Chapter 209: Letho and the Elf Armor Master

Sure enough. In fact, seeing Letho's strong figure and his conspicuous scarred bald head, Wayne had probably guessed his identity.

Facing the question of this strong witcher, Wayne had already prepared a draft in his heart. He maintained the gentle smile on his face, looked at the somewhat vigilant gaze opposite, and said in a calm but sincere voice: "Letho, I also came to Toussaint by accident, heard the rumors of witchers, and specifically found you."

"Besides wanting to make friends with you, the main thing is that I want to entrust you with a contract, a contract with generous remuneration."

Seeing that Wayne really had no hostility, Letho and his companion also relaxed their vigilance slightly. However, after hearing Wayne's explanation, the doubts in their hearts were still not explained. He gave a look to his companion, signaling him to deal with the Wyvern's corpse, and then frowned and asked: "Give us a contract?"

"Are there no witchers in the North anymore? Still need to find us witchers from the South?"

Wayne was about to answer when he suddenly noticed a wound on Letho's body scratched by dragon claws, which was slowly bleeding. His right hand flicked over the space bracelet, and a potion bottle filled with red liquid appeared in his hand.

Then, he threw this bottle lightly toward Letho. After he caught it, he continued: "No, Letho, although there are indeed not many witchers in the North, there are still a few. There are members of the Wolf School, members of the Griffin School, and members of the Bear School."

"However, the contract I mentioned, the client is myself. I need a lot of helpers, no matter how many, it's not enough. Even if you find me ten more witchers, I won't mind."

Saying this, Wayne old man grinned, adding with a domineering air that only rich people have: "And don't worry, the contract I give is definitely the most generous remuneration you have ever seen, so much gold that you need a carriage to transport it, and it doesn't count as dangerous."

"And the reason for hiring you is just because I have confidence in the credibility of us witchers. With your help, I don't have to worry about being betrayed."

After finishing, Wayne pointed to the red potion bottle in Letho's hand and said with a smile: "This is a healing potion obtained from an Archdruid. It is very effective for external injuries. Taking it, it only takes less than half a minute to heal your external injuries, and it is not as toxic as witcher potions. You can try it."

However, facing Wayne's kindness, Letho still maintained a certain guard. He shook his head expressionlessly, put the medicine into his waist bag, and then said: "Wayne, about your contract, we can talk after we go to the city. But now, we still have to deal with this Wyvern."

"In order to catch this flying beast, we have chased from the Kingdom of Ebbing to Toussaint, and have been chasing for almost ten days. There is also a companion who was injured because of this and is recuperating in another place. I must wait until I have dealt with these things before talking about other things."

Regarding Letho's decision, Wayne also agreed very much. After all, you can't just believe what a stranger says, especially in an era like the Middle Ages where the average moral quality is low.

So, after considering for more than ten seconds, Wayne took out a book he had copied himself from his space bracelet and threw it to Letho.

That was a precious book recording witcher Sign knowledge, which he had copied from the books he obtained from Aretuza. Then, under Letho's surprised gaze, he said:

"This book can be considered a meeting gift I give you, just to make you trust me more."

"I will stay at the Red Moon Inn in Beauclair for a period of time. After you have handled the things at hand, remember to come find me."

"You should be very clear, Letho, that the opportunities for us to encounter witchers of other schools are not many. Everyone should communicate well. Maybe you can get unexpected gains."

Perhaps it was Wayne's sincere move that moved him, Letho also nodded seriously, indicating that he would go find him in Beauclair after handling things.

Having received this affirmative answer, Wayne sighed slightly. He knew that Letho and the two would definitely not go with him for the time being. Soon, he piloted the Magic Flying Carpet and left the Karoberta Forest.

Back in the room at the Red Moon Inn, Wayne breathed a long sigh of relief again. One of the most urgent tasks of coming to Toussaint had been completed, and he had made contact with the Viper School witchers who came here. Not missing the other party was a very big gain.

What he had to do next was how to pull Letho and others into his camp.

According to the plot he understood and the rumors he learned from the books in Kaer Morhen, the Viper School was founded by Ivar Evil-Eye, and the school was established to defeat the Wild Hunt.

The headquarters of the school was located in the Gorthur Gvaed fortress in the Tir Tochair Mountains, under the control of Nilfgaard. Later, because of the war, the Usurper Emperor of Nilfgaard hoped to recruit these witchers for his own use, but was refused by the Viper School witchers.

Finally, their academy was destroyed by the Nilfgaard army, and the members suffered heavy losses, with only Letho and a few others surviving.

