Chapter 280

Ding! Task triggered.

【Undead in the Mist】 Master-level, do you accept? Following Keira's narration, the task system was indeed triggered, and it was a Master-level task, which surprised Geralt a little.

However, he did not accept the task immediately, but continued to talk with Keira, wanting to learn more about the inside story of this bounty from her.

More than ten minutes later, Geralt's expression was a bit strange, looking at Keira's beautiful face, he smiled and said:

"According to what you mean, is this commission not only a bounty, but also a stage for young sorcerers to compete with each other?"

Keira nodded upon hearing this, fiddling with her silver-white hair with her fingers, and said:

"Yes, currently there are only five members of the Supreme Council of the Sorcerers Brotherhood in total. They are all high-level sorcerers who hold the power of the Sorcerers Brotherhood and are figures standing at the pinnacle of power in the North."

"Even when facing kings, they can treat them as equals without having to be subservient; this is a symbol of power and status, representing the highest honor of the Northern sorcerer group."

"No one among the sorcerers in the entire North does not want to become one of them."

"So if you accept this commission, besides dealing with that group of monsters, we also have to deal with the competition from other sorcerers."

Seeing Geralt's expression was a bit strange, Keira immediately explained: "Of course, the sorcerers participating in this competition are not allowed to fight each other; this is strictly prohibited."

"And the number of participants this time is relatively large; according to my understanding, at least a dozen sorcerers have participated in this operation."

"They are all members who are quite confident in their own strength, proficient in various spells, and will hire some helpers to act with them; this batch of monsters will definitely be eliminated."

"The only question is, who will be the final winner."

Geralt nodded upon hearing this, while also thinking in his heart.

Regarding the mist that shrouded one-fifth of the Kaedwen kingdom and those monsters, he was indeed a bit curious, but he had never had a suitable excuse, or rather, the motivation to push him to act, so he had been putting it off.

Compared to everyone in the Wizard World, Geralt estimated that he was the person who knew the inside story of this matter the best.

He knew very well that the monsters that came to this world should all be from the Diablo world, all projections of hell monsters, or mutant creatures polluted by evil forces in hell.

However, what he didn't know was, what period is the world of Diablo currently in, or rather, which generation of the game is it?

Although Geralt had played the game Diablo many times, he didn't actually know the plot of this world very clearly; when playing, he just farmed monsters and equipment all day long, and the only things he had a relatively deep impression of were just a few bosses and some NPCs.

And Keira's commission this time was also quite interesting, not just as simple as hunting monsters, but also having to compete with other young sorcerers in a race for victory.

However, this was not a bad thing; it gave him a chance to learn more about the intelligence of other Northern sorcerers, and maybe he could even run into many old acquaintances he had seen in the game in the past.

After all, for the group of sorcerers, even one or two hundred years old can be considered young; even Yennefer and most members of the Lodge of Sorceresses can be counted as young sorcerers.

After making the decision, Geralt nodded to Keira and said with a smile:

"Let's do it, Keira. I accept this commission, and I plan to bring along a few more companions, bring along a few other trustworthy witcher companions, and we will act together."

"They are all top-notch warriors, definitely much stronger than those unreliable mercenaries."

"If we act together, your chances of winning will definitely be much greater."

Seeing that Geralt not only agreed to this task but was also willing to bring along some powerful helpers to act together, a brilliant smile immediately appeared on Keira's face.

She moved her body directly, sat on Geralt, raised her head, and offered a passionate kiss.

At the same time, while kissing, she took off her long dress and said in an almost whispering voice: "Let's go take a bath quickly, my dear Geralt. You don't know how many nights I have missed your strong body." "Ravish me to your heart's content; tonight I belong to you."

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This was a quite enjoyable night. It seems Keira really attaches great importance to this matter. After getting Geralt's promise, she immediately used all her skills, and even pulled Maisie along, bringing the witcher extreme pleasure.

