Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job properly

The next afternoon, in O. Henry's dwarf blacksmith shop.

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

"If three cards can kill me, I will swallow the bottle in my hand whole, hahaha."

Finally seeing hope of a victory, the dwarf master, who had lost six games in a row, stroked his beard quite happily, then took a delicious sip of the east from Toussaint, and let out a cheerful cry. laughing out loud.

Wayne, who was sitting opposite him, did not panic at all and gave the dwarf a meaningful smile.

First, he released a Terrain Rain, which forced all the siege equipment cards on both sides to one point, destroying the pile of cards with the highest dwarf points. Then he took out a Horn card and placed it on his long-range column, directly This doubled the number of remote points on his side.

Finally, under the dumbfounded gaze of the dwarf master, Wayne took out another horn card and placed it in his melee column.

With just three cards, the situation was immediately reversed and the bet was successfully won.

Wayne reached out to pick up his glass of Dongzhidong and took a comfortable sip. The sweet taste with a slightly incense aroma lingered on his tongue. He glanced at the huge red wine bottle and faintly said:

"Master O. Henry, this wine bottle is too big. Even you dwarves can't fit it into your throat. Do you really want to swallow it?"

The dwarf master did not expect that the boast he had just boasted would be immediately punished. Hearing Wayne's teasing, his old bronze face couldn't help but blush.

Just as he was about to say a few words to save himself some face, the bastard boy Wayne across from him spoke again:

"Of course, I know you are joking, Master. However, I have won this Gwent gambling game as agreed. I wonder if you can agree to my little request."

Hearing this, O. Henry suppressed his frustration at losing Gwent, and instead asked Wayne curiously:

"This is a small thing, of course I can promise you."

"But I'm a little curious. Boy Wayne, as a demon hunter, if you don't go out and kill monsters for commissions, why would you want to learn blacksmithing techniques from me?"

"Your demon hunting commission makes more money than our blacksmithing."

After hearing this, Wayne picked up the master-level silver sword made by the dwarf master and pulled it out of the scabbard, revealing the gleaming blade on it and the exquisite and mysterious magic inscriptions on the sword. He admired it with some intoxication. With.

This sword took Master O. Henry two days and two nights to make, and seven or eight dwarf blacksmiths assisted. Just looking at its appearance can make a warrior intoxicated.

After a few seconds, he answered:

"Master, this is my wish."

"As a warrior, I hope that I can have the most powerful weapons and armor in the world, but with my personality, I hope that others will build it for me. I would rather build it myself."

"Create the strongest weapons and armor in the world?"

O. Henry was stunned for a moment when he heard this, murmured something, couldn't help laughing, said "ambitious", and then said disdainfully with a straight expression:

"You bastard, I have been specializing in blacksmithing for seventy years and I don't even dare to say this."

"You, a little brat who doesn't understand anything, dare to speak nonsense. You really don't know what the heavens and the earth are."

After cursing, the master dwarf blacksmith took the lit pipe and took a puff of the fragrant tobacco. After enjoying it for a few seconds, he said:

"Okay, kid, I don't care what your bullshit reasons are, we dwarves always keep our promises."

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

"You don't need to be my apprentice. We won't play with those nonsense. If there is any good wine in the future, you can just bring some over and let me try it."

Seeing that his goal was achieved, Wayne immediately flattered Master O. Henry several times, but the dwarf blacksmith didn't appreciate it. After scolding Wayne a few words loudly, he kicked him out of his room.

Speaking of which, Master O. Henry is really a man of temperament. A master-level silver sword from the Wolf School would cost at least more than a thousand orens including labor and materials.

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

After conversion, at the current exchange rate, one krona is equal to approximately seven orens. His master-level silver sword is worth almost 1,400 orens. It is indeed the most expensive equipment for most demon hunters. .

After Master O. Henry accepted the bottle of Dongzhidong, he really never mentioned any reward, and generously shared the bottle of wine with Wayne.

This is a dwarf friend worth making friends with, Wayne thought to himself, avoiding the crowds on the road, and soon returned to the Fox Tavern where he currently lives.

As soon as he walked into the tavern, a cute-looking girl wearing a maid costume came up to her. She bowed to Wayne with a blushing face, and timidly handed over an invitation letter and said:

"Mr. Wayne, this is the birthday invitation letter that Lady Keira asked me to forward to you. She invites you to attend her birthday dinner in two days."

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

"Are you feeling better, Macy?"

The girl's face turned even redder when she heard this. She was asked by the hostess Keira to join the battlefield in the middle of the night.

But because she was an ordinary human being and a virgin, she only lasted less than two hours before falling asleep. When she woke up in the morning, both the hostess and Wayne had left the mansion.

But the witcher's wild and strong body and endless energy have become beautiful memories in her mind that will never be forgotten.

She blushed and did not dare to look at Wayne's eyes, and whispered:

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Wayne. I am in good health."

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

However, before she could turn around and leave, Wayne said apologetically:

"Sorry, Macy, please apologize to Ms. Kayla for me. On the day of the birthday party, I have important matters to deal with and cannot attend her party."

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

When Macy heard this, she looked up at Wayne with some surprise. The royal advisor's birthday party was a high-class party that many people dreamed of and wanted to attend. Unexpectedly, the man in front of her actually refused.

However, as Keira's personal maid, she could not change the guest's mind, so she could only reply with some regret:

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

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

Wayne sighed in his heart. If it weren't for this birthday party, many high-ranking people in the kingdom would be invited to participate, and he probably wouldn't refuse.

However, so far, he is not ready to enter the field of vision of those big shots. He does not want to be too high-profile and attract attention, so he can only refuse the beauty's kindness.

"I'm sorry, Maisie, I really have something important to deal with. Please express my sincere apologies to Ms. Kayla."

Seeing that Wayne's attitude was sincere and not pretending, Macy regretfully said "hmm" and said:

"In that case, I will convey your apology to Lady Keira."

After saying that, the girl hurriedly left this slightly chaotic slum.

As soon as the girl left the tavern, Dandelion, who had been watching the show, whistled loudly and said in a chanting voice:

"Wayne, a ruthless witcher."

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

“Only memories as sweet as mead can respond to the passion of a beautiful maiden.”

Wayne ignored Dandelion who was making random noises, but walked to the opposite side of the wine table opposite Geralt, who was also watching the show, and sat down to drink a glass of cold beer.

Bai Lang raised his eyebrows, a teasing smile appeared on his somewhat paralyzed face, and said mockingly:

"What's wrong, Wayne, if you regret it now, you can still go and get the girl back."

"I didn't go back to the tavern all night last night, so I spent a good night with this girl?"

Wayne rolled his eyes, without explaining that he had fought two women, one of whom was a sorceress.

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

"My silver sword has been forged. These two crossbows are the prizes I won from a master blacksmith."

"You can choose one as a gift from me."

Bai Lang raised his eyebrows and did not look at the crossbow. Instead, he reached for the master silver sword, pulled out the blade, looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but sigh:

"Exquisite workmanship, excellent materials, really a good sword, this must be the work of a master weapon forger."

"You really surprised me, Wayne. This sword will cost you at least a thousand Oren. Where did you get so much money?"

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

"It didn't cost a penny, Geralt."

"You may not believe it, but I won it with my second child."