Chapter 30: Is the Main Story Finally Starting?

"Hey! White-hair, do you want to continue playing?"

The dwarf who won the money had red hair and a huge wine-red nose. He grabbed the seven or eight Ducats from the cards and stuffed them into his arms, saying triumphantly to Geralt: "This is a new gadget invented by us dwarves. You must possess a smart brain and the luck favored by the gods to win against others."

"If you don't want to play anymore, then stand up and give the opportunity to others. My luck is very good today; I will definitely win a lot of gold coins."

Geralt grinned and didn't speak. He was clearly very interested in this new gadget. Now that he was injured and couldn't participate in the battle, how could he easily give up this new fun?

He put away the Gwent cards that the dwarf had temporarily lent him, took out five Ducats from his pocket, placed them on the ground, and said in a hoarse voice: "I still have a few coins in my pocket. Whether you can take them away depends on your ability."

The dwarf laughed.

"I like your personality, White-hair. My name is Horton."

Saying this, he took out two Ducats from his arms, threw them to a halfling beside him, and said generously:

"Pete, bring me and my new friend two cups of Wyzima Champion. Drinking while playing cards is the only way to experience the true fun of Gwent."

Wayne stood on the side, seeing Geralt make a new friend through Gwent, feeling a bit interesting.

However, he had been busy in the underground pond for a long time, and even had to jump into the pond to find the entrance where monsters might enter. His body was not only covered in mud and water, but even his underwear was stained with dirty blood, which was itchy and very uncomfortable.

He must take a bath first.

He returned to his tent, took a set of clean clothes, walked out of the cavern, and came to the riverside to start scrubbing his body.

The North in early spring was still cold. Fortunately, after the Trial of the Grasses mutation, Wayne's body had long been vastly different from ordinary people. Although the cold water bath wasn't comfortable, it wasn't unacceptable.

By the time he finished his bath and returned to the camp, he saw that the dwarf named Horton already had a pile of shining Ducats in front of him, adding up to over a hundred.

And before he left, Geralt, who looked calm and relaxed, had eyes slightly red, his poker face couldn't hold his expression anymore, his hand holding the Gwent cards was trembling slightly, and he pursed his lips, clearly having lost quite a bit.

Sure enough, after losing another round, Geralt threw the Gwent cards in his hand to the ground with some frustration, controlled his emotions, and said: "Alright, bearded Horton, you win. I don't have a single coin on me now."

"It must be the injury on my body that affected my performance."

"No way, I'll play with you again tomorrow."

The dwarf didn't get angry either. He generously let the halfling named Pete send two large cups of Wyzima Champion to the two, and said with a smile:

"You are welcome to challenge me at any time, Witcher."

"I won't hide it from you, in this camp, my Gwent card technology is the strongest, hahahaha!"

Geralt stood up, smacked his lips, and touched his shriveled money bag with some heartache.

"Is that so? That's really interesting."

He rubbed his chest, turned around, saw Wayne who had returned from his bath, and said:

"Hey, brother."

"I'm going to lie down in the tent for a while to nurse my injuries. Don't act rashly in the afternoon's action. Let's wait until we discuss it."

Wayne nodded, patted Geralt on the shoulder, and then watched him walk slowly into the tent.

According to the doctor in the camp, Geralt's injuries were not serious, but two ribs had cracked, and his internal organs had also suffered a considerable degree of impact. This kind of injury might require a month or two for ordinary people to lie down, but according to the Witcher's super recovery ability, he probably only needed a week to recover to normal.

After Geralt left, Wayne looked at the campfire where the dwarf was. Without Geralt's participation, the other few elves and dwarves who were watching didn't choose to duel with Horton in Gwent.

I don't know if they were short of money or afraid of Horton's Gwent card technology.

After considering for a few seconds, Wayne took the initiative to walk up and said to the bearded dwarf Horton, who was drinking heavily and tidying up his Gwent cards:

"Hey! Bearded one, the game you just played is quite interesting."

"Can you teach me how to play?"

Horton looked up, saw it was Wayne, and didn't see it as an outsider. He pointed to the seat opposite him familiarly and said: "It's you, young Witcher, I know you."

"You have a good relationship with our leader Toruviel, and you also helped us deal with the monsters in the ruins."

"Do you also want to play Gwent? No problem, I will teach you!"

"This time, we young dwarves came out of the Mahakam Mountains, apart from wanting to see the world outside, we wanted to pass on the fun of Gwent to the whole world."

Wayne kept a kind smile on his face and didn't speak. As a veteran of Gwent card collection in the game, did his Gwent card technology need others to teach him?

However, it was only 1250 now, and Gwent hadn't become popular on a large scale, so even the well-informed Geralt only played this game today.

No one would have thought that this card game invented by dwarves in the future would become a super popular gambling project that swept the world and attracted countless people to pursue it.

Perhaps, it was the efforts of dwarves like Horton among them.

Half an hour later, the bearded dwarf Horton, who was full of smiles, no longer had the smile from the beginning.

He tugged at his red beard with some heartache. The over a hundred Ducats he had won with great difficulty, together with the over 150 Crowns he had accumulated himself, had all been moved to Wayne's side.

Not only that, his precious pipe, gemstone ring, and the fine iron battle axe that had accompanied him in battle for decades had all become Wayne's possessions.

Of course, Horton believed this was only temporary, and it wouldn't be long before he could win them back.

It was just that no one expected that this young Witcher, who claimed he didn't even know how to play Gwent half an hour ago and didn't even have his own deck, would win more than a dozen games in a row, winning the strongest Gwent card master in this camp until he almost didn't even have his pants left.

Could it be that this was the legendary "playing the pig to eat the tiger"? However, at this time, Wayne's mind was not on him. After winning more than a dozen games against Horton in a row, he was surprised to find that a special skill appeared on his professional skills.

Gwent LV1: Luck +1.

The simple introduction contained very significant meaning.

You must know that this skill didn't appear in the column of auxiliary skills, but became a professional skill of the Witcher, just like swordsmanship, Signs, and mutation level.

The effect given was actually to increase the heaven-defying attribute of luck, how could it not make him surprised?

Could it be that Gwent is his main quest?

(End of Chapter) ===== CHAPTER 31 =====