Chapter 31: Continuing the Clearing Work

Gaining a new ability made Wayne's mood very pleasant.

He looked at the bearded dwarf Horton who brought him this good luck, played with his fine iron battle axe for a few times, and said with a smile:

"Bearded one, although I also like your axe and pipe, I neither smoke nor am good at using an axe."

"Then, how about we make a deal?"

Hearing the deal, Horton subconsciously covered his empty money bag and asked in a dull voice:

"What deal, Witcher?"

"I'll say it first, I don't have a single coin on me."

"Cleaner than a female dwarf's butt."

"If you still want to continue playing cards, I can only pull out the gold tooth in my mouth and come for another round with you."

Hearing the dwarf's dull words, Wayne felt a bit dumbfounded. He put Horton's pipe, gemstone ring, and fine iron battle axe in front of the dwarf and pushed them toward the dwarf,

and said in a tone full of temptation:

"I like the game of Gwent very much and am willing to help you dwarves promote this game."

"However, I don't even have a deck of my own, so it's hard to let others understand their fun."

"How about this, I return your things to you, and you divide your Gwent cards in half for me, how about it?"

After hearing Wayne's words, the bearded Horton's expression immediately became tangled.

The pipe, axe, and that gemstone ring were all his beloved personal items that had accompanied him for many years. Of course, he was reluctant to give them up.

However, the Gwent deck in his hand was also won by him one card at a time from other dwarves, and each card was paid for with a lot of effort and hard work.

However, after struggling for more than ten seconds, the dwarf still chose his personal items. After all, if the cards were gone, they could be won back, but if the beloved things were gone, it would be very hard to find replacements.

The bearded Horton was quite honest. After reaching a deal with Wayne, he didn't play any tricks at all, directly dividing his Gwent cards in half for Wayne, totaling more than 40 cards, and even including two relatively rare cards.

At this time, Gwent hadn't been promoted, everything was in the starting stage, the types of cards were not many, and there was no division of factions at all. There were no Nilfgaard, Skellige, or Scoia'tael, or monster factions.

However, the basic rules were relatively perfect, and the duel between all factions would also appear with various unexpected fun, which was quite fun.

A few hours later, when Toruviel brought people to clear the underground pond and arranged guards and other related work.

She was surprised to find that the half-elf Witcher she valued very much was holding the card gadget that dwarves liked to play, looking for people to bet with all over the camp, not letting go of men, women, old, or young.

What was most infuriating was that this guy had superb technology and very good luck. In less than an afternoon, he had emptied the pockets of many residents who liked to gamble.

He even won some personal items of gambling ghosts, almost stripping the other party's pants.

This made Toruviel feel a bit ashamed. If she hadn't run over to stop it in time, she didn't know what more shameful things those gambling ghosts who had lost their minds would do.

Wayne also realized that he was a bit carried away, but this couldn't be blamed on him, because he found that if he wanted to upgrade his Gwent level and obtain luck attributes, he didn't need to practice hard for a long time like swordsmanship and Signs, and rub up proficiency bit by bit.

If he wanted to improve the proficiency of Gwent, he had to duel with others with stakes, and he had to win to be effective.

From the results of his test this afternoon, if he won an ordinary person who knew nothing and was just making up the numbers, the Gwent level would not have any improvement.

But if he won a veteran who knew how to play Gwent, he would get one to two points of proficiency according to their strength.

However, it was a pity that repeating winning money couldn't brush proficiency like brushing points. He seemed to be able to get a proficiency reward from each person only once.

Having obtained the test results, Wayne's purpose was also achieved. He pretended to scratch his head with some apology, and his expression was sincere to Toruviel:

"Sorry, sorry, Toruviel. I just learned this new game and got a bit carried away?"

"This game is very interesting. Perhaps you should also take time to learn it. It will exercise your thinking ability and make you smarter."

"As for these personal items, you should take them back and return them to your residents. Tell them that this is what you bought from me, and they will be more grateful to you."

However, the female elf frowned slightly upon hearing this, then took out 100 Ducats from the pocket on her belt and handed them to Wayne, saying:

"Just do as you say, Wayne."

"But I won't take these things for nothing. They were won by you, and they are things you deserve."

Regarding Toruviel's approach, Wayne shrugged his shoulders indifferently. He didn't continue to chat about Gwent and started talking about business directly.

"Although my companion Geralt is injured, I will still continue to help you clear these ruins."

"Of course, if I clear it alone, I will be more cautious, and the time required may be longer. I hope you don't mind."

Toruviel was quite sensible. From the battle situation this morning, she also saw clearly that to clear these ruins, she must hire a Witcher.

Otherwise, relying on these elves and dwarves under her, she didn't know how many would have to be sacrificed to complete this work.

As for the consumption of time, there was no need to worry. The lifespan of non-human races was generally quite long, and time was not a very urgent thing for them.

The next day, Wayne replenished the supplies on his body and, under Geralt's repeated instructions, restarted work.

And in order to let Wayne fight more safely, the White Wolf even lent him his silver sword temporarily.

This was a silver-white sword carved with countless inscriptions. Compared to an ordinary steel sword, this silver sword didn't know what kind of metal was added, making it both light and sharp, and very sturdy.

It was said that this was the most valuable piece of equipment on Geralt, much more expensive than his armor or mount. Before every battle, he would consider it repeatedly, and only when he had to use a silver sword would he choose to use this weapon.

Usually, he didn't even want to take it out, always hiding it on Roach, not using it easily.

And during the battle, the White Wolf would also be especially careful, not letting this treasure sword have any nicks or damage, otherwise, the price of repairing this treasure sword would be higher than his task remuneration.

Thinking of the look in Geralt's eyes when he lent this treasure sword, as if he were lending his wife to someone else, Wayne couldn't help but want to laugh, and also felt a bit moved.

Although the time they spent together wasn't long, these Wolf School Witchers were really very loyal, not brothers, but better than brothers.

And being able to have a group of good brothers who could treat each other sincerely in this cold and barbaric era was undoubtedly a warm thing.

(End of Chapter) ===== CHAPTER 32 =====