Chapter 61: Banquet Invitation

The next afternoon, in Eibhear's dwarf blacksmith shop.

"Haha, kid, my points are three times yours, and you only have three cards left in your hand."

"If you can beat me with three cards, I will swallow the wine bottle in my hand, hahaha."

Finally seeing a hope of victory, the dwarf master, who had lost six games in a row, stroked his beard quite happily, and then tasted a sip of East of the East from Toussaint, letting out a hearty laugh.

And Wayne, sitting opposite him, didn't panic at all, showing a meaningful smile to the dwarf.

First, he released a Biting Frost card, forcing both sides' siege weapon cards to become one point, abolishing a pile of cards with the highest points of the dwarf, and then took out a Commander's Horn card, placed it on his ranged column, directly doubling his ranged points.

Finally, in the dumbfounded gaze of the dwarf master, Wayne took out another Commander's Horn card and placed it in his melee column.

With just three cards, the situation was immediately reversed, and he successfully won this gambling game.

Wayne reached out and picked up his cup of East of the East, drank it comfortably, the sweet taste with a smoky aroma lingering between his tongue and mouth, he glanced at the huge red wine bottle and said quietly:

"Master Eibhear, this wine bottle is too big. Even if it's a dwarf's throat, it can't be stuffed in, right? Are you really going to swallow it?"

The dwarf master didn't expect that the boast he just made would immediately suffer retribution. Hearing Wayne's teasing, his bronze-colored old face couldn't help but turn red.

Just as he wanted to say a few words to save his face, the bastard kid Wayne opposite him said again:

"Of course, I know you are joking, Master. However, I have already won this Gwent gambling game according to the agreement. I wonder if you can agree to my small request?"

Hearing this, Eibhear suppressed the depression in his heart because he lost the Gwent game, and instead asked Wayne with some curiosity:

"This is a small matter, of course I can agree to you."

"However, I am a bit curious, Wayne kid. As a Witcher, you don't go out to kill monsters and do contracts, how come you thought of learning blacksmithing technology from me?"

"Your Witcher contracts can earn much more than our blacksmithing."

Hearing this, Wayne picked up the master-level silver sword forged by Master Eibhear, pulled it out of the scabbard, revealing the cold-shining blade and the exquisite and mysterious magic runes on the sword, appreciating it with some intoxication.

This treasure sword took Master Eibhear two days and two nights to forge, with seven or eight dwarf blacksmiths assisting from the side. Just looking at its appearance was enough to make a warrior intoxicated.

After a few seconds, he answered:

"Master, this is a wish of mine."

"As a warrior, I hope to own the most powerful weapons and armor in the world, but with my personality, I would rather forge them myself than hope for others to forge them for me."

"Forge the most powerful weapons and armor in the world?"

Eibhear was stunned when he heard this, murmured, couldn't help but laugh out loud, said "ambitious", and then his expression stiffened, and he said with disdain:

"Bastard kid, I have specialized in blacksmithing for seventy years, and I don't dare to say this."

"You, a kid who knows nothing, dare to speak wildly. You really don't know the height of the sky and the depth of the earth."

After scolding, the dwarf blacksmith master took the lit pipe, took a sip of East of the East, a sip of mellow tobacco, enjoyed it for a few seconds, and said:

"Fine, kid. I don't care what your bullshit reason is. We dwarves always keep our promises."

"From today on, you can come to our blacksmith shop to learn blacksmithing technology at any time. If you have any questions, you can ask me or other dwarves."

"You don't have to be an apprentice to me either. We don't play those imaginary things. In the future, if there is any good wine, bring some over for me to taste."

Seeing that his goal was achieved, Wayne immediately flattered Master Eibhear a few times, but the dwarf blacksmith didn't appreciate it, scolded Wayne a few times loudly, and drove Wayne out of his room.

Speaking of which, this Master Eibhear was really a person of temperament. A master-level silver sword of the Wolf School, including work and materials, cost at least more than a thousand orens.

Geralt once revealed that his silver sword was forged in Novigrad with two hundred crowns he saved for three years.

Converted, at the current exchange rate, one crown was about equal to seven orens. His master-level silver sword was worth almost 1,400 orens, which was worthy of being the most expensive equipment on most Witchers.

