Chapter 34: Contract Completed

In the afternoon, Geralt found the elven woman again.

"Have the ruins been fully explored?"

"Yes, except for the last building locked by the metal door, I have checked all other areas; there will be no more monsters coming out of the ground to attack you."

"As for that building, I speculate that it is a treasury; there should be an inactive magic node inside, which does not pose a threat for the time being."

"But that door is simply too sturdy; I tried many methods, but I couldn't open it. Perhaps too much time has passed, and the internal facilities are damaged."

Things were indeed as Geralt said; the door to that treasury was simply too sturdy, and after being treated with magic, ordinary people simply could not open that door.

Even if something went wrong inside, it was estimated that it would only be locked inside the treasury, and nothing could be done.

Hearing Geralt's explanation, Toruviel nodded in realization. She was silent for a few seconds, then opened her mouth and said: "Thank you, Geralt, you have done us a great favor."

"Later, I will take people to patrol this ruin once. If the last building really cannot be opened, then this contract is considered completed."

Speaking of this, Toruviel raised her head, looked into Geralt's eyes, and said: "What about next? Where are you planning to go? Will you still stay in Kaedwen?"

Geralt thought for a moment, feeling that there was nothing worth hiding, so he spread his hands and said: "I can't say for sure, Toruviel."

"Geralt's injuries have almost healed. Next, we are preparing to leave Kaedwen as soon as possible."

"You also know that the residents here simply do not welcome non-human races and witchers."

"We are preparing to go along the Pontar River to Temeria first to see, and where to go after that will depend on where there are contracts."

Toruviel sighed upon hearing this, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out to touch Geralt's face.

Through the time spent together, she also understood how much potential the half-elf youth in front of her had, and in terms of wisdom and knowledge, he was also much stronger than many of his own race.

As a long-lived race, being able to become a master of swordsmanship in his teens was something to be proud of.

What's more, witchers not only had superb swordsmanship and a physique stronger than ordinary people, but they could also use some spells, making them more powerful than ordinary swordsmanship masters. In her heart, they even fit the definition of the strong better than those weak spellcasters.

She liked the feeling of being with Geralt very much and couldn't help but ask again:

"Are you really not considering staying here, Geralt?"

"If it were you, you would definitely be able to bring more hope to our elven race."

"I also really need your help."

Geralt heard this, looked at the elven woman's eyes, shook his head gently, and did not speak.

Toruviel withdrew her hand helplessly and said:

"Alright then, Geralt, you have your own path, I will not force you."

"The reward for this contract will be settled according to what we agreed upon before: 1,500 ducats, or one-quarter of the loot in the ruins."

"If you choose the former, I can gather it for you now."

"And if you choose the latter, the value should be higher, but those spoils all need time to be processed, and we don't know the specific value, so your remuneration will have to be delayed for a period of time."

"But if you trust me, I will have someone send the money to you after it is processed."

Geralt nodded. This was not Toruviel playing any tricks; he had explored the entire ruin himself, and he knew exactly what loot there was.

Time is the most powerful weapon; once countless powerful warriors, spellcasters, or kings all turned into dust before it.

Perhaps this ruin was worth a fortune thousands of years ago and possessed countless wealth, but now, except for some precious metals that are difficult to be corroded and oxidized, everything else has ceased to exist and become waste.

And wanting to convert these legacies into usable wealth certainly requires a certain amount of time.

Geralt waved his hand and said to the elven woman:

"No need to be so troublesome, Toruviel, I'll choose the 1,500 ducats." "By the way, there is one more thing, I wonder if I can trouble you?"

Hearing that Geralt had something to ask, Toruviel did not refuse, and her expression became slightly serious as she said:

"What is it? If I can do it, I won't refuse."

Geralt waved his finger, signaling the elven woman not to be so serious, and said with a smile: "It's just a small matter, don't be nervous."

"I just want to know if you know any elven sorcerers. The loot here has great historical value; perhaps if you sell them to elven sorcerers, you can get a higher reward."

"And if you know any sorcerers, you can also help me sell those gargoyle hearts to them."

"I remember that this thing seems to be quite popular in the sorcerer circle."

The elven woman hesitated for a few seconds upon hearing this. She had originally promised that adult that she could not tell others this news easily. However, out of trust in Geralt, she still opened her mouth and said: "I can try to help, Geralt."

"I know a lady who is a powerful spellcaster, and the reason why I and other residents can stay in this ruin is precisely because of her help."

"If that lady is interested, I will sell your gargoyle hearts to her. At that time, I will find a way to have someone transfer the money to you."

"No, no, no, you don't need to specifically send someone." Geralt hurriedly waved his hand.

"We witchers need to accept contracts everywhere, and I don't even know which country I will be staying in."

He thought for a moment and said directly: "Before this winter, I will return to Kaedwen. If you are still here then, transfer the money to me."

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After completing this expert-level contract, Geralt's mood was quite pleasant. Geralt's injuries had basically healed, and he was able to carry out various activities freely.

According to the agreement before departure, Geralt generously split the 1,500 ducats of remuneration with him, 750 ducats each, which earned him a closer attitude from the White Wolf.

This was a huge sum of money; if it were just for eating and drinking, it would even be enough for the two of them to use for a whole year.

After completing the contract, he did not rush to leave, but stayed in this camp for another two days. After confirming that it was truly safe inside the ruins, he solemnly bid farewell to Toruviel, the first friend he had made.

Regarding the dimensional rift left by that Place of Power, the system also had an explanation.

If this world were a human, then this dimensional rift could only be considered an insignificant tiny wound, not even counting as a superficial injury.

Unless someone uses rituals or magic to guide it, otherwise, powerful life forms from other worlds simply cannot come to this world through this wound.

And in these two days, Geralt was not idle either. He pulled his black mare, which he had named Lucifer, and found the elven woman again, requesting her guidance.

Toruviel enthusiastically agreed to this request and, together with Geralt, practiced riding in the forest on the mare.

Geralt had quite good talent for sports, and finally succeeded in learning the basic operations of riding before saying goodbye, and also obtained an auxiliary skill called Riding.

Riding LV1: Compatibility with mount +1.

And on the day of the real parting, Geralt and Geralt, the two of them, led their respective mounts, carrying their luggage, stood at the exit of the cave, and bid farewell to Toruviel and several acquaintances they had met in the camp during this period.

The elven leader stepped forward to hug Geralt, left a gentle farewell kiss on his cheek, and presented him with a carefully prepared gift.

It was an exquisite longbow made of special wood, with a total length of nearly 80 centimeters from top to bottom.

Some elven inscriptions were carved on the bow body, and the bowstring was tanned from the animal leather of an unknown species, which was very tough.

This was a gift Toruviel specially gave him after hearing that Geralt wanted to learn archery.

At the same time, for the current elven people, bows and arrows were also their most powerful weapons. Perhaps, this also pinned Toruviel's hidden hope; she hoped that Geralt would not forget his own bloodline and help more elven people.

And there is no banquet in the world that does not end. After the two sides bid farewell amicably, Geralt and Geralt, the two witchers, still took their generous rewards and their friend's gifts, and disappeared into the forest under the gaze of everyone.

(End of chapter)