorceress.

Watching the sorceress pull her hand back as if she had been bitten by a venomous snake, he said with a hint of mockery in his tone: "The flaws of becoming a sorcerer are too severe, my lady. I think I'd better continue being a witcher."

And just at this moment, Wayne's front door was suddenly knocked upon, and a rather loud female voice shouted from the entrance:

"I am the Little Beauty Cat, Julia Abatmark, leader of the Cat Claw Mercenary Group."

"Is this Mr. Wayne's home? We have come specifically to visit, as per the invitation."

Upon hearing this voice, Wayne leaned his mouth close to Francesca's ear and whispered: "My lady, a group of strange guests has arrived at my home. If you don't mind, you can join me in receiving them."

"Of course, this might expose your whereabouts, so you can also choose to go upstairs to hide, or cast a spell to conceal your presence."

(End of chapter)