Chapter 5: Geralt of Rivia

Life at Kaer Morhen was very simple. Encouraged by the system rewards, Wayne focused wholeheartedly on various Witcher training every day.

Through hard work, the feeling of watching his strength grow bit by bit almost made him forget to eat and sleep.

This monotonous and fulfilling life made time pass very quickly; almost in the blink of an eye, it went from summer to early winter.

Counting the time, it had been almost four months since he came to this world.

In these four months, Wayne didn't waste a single bit of time. Aside from significant improvements in various skills, almost every day, he would complete an Ordinary level training mission from his mentor Vesemir.

Wayne (14 years old)

Profession: Witcher

Level: 3 (63/300)

Ability points: 2

Attributes: Strength 15, Agility 20, Constitution 17, Spirit 20.

Skills: Swordplay LV2, Signs LV2, Mutation LV1.

Special Bloodline: Elder Blood (Faint, unawakened). Activation requires ten ability points.

Subsidiary Skills: Archery LV1, Cooking LV3, Planting LV1.

Four months of hard work, aside from allowing Wayne to truly master the combat abilities of a Witcher, the most important thing was that his Witcher profession had also leveled up twice.

Not only did he gain a physical quality improvement of plus two to all attributes, but he also gained two precious ability points.

According to the explanation given by the system, ability points are extremely precious and can be used as attribute points to improve physical attributes or as skill points to improve skill levels.

And the system also prompted that when each skill is upgraded to a threshold level like level five, ten, or fifteen, one can also use ability points to unlock special professional specialties.

This made Wayne very expectant, and he kept the ability points, waiting to use them later.

This day at dusk, Wayne, as usual, left the castle of Kaer Morhen after finishing his daily physical training.

As a member of the Great Empire of Foodies, aside from daily training, what he liked most was to find some wild ingredients around the castle to add a few dishes for himself and Vesemir.

And that small stream less than three hundred meters away from the castle was a quite good collection spot.

As the water source closest to Kaer Morhen, Wayne not only set up several fishing traps along the river, often catching fish and shrimp, but also reclaimed a vegetable garden on a flat land not far from the small river.

In his previous life, he was a child from the countryside. Although he couldn't be considered a professional in vegetable growing, he did a decent job under the influence of his surroundings.

The old Witcher Vesemir was very surprised by this behavior of his, even teasing that he might be the first Witcher in thousands of years who liked to be a farmer.

However, Wayne didn't care about this. Life in the Middle Ages was too bitter; if he didn't add some fun to his life, the long life of a Witcher would be too boring.

Just as he was holding a few small fish with a straw rope and had plucked a few green vegetables from the vegetable plot, walking toward the castle.

A slightly heavy footstep suddenly entered his hearing range.

Wayne was startled, thinking it was some drowner that had accidentally wandered here along the stream.

He quickly put down the ingredients in his hand, drew the unsharpened steel sword from his back, and assumed a Witcher swordplay offensive stance in the direction the sound came from.

At this time, Wayne had not yet officially graduated and did not have his own silver sword.

However, more than twenty meters away, what met his eyes was not the drowner he expected, but a man wearing light armor of the School of the Wolf, carrying two swords on his back.

He was leading a deep brown horse, with some huge packages tied to it.

The man was handsome, with a world-weary temperament, silver-white hair, several scars on his face, and a pair of golden beast-like pupils.

Seeing Wayne, the handsome man's somewhat expressionless face pulled into a slightly stiff smile, and he said in a hoarse voice:

"Long time no see, Wayne."

However, when he saw the beast-like pupils unique to a Witcher on Wayne's face, he was stunned for a moment, and then the smile on his face became more cordial.

"It seems our School of the Wolf has an extra little Witcher."

"By the way, where are the other children?"

Seeing this handsome Witcher, with just one glance, Wayne recognized who he was through his memories.

He was the protagonist of The Witcher series of novels and the Witcher game trilogy, the most legendary Witcher of the School of the Wolf in the future, the sorceress-pile-driver, the Gwent gambling king, Geralt of Rivia.

However, these future things had not happened yet. At this time, Geralt didn't even know Yennefer, and Ciri, the Child of Destiny who would stir up various forces in the future, wasn't even an embryo yet.

Everyone was Vesemir's apprentice, so Geralt naturally knew Wayne. However, in the past, because Wayne and the other children were too young and had spent too little time together, they couldn't be considered close to Geralt.

Hearing the White Wolf ask about the other children, Wayne immediately said with a hint of sorrow:

"They didn't survive the final trial; I am the only one who survived."

Geralt's eyes dimmed upon hearing this, but he quickly recovered. He looked toward the location of Kaer Morhen castle, patted his mount, and said to Wayne:

"Don't dwell too much on the past, Wayne."

"This is the choice of fate; no one can change it."

"I brought back a lot of food and supplies. This winter, I will spend the winter in the castle."

"Let's have a big meal tonight."

Wayne actually had no impression of the other children, let alone any sorrow.

He picked up the green vegetables and fresh fish on the ground again, showed them off to Geralt, and said with a smile:

"It just so happens that it's been more than half a year since we last met, and my cooking skills are no longer what they used to be."

"Tonight, let me show you my craft."

………………

At night, Kaer Morhen castle hall.

Wayne, Vesemir, and Geralt were sitting at a dining table enjoying dinner.

Braised chicken chunks, smoked roasted fish, beef stewed with potatoes and red wine, plus several kinds of fresh green vegetables, filled the entire dining table—it was a very sumptuous dinner.

Geralt, who had been rushing about and running on mountain roads for several days, swallowed the delicious food in his mouth, and a look of enjoyment appeared on his somewhat expressionless face, and he couldn't help but praise:

"This is the most delicious side dish I have ever eaten."

"Compared to you, the food made by those so-called tavern chefs with beards is just like shit."

Vesemir happily drank a mouthful of the ice beer Geralt brought back and also said with emotion:

"Yes, Geralt."

"Wayne is the most talented child I have ever seen."

"Not only his cooking skills, but after the Trial of the Grasses, whether it is Signs or swordplay, he is growing at an astonishing speed."

"I think that in a few years, he might become the strongest Witcher among us."

Geralt was very surprised to hear this. He knew very well that Vesemir was a rigid and conservative person and would not lie about this.

He just didn't expect that as the Grandmaster of the School of the Wolf, he would actually think so highly of Wayne's future development.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 6 =====