Chapter 82

The next morning, because Wayne was going to hold a farewell and housewarming banquet, Geralt packed his luggage early and rushed back to Wyzima from the logging camp in Ravadon.

After he left this time, there was only one witcher left in the city, Wayne, so after the two discussed it, they resigned from this stable job to Ravadon.

To be honest, Geralt was still a little reluctant about this job. Having been a witcher for so many years, it was rare to meet an enlightened employer like Ravadon. This job was leisurely, had no restrictions, and the salary was high; it was simply the most suitable job for slacking off.

In the camp, he would also be respected by other loggers and managers, which made Geralt quite gratified.

Unfortunately, witchers were born to protect the public from being harmed by monsters, which was also the purpose for which they were created by mages.

And wandering the world, sticking to neutrality, and protecting more people was the philosophy that the old witcher Vesemir taught them apprentices.

Although the ending of dealing with those unruly people was often very shitty and unpleasant, after so many years, this philosophy had been deeply rooted in the heart of every Wolf School witcher.

When he led his mount, Roach, pushed open the villa gate, and bypassed the main house to the backyard, he suddenly discovered that in the stable, besides Wayne's Lucifer, there were three other good horses, which had already occupied the four slots of the stable.

Is there a guest?

Geralt looked back at Roach thoughtfully. The gentle mare rubbed her head against his chin, and then he tied her to the pillar of the well.

Just as he walked into the villa, a burst of "mm-ah, mm-ah," unmasked female pleasure sounds came from Wayne's room on the second floor.

This discovery made Geralt both surprised and a bit embarrassed. After not seeing each other for a few days, he didn't expect his brother to be so capable of tossing, having already brought girls home, and there were two of them.

He lightened his steps, not wanting to disturb his brother's good deeds, and was just about to go to the wine cabinet to get a bottle of beer to quench his thirst.

Suddenly, he saw a middle-aged man with chestnut curly hair, a bit short and fat, sitting at the table next to the wine cabinet, drinking by himself with a plate of peanuts, looking quite comfortable.

After seeing Geralt, the man was not surprised, but instead raised the red wine in his hand, as if inviting him to come over and drink together.

Geralt said nothing. After considering for two seconds, he still walked to the wine table, poured himself a large glass of dwarven beer from the oak barrel next to the wine cabinet, and sat beside him.

The man was quite enthusiastic, and there was a kind of enthusiasm in his voice that ordinary people didn't have.

"Hi, friend, you must be White Wolf Geralt, right?"

After getting closer, Geralt discovered that on the chest of the short and fat man was an emblem of three black birds side by side. With his shallow knowledge of emblems, he couldn't distinguish which noble or knight this came from.

"Yes, I am Geralt. Are you Wayne's friend?"

Geralt's voice was hoarse and low. People who met him for the first time were often scared by his somewhat paralyzed expression, dry voice, and scarred face, and kept him at a distance.

However, the man in front of him had no abnormality, but instead showed a quite kind smile and joked:

"Yes, although we only met yesterday, Wayne will definitely become one of my best friends."

"My name is Borch, and my friends like to call me Three Jackdaws."

"Unfortunately, this friend Wayne is busy dealing with two little wild cats! From last night until now."

"The 'mm-ah, mm-ah' shouting made me unable to sleep at night."

"I have been drinking here all night. I have to say, the stamina of you witchers really makes all men envious."

Borch's heroic, humorous, and familiar personality made Geralt quite comfortable.

He raised his eyebrows, took a large sip of the dwarven beer in his hand, and then boasted with a little pride:

"That's true, Mr. Borch. Although we witchers cannot reproduce, we are the best bed partners."

"Ha, just like the rumors spread by those stupid farmers, even sorceresses will be fascinated by our bodies."

"If you go to the brothel in the city to inquire, maybe you can hear my reputation, White-haired Hunk."

"Many beauties in Wyzima are even willing to serve me for free."

Borch laughed, handed the peanuts in front of him to Geralt, and complimented:

"Wayne told me last night that you are one of the most powerful swordsmen in the North."

"Everyone says you have two swords. Now it seems you should have three swords, right?"

Borch's humor successfully triggered Geralt's laughter, and the two couldn't help but laugh out loud.

And at this time, Wayne, wearing a thin linen shirt, revealing his strong chest muscles, walked down from the second floor.

Seeing the two people at the wine table chatting so happily, he also showed a smile, took a glass of red wine, and sat in another seat.

"Seeing you chatting so happily, I am relieved."

He looked at Geralt and then introduced:

"Geralt, this is Mr. Borch. He is my friend and also the employer of our next commission."

Geralt raised his eyebrows upon hearing this, looked at Wayne with an inexplicable look, and said:

"Commission?"

"Ha, if I remember correctly, today should be my farewell banquet. I don't remember any commission that needs the two of us to complete."

Wayne didn't care about Geralt's slightly sarcastic tone, but continued:

"A big commission, Geralt, 1,500 Orens each, enough for you to spend for more than half a year."

"In the city of Hooborg, many people are organizing dragon-slaying teams, preparing to go to the mountain to hunt a pregnant green dragon."

Geralt was startled by the huge reward, but after hearing the content, he frowned again and said:

"Green dragon? Dragon-slaying?"

"Wayne, you should know that I don't kill dragons. Whether it's an evil dragon or any other dragon, no matter how much money you give me, I won't take dragons as hunting targets."

Wayne patted Geralt on the shoulder, signaling him not to be excited, and then said:

"Don't worry, Geralt. This dragon is very important to Mr. Borch. He hired us at a high price, not to slay the dragon, but to protect this dragon, to protect her from being killed by other dragon-slaying teams."

"And this dragon is not an evil dragon either. She is just a poor mother who wants to protect her children from being hurt."

Geralt was silent for a few seconds upon hearing this, looked at Borch, then at Wayne beside him, and said in a somewhat silent voice:

"Dragon-slaying is not a small matter."

"This matter must involve many people from other forces. Wayne, as a witcher, perhaps we shouldn't get involved. Interacting with too many forces often leads us into some conspiracies."

"Vesemir should have taught you this truth back then."

Seeing that Geralt seemed to want to lecture him, Wayne immediately brought out his trump card.

He reached out and interrupted Geralt's lecture, glanced at him, and said:

"It is indeed a bit troublesome. I heard from Keira that there is a sorceress named Yennefer who seems to be participating in this dragon-slaying for special reasons."

"Geralt, my brother, I seem to have heard you say before that you also know a sorceress whose name is Yennefer."

"Do you think they might be the same person?"

Hearing the name Yennefer, Geralt was immediately stunned. The last time he met this dream lover was a few years ago.

Because he couldn't stand Yennefer's somewhat perverted desire for control, one morning when Yennefer hadn't woken up yet, he quietly left.

Since then, the sorceress had been in a cold war with him, and it seemed that she was also deliberately avoiding him. The two hadn't seen each other for several years.

He didn't expect to hear this name suddenly from Wayne's mouth, and it appeared in a quite dangerous dragon-slaying event. How could this simp Geralt sit still?

He was silent for several seconds, then looked up and saw Wayne's playful gaze, and still bit the bullet and said:

"But what you said is also right, Wayne. Since it's helping a friend and also to save a kind green dragon, accepting this commission is what we should do."

After saying this, Geralt drank a sip of beer somewhat awkwardly, then coughed lightly and said:

"So, when do we set off? I think it's better to be fast, so as not to delay the main business."

(End of chapter)