Chapter 271: Francesca

At noon the next day, Wayne woke up from Triss's fragrant bed. The red-haired beauty was curled up in his arms, not yet awake.

Having not had much fun for more than nine months in Middle-earth, they played a bit happily last night, plus Triss was very excited because of the decision to create a new magic academy, so last night could be considered a quite enjoyable night.

Looking at Triss's satisfied sleeping face, Wayne didn't wake her up. Robin's matter wasn't urgent, and it was fine to let it stay in the forest for a while longer.

Wayne got dressed, went to the kitchen, prepared a meal for the sorceress himself, placed it by the bed, and then walked out of the castle hall.

Just as he walked out of the gate, he saw Vesemir and Berengar sitting on wooden stumps in the courtyard, watching the children practice swordplay while seemingly discussing something.

As the child who had been learning swordplay for the longest time, Alex was having a simple contest with Aragorn, who had the best talent, while the other children were still engaged in the most basic physical training.

Wayne walked over and greeted them, and after listening for a while, he found that the two were discussing where to build a large horse training ground for the 100 newly arrived elf warhorses.

These elf treasure horses were rare treasures in the eyes of these warriors. However, what made the two feel distressed was that if a poor witcher rode such a treasure horse worth ten thousand gold to execute those commissions worth a few Crowns, wouldn't that be waiting to be robbed, or thrown into prison by those greedy nobles for various reasons? And the Blue Mountains where Kaer Morhen was located had a cold climate biased toward the northern continent, which didn't seem very suitable for horses. However, considering the Mongolian region in the real world, this shouldn't be too big of a problem.

The two discussed for a long time, and Wayne didn't interrupt. In terms of life experience, he still had a world of difference from these two old witchers, and didn't have professional insights on many things. Instead of talking nonsense, it was better to listen and do more.

However, after the two finished discussing, Wayne told Vesemir that he still had a set of training insights specifically for raising these elf warhorses. Because of the language problem, it needed to be translated by him for a few days before it could be handed to him.

This news made Vesemir quite happy. A good mount was really too important for a warrior. In many cases, a good horse was a good partner who lived and died together.

Now the entire Mythic Lock barrier was considered the territory of the Witcher Order. After Wayne patrolled his territory on his magic flying carpet, he returned to Triss's room.

At this time, the sorceress had woken up, and the two stayed together for a few hours, rubbing against each other. After Wayne asked Triss about some questions in the process of learning magic in the past few months, he opened the portal again in the afternoon and returned to the forest where the Deathclaw was.

The feeling of home always made people feel at ease. After a night of rest, his mood was quite good. Being within the range of Chaos Magic also made the aberration organs in his body feel comfortable.

The stone forest was still the same as yesterday, but that big guy Robin was nowhere to be seen. It was estimated that it went to eat.

The Deathclaw's large size also destined its appetite to be quite amazing. As a carnivore, it needed to eat a large amount of meat every day. Wanting to support it was not a simple thing for ordinary people.

Following the huge footprints on the ground, Wayne spent more than ten minutes and easily found the bronze-colored fierce beast that was taller than the trees.

At this time, Robin was lying by the river, grabbing a green Drowner in each of its two claws, with a quite aggrieved expression, eating the Drowner's corpse bite by bite.

It seemed that it didn't like their taste very much, but because it was hungry, it was just making do with a meal.

After seeing its master, this big guy immediately threw away the half-eaten corpse in its hand, wagged its tail, and ran over, obviously a bit tired of the forest full of disgusting monsters of various tastes, which was very different from the forest it was in in Middle-earth.

Wayne reached out and touched its big head that leaned over, then threw out a dozen fresh animal corpses from his space bracelet, letting the Deathclaw eat.

After it had eaten enough, he climbed and jumped, sat on Robin's back, and prepared to take this big guy through Temeria and Kaedwen, returning to Kaer Morhen.

Along the way, the man and the beast chose remote paths and did not walk toward human gathering places. It wasn't that he was afraid of those soldiers or hunters, mainly because he didn't want to cause trouble and let the Deathclaw, this big guy, scare others.

Here I have to mention that the speed of the Deathclaw running at full speed was really too fast, much faster than ordinary horses, and even faster than most cars in the real world, only a little slower than the magic flying carpet.

After all, it was a giant beast ten meters tall. One stride had a distance of six or seven meters. With powerful strength and amazing endurance, it only took half a day for them to cross the border of Temeria, bypass the Mahakam Mountains, and enter the territory of Kaedwen.