And Master Eibhear really didn't mention any reward after accepting that bottle of East of the East, and generously shared that fine wine with Wayne.

This was a dwarf friend worth making, Wayne thought in his heart, avoided the crowd on the road, and soon returned to the Fox Tavern where he currently lived.

Just as he walked into the tavern, a cute girl wearing a maid outfit greeted him. Her face was flushed, she bowed to Wayne, and handed him an invitation letter a bit timidly, saying:

"Mr. Wayne, this is an invitation letter from Lady Keira for you. She invites you to attend her birthday banquet in two days."

Wayne reached out and took the invitation letter, looked at the girl with a smile, and said:

"Are you feeling better, Maisie?"

The girl's face turned even redder when she heard this. She was requested by her mistress Keira to join the battlefield in the second half of the night.

But because she was an ordinary human and a virgin, she only lasted less than two hours before falling into a deep sleep. When she woke up in the morning, both the mistress and Wayne had already left the mansion.

But the wild and strong body of the Witcher and his endless energy had become a beautiful memory in her mind that would never be forgotten.

She blushed and didn't dare to look at Wayne's eyes, and said in a small voice:

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Wayne. My body is fine."

"The invitation letter has been delivered. There are still many things at home waiting for me to deal with. Please allow me to leave first."

However, before she could turn to leave, Wayne said with some apology:

"Sorry, Maisie, please express my apologies to Lady Keira. On the day of the birthday banquet, I have important things to deal with and cannot participate in her banquet."

"However, I will carefully prepare a birthday gift for her, hoping she can understand me."

Hearing this, Maisie looked up at Wayne with some surprise. The birthday banquet of the royal advisor was an upper-class banquet that many people dreamed of participating in, but she didn't expect the man in front of her to refuse.

But as Keira's personal maid, she couldn't change the guest's idea, so she could only say with some regret:

"I will convey it to Lady Keira, Mr. Wayne."

"However, I think Lady Keira is really looking forward to your arrival. If possible, please don't refuse this invitation."

Wayne sighed in his heart. If it weren't for the fact that this birthday banquet would invite many upper-class figures in the kingdom to participate, he probably wouldn't have refused.

However, so far, he hadn't prepared to enter the vision of those big shots, didn't want to be too high-profile and attract attention, so he could only refuse the beauty's kindness.

"Sorry, Maisie, I really have important things to deal with. Please express my sincere apologies to Lady Keira."

Seeing that Wayne's attitude was sincere and not like a disguise, Maisie said "um" with regret:

"Since that's the case, I will convey your apologies to Lady Keira."

After saying that, the girl left in a hurry, this slightly chaotic slum area.

Just after the girl left the tavern, Dandelion, who had been hiding on the side watching the show, whistled loudly and said in a singing voice:

"Wayne, a heartless Witcher."

"How could you refuse the invitation of a cute girl? If it were me, I would definitely let this girl fall into a sweet river of love."

"Only sweet memories like honey wine can respond to the enthusiasm of a beautiful girl."

Wayne didn't pay attention to Dandelion who was making trouble, but walked to a wine table on the side where Geralt was also watching the show, sat down, and drank a glass of ice beer.

The White Wolf raised his eyebrows, and a teasing smile appeared on his paralyzed face, mocking:

"What's wrong, Wayne? If you regret it now, you can still go and chase the girl back."

"Didn't return to the tavern all night last night, was it spending a beautiful night with this girl?"

Wayne rolled his eyes and didn't explain that he had fought a battle with two women, one of whom was a sorceress.

He placed the master-level silver sword forged by Master Eibhear in front of Geralt, took down two light crossbows with a semi-metal and semi-wood structure from his belt, placed them on the table together, and said:

"My silver sword has been forged, and these two crossbows are the prizes I won from a blacksmith master. You can choose one as my gift to you."

The White Wolf raised his eyebrows, didn't look at the crossbow, but reached out and picked up the master-level silver sword, pulled out the sword blade, watched it carefully, and couldn't help but sigh:

"Exquisite craftsmanship, excellent materials, really a good sword. This must be the work of a weapon forging master."

"You really surprised me, Wayne. This sword must have cost you more than a thousand orens, right? Where did you get so much money?"

Wayne shrugged, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said with a bit of pride:

"Didn't spend a penny, Geralt."

"You might not believe it, but I won it with my dick."

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