Chapter 68: Lara's Request for Help

Time flew by, and Wayne's days on duty at the lumber camp came to an end.

The last few days of life were quite peaceful; neither werewolves came to attack the lumber camp, nor did the werewolf's child come to seek revenge on him, which made Wayne breathe a sigh of relief.

He briefly introduced to Deacon Ozck the information about Geralt, who would come to take over his shift in the afternoon.

After a simple farewell, he rode his mount, Lucifer, along the road he came from and returned to Wyzima.

A week later, there was no change in the city; it was still very busy. Because many workers were needed to build the new city, work became quite easy to find, and even the poor families in the slums lived more comfortably than in previous years.

When he returned home, Wayne found that Geralt was also at home, shirtless, holding a hammer and a wooden saw, working hard on carpentry.

In the open space in the backyard, there was also a lot of wood and thatch piled up.

After he asked curiously, Geralt said embarrassedly: "When I came home yesterday, I found that Roach had broken free from the reins and ran to the front yard, eating a lot of the flowers and plants you planted."

"In the evening, that little godling named Lara ran out from the well, very angry, and I don't know what magic she used, but Roach had diarrhea all night, leaving horse manure all over the yard."

"I thought this wasn't a solution, so I just bought some materials and prepared to build a stable in the backyard."

Wayne nodded, not angry. The area of this house was a full thousand ping, which converted to more than three thousand square meters. Not to mention building a stable, even building another martial arts arena, swimming pool, and backyard garden would be more than enough.

It seems that Lara, that little guy, really likes the flowers and plants in the front yard. It just so happens that he collected many herb seeds from the forest this time, so he can build a greenhouse for planting herbs beside the well in the backyard.

Going to the forest to collect herbs every time he makes medicine is really too troublesome. Letting the little guy become his free gardener is a good idea.

As for the legendary Lady of the Lake, although he also had the intention of getting close, such things cannot be forced. After all, the power of the Aerondight is definitely a weapon every swordsman dreams of.

Looking at the White Wolf, who was working hard and sweating profusely but enjoying it, Wayne suddenly noticed that something was missing, so he asked: "By the way, why don't I see Dandelion? Where did that guy go?"

Geralt hammered twice, nailed a nail into the log, shrugged his shoulders, and said:

"That guy left Wyzima the day before yesterday. He is a student at Oxenfurt University, and his vacation is over, so he didn't have time to say goodbye to you and left by carriage."

"This bastard, before he left, he even borrowed Orens from me. I don't know when he will be able to pay me back."

Oxenfurt Academy, also known as Oxenfurt University, is an academy in Oxenfurt, a famous city in the northern kingdom of Redania, and can be considered the highest institution of learning where ordinary people can learn scientific knowledge in the northern kingdoms.

What left a deeper impression on Wayne was that Shani, one of the famous heroines in The Witcher, was a famous alumna of this academy. According to age calculations, this girl should have been born by now.

After hammering the last nail into the wooden stake, Geralt wiped the sweat from his forehead with satisfaction and turned to Wayne: "Do you know how to build a stable? If you don't, just leave it until I come back."

"By the way, how is the lumber camp? Did you encounter any special monsters these past few days?"

Wayne said "hmm," carefully examining the stable Geralt had just finished laying the foundation for.

The style was quite ordinary, but because the wood used was quite thick, it should be very sturdy after being built.

"It's safe now, but when I went to the lumber camp on the first day, I encountered a werewolf kidnapping lumberjacks."

"He was controlled by a curse, and I killed him in the end."

Geralt turned his head to look at Wayne in surprise upon hearing this and asked:

"You killed a werewolf? The last time I encountered a werewolf was more than thirty years ago."

Wayne nodded, told the whole story of how he dealt with the werewolf, hid the secret of the werewolf child, and caught the culprit, and finally said with some emotion:

"These scoundrels are even more abominable than monsters. Originally, this would have been a better ending than a fairy tale, but because of three scum who were blinded by lust, it turned into a tragedy."

"Only one helpless orphan, burdened with a curse, is left struggling to live in this world."

Geralt was silent for a few seconds, sighed, and looked at Wayne with an appreciative expression. Clearly, Wayne's humanized way of handling things was quite to his liking.

He said with some regret: "Still remember what Vesemir taught you? The human heart is often more terrifying than monsters."

"Unfortunately, werewolf cases are too rare, and there is still no accurate way to lift this curse." "That child, perhaps because of this curse, will experience a tragic life."

At lunch, Wayne rarely cooked in person again, letting Geralt enjoy a delicious lunch with him.

In this house, other facilities might not be perfect yet, but the kitchen was purchased quite luxuriously from the first day.

The only pity is that there is no such facility as a refrigerator in the Middle Ages. Even if he wants to keep ingredients fresh, he can only wait until he builds a cellar to store ice in the future to achieve this effect.

After eating and drinking, Geralt rode his mount, Roach, and set off for the lumber camp, leaving Wayne alone at home.

Of course, he was not idle, but came to his room on the second floor, closed the door, and started the treasure chest opening session.

During the seven days of guarding the lumber camp this time, he obtained a total of one Expert-level treasure chest and six Ordinary-level treasure chests.

As the treasure chests were opened one by one, a look of disappointment appeared on Wayne's face.

Ding! Expert-level treasure chest, opened.

Obtained: 142 Orens.

Ding! Ordinary-level treasure chest * 6, opened.

Obtained: 71 Orens, three bottles of Intermediate Healing Potion.

Intermediate Healing Potion: A potion made by alchemists from Azeroth, capable of quickly restoring a small amount of life force and treating moderate internal injuries. Usage interval: one hour.

It seems that his luck last time was exhausted. This time, among the seven treasure chests, the Expert-level one didn't produce anything, but the Ordinary-level ones produced three potions that were still somewhat useful.

According to Wayne's understanding, the healing potion from Azeroth should be very different from their witcher Swallow potion.

Perhaps its healing effect is not as lasting as the Swallow potion, but this kind of alchemy potion can be used by ordinary people without any side effects, and it is very effective. It can be kept for those ordinary people who have suffered serious injuries as a life-saving medicine.

After opening the treasure chests, Wayne took a hot bath at home, changed into light clothes, and came to Master O'Henry's blacksmith shop.

Now that he was free, the plan to learn forging technology also had to be put on the agenda.

That afternoon, he learned a lot of basic blacksmith knowledge from the dwarf Andrew, then bought a simple furnace, some basic forging tools, and some forging materials from the blacksmith shop, hired an ox cart, and dragged them back to his home.

By the time he unloaded the things from the ox cart and returned to his room, it was already dusk.

Just as Wayne wanted to take a bath and then prepare dinner for himself, a somewhat timid voice came from the corner of his room.

"Wayne, is that you?"

Wayne was startled, subconsciously cast a Quen Shield on himself, and looked toward the corner.

I saw a godling with a wreath on its head, purple skin, a small stature, wearing special leather, and only half a meter tall, looking at him uneasily with watery big eyes.

It was the godling, Lara.

Wayne breathed a sigh of relief, adjusted his mood, and asked in a kind tone:

"It's me, Lara, do you have anything to do?"

Hearing the somewhat familiar voice, Lara walked out of the corner a few steps, looked at Wayne, and said in a pleading voice: "Wayne, you are a witcher. My brother was taken away by a group of Drowners at noon, and I don't know where my parents went. I want to ask you to help me save my brother."

Ding! Mission triggered.

【Save the Godling Fiss】, Expert-level.

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(Seeking a beautiful picture of the Lady of the Lake, post it in the comment section; it's too ugly in the game.) (End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 69 =====