When Geralt got out of bed the next day, both ladies were unwilling to get up, but lay on the bed like a pile of mud, not wanting to move, their naked skin covered with traces left by the madness of last night.

Geralt didn't mind accompanying them for a few more happy nights, but he had an appointment with Maisie of the Cat Claw Mercenary Group in the afternoon, and he also had to talk to Letho and the others about this commission, so he had no time to continue sinking into pleasure.

When he returned to his mansion, Maisie was already waiting at the door. Seeing Geralt, the big financier, she immediately brought a few subordinates to greet him and had a warm exchange of pleasantries.

Compared to a few months ago, the little beauty cat had taken on a new look. Not only did she put on more bright and beautiful equipment, but the temperament on her face also became more confident. Every gesture carried a kind of self-confidence and capability like a strong woman, and combined with her beautiful appearance, it even made people have the illusion that the other party was some great female noble.

And the reason for such a big change was obviously because Geralt's large remuneration made her career a huge success. The Cat Claw Mercenary Group also expanded from a small mercenary group of a dozen people to hundreds of people today. They earned wealth that they could never earn in a lifetime in the past.

After entering the room, Maisie very sensibly let her subordinates stay outside, while she herself quite diligently took the initiative to serve tea and water for Geralt, the big boss, and asked with a diligent expression:

"Boss, do you have anything for me?"

Geralt drank the black tea handed over by the female mercenary leader calmly, while signaling the other party to sit opposite, and asked gently: "How is the rescue work these past few months?"

"How many members of non-human races have you transported to Lady Francesca in total?"

Facing Geralt's question, Maisie's attitude was quite respectful, and she said seriously: "Boss, since the last settlement, we have submitted six hundred and seventy members to Lady Francesca in these few months."

"Among them, there are three hundred and forty-three elves, two hundred and fifty-four dwarves, and seventy-three are halflings."

"However, boss, the non-human races in Wyzima and some surrounding villages who are willing to leave have basically all been transported away by us."

"The remaining ones are all die-hards, or wealthy citizens with property. They are definitely unwilling to leave their assets behind and go to a strange place."

Of course, this time was calculated according to the main time set by the Goddess of Wealth, where the flow of time was about half that of the Wizard World.

Converted, Geralt could also earn about 70,000 to 80,000 Orens per day. This was wealth that many noble families couldn't accumulate in hundreds of years, but for the current Witcher, it was just the income of one day while lying at home.

It wasn't that Geralt was reluctant to give Maisie, this little maid, more gold; it was just that as a commoner, and a powerless girl without any supernatural strength, too much wealth might instead invite misfortune.

As a maid, she couldn't stay by Keira's side forever; she would eventually have to face life alone and find another way out.

Even Keira, a sorceress with magical power, might die at the hands of some Witch Hunter in the future without Geralt's help, let alone her, a mortal.

In the world of magic, most people's lives were like duckweed drifting with the current; no one knew where their future would drift.

And just as Maisie leaned against Geralt, seemingly somewhat lost in the man's romance, a crisp sound of footsteps slowly came from the courtyard.

Hearing these footsteps, Geralt did not rush to push Maisie away; he just picked up the cup of black tea with a calm expression and took a light sip.

When the owner of the footsteps, Keira, wearing a red and blue dress, walked into the living room, Maisie immediately stood up in a panic, her eyes involuntarily looking at the large bag of gold coins on the table.

Such an action made Keira, who had just walked in, involuntarily raise her eyebrows.

As a royal advisor, although Keira looked petite and cute, her personality actually had a strong side, especially when the object was the maid she had watched grow up; this strength was even more obvious.

Keira raised her eyebrows, turned her gaze, which looked like a smile but wasn't, back and forth between Geralt and Maisie a few times, finally locked onto Geralt, and said with a tone of slight mockery, "It seems I've come back at a bad time, Geralt."

"What are you and my maid doing secretly? Are you having an affair?"