However, whether this siege actually happened still needs to be communicated with Letho to know.

According to the original history, the Usurper would be overthrown by the Hedgehog Man in 1257. Looking at the current time of 1253, that siege has likely already happened.

But this is also good. Letho and others are likely in a state of having no one to rely on, which is a good opportunity to recruit them.

Being able to gather the Viper School people to return, his task of rebuilding the Witcher Order can also be considered to have some progress.

After considering the Viper School for a while, Wayne quickly put his thoughts on another matter.

That is the whereabouts of the Grandmaster Wolven Armor set and the Grandmaster Manticore Armor set.

Regarding this matter, although he had searched for it in the game, the map in reality is very different from the game. Wanting to rely on the memory of the game to find them is basically impossible. However, as long as he contacts the Elf Armor Master Teynser, it should not be a problem to get these blueprints.

In the game, this Elf Armor Master died in a racist massacre. However, it is twenty years before the game time. He had already inquired with his previous card-playing friends, and this Elf master is currently in his shop, still running his business, and nothing has happened.

It just so happens that he is looking for him to handle things this time, and he can also save his life by the way.

Thinking this way, Wayne took out a fist-sized Magic Communicator from his pocket. This thing is the communication magic prop Francesca gave him. Because it might be contacted at any time, it can only be kept close to the body and cannot be put into the space bracelet.

He held this communicator, sat on a chair, and while inputting Chaos Magic into it, pressed a button.

After waiting for about two minutes, Francesca's somewhat distorted voice came from the communicator.

"Is there anything, Wayne?"

"Did you encounter any trouble in Toussaint?"

Wayne didn't talk nonsense and asked his question directly.

"Lady Francesca, do you know the Elf Armor Master Teynser in Toussaint?"

The voice on the communicator paused for a few seconds, as if thinking, and then the Sorceress's voice came again.

"Seems to have some impression, heard some people in the Dol Blathanna mention it, should belong to the new generation of Elves, but I don't know him."

Hearing Francesca's answer, Wayne felt it was a pity. A Grandmaster-level Armor Master should be considered a wealth worth cherishing for any force.

So, he was about to introduce this master to the Sorceress, who knew Francesca continued:

"If you have anything you want to find him for help, I can speak for you. I think most Elves will give me some face."

Alright, facing Francesca's slightly domineering statement, Wayne was silent for one or two seconds, and then briefly introduced the situation of this Teynser, before saying: "The Elf Grandmaster blacksmith is a very excellent talent. In the future, whether it is a war or for the Elf race itself, it is very valuable."

"However, I heard a rumor that in the Toussaint Kingdom, the Elf race is very unwelcome, and there are still some racists among the people."

"It seems someone is preparing to be unfavorable to this Elf master."

Hearing Wayne's reminder, Francesca seemed to fall into thought again. After waiting for two seconds, she said:

"You are very right, Wayne. Please put this communicator in the center of the room. I am coming to Toussaint now. Tomorrow, I will go with you to see that Teynser."

Wayne was also stunned. He looked at the sky outside the window and found that the time had reached dusk.

Didn't expect Francesca to be so impatient, coming over at this time. However, he had no reason to stop her. Soon, he followed the Sorceress's instructions and placed the Magic Communicator in the center of the room.

After waiting for one or two minutes, this Magic Communicator made of unknown metal suddenly made a tremor. Subsequently, a portal leading to the void instantly formed above it.

After a few more seconds, the Elf Sorceress wearing a gorgeous white dress stepped out of this portal.

Opening such a portal that spanned half a continent, Francesca still didn't turn red or pant, and her face always carried a smile that was both beautiful and noble.

After seeing Wayne, she nodded slightly to the witcher, her right hand waved lightly, and that portal instantly disappeared.

After this beautiful Sorceress observed the room where Wayne was, she took out a pair of pearl earrings from her waist bag and elegantly put them on her ears. Subsequently, her long Elf ears were also instantly hidden by magic.

Having completed the disguise, Francesca elegantly stretched out her white and slender fingers and said to Wayne:

"This is my first time coming to Toussaint, Wayne. Can you take me to tour this beautiful city?"

Facing the request of such a beautiful lady, as a man obsessed with beauty, Wayne old man of course would not refuse. He reached out to hold Francesca's palm, tucked her arm into his strong arm, and then took this elegant beauty out of his room.

(The update today is a bit small, tomorrow I will update ten thousand words, mwah!) (End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 210 =====