Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job properly

Francesca let out a breath as she watched the mysterious magic runes floating around the treasure house disappear in a blink of an eye.

She wiped the non-existent sweat on her forehead with her white palms, turned to Toluvel and said:

"That's enough, Lord Toluvel, the space seal is completed, I'm going to open the treasure house now."

"The door to this treasure house was originally powered by a magic node and could only be opened by a special spell from an elf warlock. Therefore, it has been well preserved for thousands of years."

"When those human armies attacked, they probably didn't take anything here."

"If I want to open it now, I must inject magic into it myself."

The elf sorceress explained a few words, and then gently raised her right hand. Her slender fingers shone with the light of magic. She drew an extremely complex magic rune in the air, and spoke a jerky sentence in ancient elven language. Spell.

Following her voice, a powerful magic power was slowly injected into the metal door of the treasure house under her control.

Amidst the humming sound, a rune in the ancient Elvish language also lit up on the metal door of the treasure house. The continuous injection of chaotic magic made the magic runes on the metal door become brighter and brighter.

hum! hum! hum!

It wasn't until Francesca input enough magic power that the door of the treasure house, which had been sealed for thousands of years, was officially opened with a clicking sound of mechanical operation.

When the dust settled and she saw the items in the treasure house, Toluvel immediately covered her mouth in surprise.

Under the light of several people's torches, ten huge treasure boxes were quietly placed in the center of the treasure house. Countless gold and jewels were piled inside the treasure boxes. Even after thousands of years, they still exuded an alluring light. .

Even farmers who have never seen the world can imagine what a huge wealth this is after seeing these gold jewelry.

However, unlike ordinary elves like Toluvel, Francesca did not show any surprise after seeing the gold, but shook her head with a sigh.

For the current elves, this gold does not have much value. Just like the elven empire in the past, they had more than tens of millions of wealth.

The splendid and beautiful elf city is a miracle that cannot be compared with the current human towns. However, even this civilization has not been wiped out by the barbaric humans and has become a minority race like the dwarves.

In the face of violence, only violence can compete with it.

Unfortunately, her people understood this truth too late.

Francesca's eyes swept over the treasure boxes, until she saw many magic equipment decorated on the walls and four huge metal golems guarding the corners, she nodded slightly and pursed her lips.

This treasure house has been protected by magic. Although it has passed thousands of years, the contents inside have not been damaged. Those ancient magic equipment and four powerful metal golems are really a more valuable treasure.

She thought for a while, turned to Toluvel and said:

"Sir Toluvel, don't you have an agreement with the demon hunters to give them a quarter of the loot?"

"Although this treasure house belongs to us elves, it will wait until they come here next time."

"You can inform me and I will give them another generous reward."

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The next day, Vizima Old City.

Wayne put all his valuables into the magic pattern storage bag and hung it around his neck for safekeeping.

Just put a small purse containing dozens of Orens into your pocket as change for daily consumption.

As for the pile of snacks from another world, he carefully hid them under the bed board, and even released a Seal of Arden, so he didn't have to worry about being discovered.

After having the magic pattern storage bag, Wayne feels that his strength has also been greatly improved. Of course, it is not an improvement in physical attributes and combat skills. The strength of a demon hunter depends largely on external objects. .

Sword oil, alchemical bombs, magic potions, powerful armor and swords are all part of a witcher's strength.

But whether it is sword oil, alchemy bombs or potions, they are all precious materials that are difficult to preserve and easily damaged in battle. Ordinary demon hunters can only carry a relatively small amount with them and cannot use them as much as they like.

But with the magic pattern storage bag, all these problems are solved. Not only can Wayne carry all kinds of sword oils and magic potions with him, he can also store dozens of various types of alchemy bombs. There is no fear of being discovered and it will not be damaged.

This undoubtedly greatly enhanced his risk resistance, and he was able to find appropriate solutions to various emergencies.

Thinking of this, Wayne couldn't help but lament his good luck in being able to extract a piece of space equipment so quickly.

After breakfast, he did not go to the city hall to deal with the purchase of a house. Instead, he asked Geralt, who was slightly hungover, for a design drawing of a master-level silver sword from the Wolf School.

This thing is not a finished product, but a hand-drawn replica that Geralt drew based on his own memory.

The main ones are the design concept of the sword, the appearance of the equipment and the material configuration diagram. Because the requirements are extremely strict, it must be completed by a master blacksmith with superb skills.

Although the master-level silver sword is not the best sword in the Wolf School, compared with the master-level equipment, it is cheaper, the materials are easier to find, and it is more convenient to repair, making it more suitable for daily use. used in tasks.

Wayne didn't want to, after he took the master-level equipment to kill a few monsters, he found that the reward he received was not even a fraction of the repair cost.

After leaving the Fox Tavern, he walked for more than ten minutes according to the address Revarden gave him, and arrived outside a dwarf blacksmith shop in Vizima.

At this time, the blacksmith shop was still in business. Three strong dwarves were wearing thin clothes and sweating all over their bodies. They were wielding huge hammers and clanging against the iron embryos on the iron felt next to the stove.

Judging from the shape of those things, they should be knives and farm tools used by civilians.

This is normal. Medieval blacksmith shops did not mainly produce weapons and armor like in the game. Their main job was to produce iron pots, kitchen knives, hoes and other tools for farmers and residents.

After confirming that the address was correct, with a kind smile on his face, Wayne chose the most honest-looking young dwarf from the three dwarves and asked:

"Master blacksmith, is Master O. Henry here?"

"I was introduced by his friend Mr. Rewarden, and I want to entrust him to help me build some equipment."

The young dwarf who was questioned by Wayne was stunned for a moment, then scratched his hair with fingers covered with iron filings, and then said naively:

"Mr. O'Henry played Gwent all night last night and won our salaries. He drank half a barrel of dark beer and he probably isn't awake yet."

"However, if you want him to build equipment for you, that's basically impossible."

"The equipment created by the teacher is never for sale. He only builds equipment for the people he chooses. Even though many dwarf juniors begged him, he never agreed."

Wayne frowned when he heard this. It seemed that it was really difficult to get a master-level silver sword from this master.

However, now that you are here, there is no reason to back down. No matter whether you can succeed or not, you have to give it a try.

He kept the smile on his face, handed the letter of introduction given to him by Revaden to the young dwarf, and then said:

"It's all right, master blacksmith."

"I will wait here. When Master O. Henry wakes up, you can hand this letter to him for me."

"By the way, tell him that I am a demon hunter and want to build a master-level sword. No matter what his requirements are, we can discuss it."

As he spoke, Wayne patted the young dwarf on the shoulder and whispered in his ear:

"My friend, please say a few good words to me. Regardless of success or not, I will invite you to the best pub in the city and drink until you are satisfied."

When the young dwarf heard Wayne say that he would invite him to the best tavern and drink until he was satisfied, his eyes suddenly lit up, he nodded hurriedly, and said naively:

"Okay, you wait here."

"Actually, Master O. Henry is my uncle. I will beg him for you."

"As for whether he will give me this face, it depends on your luck."