However, not long after entering Kaedwen, Francesca's communicator, which had been kept in his pocket, suddenly reacted.

Wayne didn't think much, while reducing the speed of the Deathclaw's running, he connected to the communicator.

After a few seconds, the beautiful but seemingly angry voice of the elf sorceress came from the communicator.

"Wayne, I contacted you many times in these two months, but there was no response at all. Did you go to a place where Chaos Magic is completely forbidden? Otherwise, it should be impossible to block my perception?"

"And after you came back yesterday, you didn't take the initiative to contact me. Humph, as a collaborator, are you too indifferent to me?"

Hearing this, Wayne couldn't help but feel ashamed. After he came back from Middle-earth, he was immersed in Triss's gentleness, fighting with the red-haired beauty from night to day, and indeed ignored Francesca's matter.

Considering that later, whether it was hiring construction teams or horse breeders, or building the Witcher Order, all needed to cooperate with the elf race, Wayne said with apology: "Sorry, Ms. Francesca."

"I was too busy yesterday and didn't have time to contact you. Is there any urgent matter? I have time now, we can talk in detail." The communicator was silent for a few seconds, then said: "Forget it, this matter can't be explained clearly for a while. Can I come directly to your side? Are you convenient now?"

The communicator had a positioning system, which could help sorceresses determine Wayne's location and open portals. This function he knew.

Triss once expressed deep appreciation for Francesca's communicator, thinking that it contained the elf sorceress's superb craftsmanship and powerful alchemy strength.

He looked at the Deathclaw beneath him, thinking that this big guy would definitely be exposed later, so he simply nodded and said:

"No problem, Ms., I am waiting for you in place now."

Francesca gave a light *um*, and then the communicator fell into a few seconds of silence.

After another few seconds, on the ground about five meters away from Wayne, a gradually expanding portal suddenly appeared. Francesca, in a beautiful red long dress with golden long hair tied into a ponytail, walked out of the portal gracefully.

But her grace did not last long. When the elf sorceress walked out of the portal and looked up to see the terrifying monster that could almost swallow her alive, the lady couldn't help but let out a scream.

Then she instantly chanted a short incantation and released a spell, making her figure disappear abruptly and reappear more than ten meters away.

However, just as she was about to cast a spell to attack the Deathclaw, she saw Wayne riding on the terrifying giant beast. The originally white-as-jade face couldn't help but show a hint of blush, and the tone was a bit resentful:

"Watching a lady make a fool of herself is not a gentleman's behavior, Wayne."

"You should have warned me in advance."

Wayne laughed, then reached out and patted the Deathclaw's neck, letting it prostrate on the ground, with its back only about two meters away from the ground.

After making such a move, Wayne reached out his hand to Francesca and said:

"This is my combat partner, Deathclaw Robin. It is an extremely fierce sub-dragon fierce beast."

"Want to try the feeling of sitting on its back with me, Ms.?"

After listening to Wayne's introduction, Francesca carefully looked at the Deathclaw that looked very terrifying with strange eyes, and couldn't help but weigh the combat power of this terrifying giant beast in her heart.

Facing Wayne's invitation, she bit her lower lip, looked at her elegant and exquisite red long dress, then hummed, stretched out a finger, and released a spell on herself.

A few seconds later, a burst of magic light wrapped the elf sorceress's body. After the light dissipated, the exquisite red long dress on Francesca had turned into a heroic female knight suit, matching her beautiful face, golden ponytail, and graceful figure, which was simply pleasing to the eye.

Wayne looked at it with appreciative eyes several times, then praised:

"What a subtle spell, Ms., you are worthy of being a member of the Supreme Council, one of the most powerful sorceresses in the North."

For Wayne's praise, Francesca was quite satisfied. She walked to the front of the Deathclaw, carefully looked at this giant beast ten meters long again, and then reached out to grab Wayne's hand, and with the witcher's help, sat on the back of the Deathclaw together.

The petite elf sorceress sat in front of Wayne, looking like she was sitting in his arms, with a quite ambiguous posture.

A very pleasant floral fragrance kept coming from Francesca's golden ponytail.

Wayne unceremoniously wrapped one arm around the elf sorceress's slender waist, and the other hand rested on the scales on the back of the Deathclaw, controlling it to move forward slowly.

The two rode quietly for several minutes like this, and Francesca suddenly said something shocking:

"Wayne, actually, I already know that you have the Elder Blood."

"In these two months, did you go to other worlds, which made my communicator have no response?"

"And this giant beast we are riding now, with my knowledge reserve, I don't have any information about it. It should be a creature from another world, right!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 272 =====