Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job properly

In the afternoon, Wayne found the female elf again.

"Have the ruins been explored?"

"Yes, except for the last building that is locked by a metal gate, I have checked all other areas. There will be no more monsters coming out of the ground to attack you."

"As for that building, I speculate that it is a treasure trove, and there should be a failed magic node in it, so it does not pose a threat for the time being."

"But that door is too strong. I tried many methods but could not open it. Maybe it has been too long and the internal facilities may have been damaged."

It is indeed as Wayne said. The door to the treasure house is too strong and has been treated with magic. Ordinary people cannot open the door at all.

Even if there is any internal problem, it will probably be locked up in the treasure house and nothing can be done.

Hearing Wayne's explanation, Toluvel nodded somewhat suddenly. She was silent for a few seconds, and then said:

"Thank you, Wayne, you did us a big favor."

"Wait a minute, I will lead a patrol in this ruins. If the last building cannot be opened, then this commission will be considered completed."

Having said this, Toluvel raised his head, looked into Wayne's eyes, and said:

"What's next? Where are you going? Will you stay in the Kingdom of Kaedwen?"

Wayne thought about it and felt that there was nothing worth hiding, so he spread his hands and said:

"I can't say for sure, Toruvel."

"Geralt's injury is almost healed. Next, we are preparing to leave the Kingdom of Kaedwen as soon as possible."

"You also know that the residents here do not welcome inhuman races and demon hunters at all."

"We are going to go along the Pontar River and visit the Kingdom of Temeria first. Wherever we go after that, we will have to see where there are commissions."

Toluvel sighed after hearing this, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out to touch Wayne's face.

During this period of time together, she also understood how much potential the half-elf boy in front of her had. He was also much stronger than many of his kind in terms of wisdom and knowledge.

As a long-lived race, it is something to be proud of to be able to become a master of swordsmanship in a teenager.

What's more, the demon hunter is not only superb in swordsmanship, but physically stronger than ordinary people, he can also use some spells, and is more powerful than ordinary swordsman masters. In her heart, he is more in line with the definition of a strong person than those weak spellcasters.

She liked the feeling of getting along with Wayne very much and couldn't help but ask again:

"Are you really not considering staying here, Wayne?"

"If it were you, you would definitely be able to bring more hope to our elves."

"I really need your help too."

Upon hearing this, Wayne looked into the female elf's eyes, shook his head gently, and said nothing.

Toluvel reluctantly took back her hand and said:

"Okay, Wayne, you have your own way, and I won't force it on you."

"The reward for this commission will be settled as we agreed before, fifteen hundred ducats, or a quarter of the loot in the ruins."

"If you choose the former, I can get it together for you right now."

"And if you choose the latter, the value should be higher, but those trophies will take time to process, and we don't know the specific value. Your reward will be postponed for a while."

"But if you trust me, I will have someone give the money to you after I finish processing it."

Wayne nodded. This was not a trick played by Toluvel. He had explored the entire ruins himself, and he knew exactly what trophies there were.

Time is the most powerful weapon. Countless powerful warriors, spellcasters or kings have all turned into dust in front of it.

Perhaps this ruins was extremely valuable thousands of years ago and held countless wealth, but now, except for some precious metals that are difficult to be corroded and oxidized, everything else has ceased to exist and has become waste.

It will definitely take a certain amount of time to turn these inheritances into usable wealth.

Wayne waved his hand and said to the female elf:

"No need to go to such trouble, Toluvel, I have chosen fifteen hundred ducats."

"By the way, there's one more thing I'm wondering if I can trouble you?"

Hearing that Wayne had something to ask for, Toluvel did not refuse and said with a slightly serious expression:

"What is it? If you can do it, I won't refuse?"

Wayne waved his finger to signal the female elf not to be so serious, and said with a smile:

"It's just a small thing, don't be nervous."

"I just want to know if you know the Elf Warlock. The trophies here are of great historical value. Maybe you can get a higher reward by selling them to the Elf Warlock."

"And if you know a warlock, you can help me sell those gargoyle hearts to them."

"I remember that this thing seems to be quite popular in the warlock circle."

The female elf hesitated for a few seconds after hearing the words. She originally promised the adult not to tell others the news casually, but out of trust in Wayne, she still said:

"I can try to help, Wayne."

"I know a woman who is a powerful spellcaster. It is because of her help that I and other residents can stay in this ruins."

"If that lady is interested, I will sell your gargoyle heart to her. When the time comes, I will find a way to have someone transfer the money to you."

"No, no, no, you don't have to find someone to send it to you." Wayne waved his hand quickly.

"We demon hunters need to accept commissions everywhere. I don't even know which country I will go to."

He thought for a while and said directly:

"I will return to Kaedwen before this winter. If you are still here then, please transfer the money to me."

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After completing this expert-level commission, Wayne was in a very happy mood. Geralt's injuries were basically healed and he was able to carry out various activities freely.

According to the agreement before departure, Wayne generously shared the reward of 1,500 ducats with him, 750 ducats each, in exchange for White Wolf's closer attitude towards him.

This is a huge amount of money, enough to last two people for a whole year if they just eat and drink.

After completing the commission, he did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he stayed in the camp for another two days. After confirming that the ruins were really safe, he solemnly said goodbye to the first friend he made, Toluvel. .

The system also explained the dimensional cracks left behind by that magical place.

If this world is a human being, then this dimensional rift. It can only be regarded as an insignificant and small wound, not even a skin injury.

Unless someone uses ritual or magic to guide it, it is impossible for a powerful life from another world to come to this world through this wound.

During these two days, Wayne was not idle. He pulled his black mare, which he named Lucifer, and approached the female elf again, asking for her guidance.

Toluvel agreed to this request very enthusiastically, and together with Wayne, they rode the mare in the forest to practice riding skills.

Wayne's talent for sports is quite good, and he finally succeeded in learning the basic operations of riding before saying goodbye, and also acquired an accessory skill called riding.

Riding Skill LV1: Compatibility with the mount +1.

And on the day when they really parted, Wayne and Geralt held their respective mounts and carried their luggage, standing at the exit of the cave, with Toluvel and several acquaintances they had met in the camp during this time. Say goodbye to each other.

The female elf leader stepped forward to hug Wayne, leaving a soft farewell kiss on the side of his face, and gave him a carefully prepared gift.

It was an exquisite longbow made of special wood. The top and bottom ends together were nearly eighty centimeters in length.

The body of the bow is engraved with some elven inscriptions. The bow string is tanned with animal leather of unknown species and is very tough.

This was a gift specially given to Wayne by Toluvel after hearing that he wanted to learn archery.

At the same time, for the current elves, bows and arrows are also their most powerful weapons. Perhaps this also reflects Luvel's hidden hope. She hopes that Wayne will not forget his blood and help more elves.

After a friendly farewell, the two demon hunters Wayne and Geralt took their generous rewards and gifts from their friends and disappeared into the forest under the watch of everyone.