Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job properly

Wayne smiled modestly and took a sip of the juice Geralt brought back. It was sour and sweet, with a hint of bitterness from the raw materials, and it tasted pretty good.

Although Bai Lang looks a little paralyzed, he is indeed a good man with a kind heart and a sense of justice.

When buying supplies for the castle, he still remembered a few children in the castle and specially spent money to buy some juice for the children. Unfortunately, he didn't need so much now.

At the dinner table, Vesemir and Geralt were both quite talkative, and they chatted about the current situation in the north.

However, at this time, Nilfgaard has not yet started its first invasion, and the situation in the north is still a chaotic quagmire with no major battles and constant small battles.

More than a dozen kings in the entire north would engage in small-scale battles from time to time for a small profit or even the ownership of one or two villages.

Drop a few bodies, raid a village or two, and make various agreements.

And because of the chaotic kinship relationships of the medieval nobles, various alliances and betrayals, conspiracies and tricks, the entire north was almost in chaos.

Neither Vesemir nor Geralt was interested in the power struggle between the kings. They talked about it more mainly to determine where there was war.

Because, after a war, monsters are usually rampant, and where monsters are rampant, witchers are usually needed.

In this day and age, the life of a demon hunter is not good. Not only is most of the work dirty and tiring, the knife edge licks blood, and life is often in danger. When there is no work, it is even more hungry and full. You will be deceived, discriminated against and insulted by those unruly people.

That is to say, most demon hunters are good people who follow tradition and have principles. Otherwise, their swords would kill countless rotten people.

Soon, the two of them talked about Geralt's experience this year. Faced with his mentor, White Wolf didn't hide much and simply talked about the tasks he had received this year.

Wayne listened silently on the side, listening with great interest, and his heart became more and more eager for the outside world. However, as a witcher apprentice, before he has learned all the knowledge and completed the witcher exam, Vesemir He will not be allowed to leave the army.

Geralt drank another large gulp of strong wine and stared at the dishes on the table with drunken eyes. He would only be so relaxed when he returned to Kaer Morhen's castle.

He burped and said to Vesemir as if confiding:

"This year, a bard friend and I were fishing by the river when we fell into a magic lamp."

"I can actually grant three wishes."

"I suspect that it is a Di Jing who was sealed in an oil lamp."

"I was originally going to stop my friend from making a wish, but unfortunately I was too late and he got hurt."

Upon hearing this, Vesemir was also very interested.

"What happened next?"

Dijing is a very rare and powerful elemental spirit. There are not many records about them, but every one of them is very magical.

And most demon hunters will never encounter this kind of thing in their lives.

Geralt took another sip of wine, his eyes a little dazed, as if he was missing someone.

Wayne, who has read the original work, knows that it was that encounter that led Geralt to meet his destined love Yennefer. The legendary white wolf fell in love with the sorceress and fell in love with this eccentric woman at first sight.

The two have been in an off-and-on love affair for decades. The world is falling apart, and the twists and turns are not enough for outsiders to understand. In the end, until the Witcher 3 game, the ending of this love will be chosen by the players.

Geralt sighed and was about to tell Vesemir about his love troubles. Suddenly, the three people at the table heard two more footsteps and the sound of two men arguing outside the castle hall. .

A somewhat high-pitched and somewhat complaining voice said:

"I told you earlier that we should leave early."

"It's all because of your procrastination that we had to walk in the dark and encountered a group of ghosts on the way. It's fine now. We smell like shit and there must be no hot water for bathing in the castle."

As soon as this voice fell, another deep voice retorted:

"Stop nagging, Lambert, are you the young master in the city?"

"You can't stand just this little taste. I've been listening to you rambling all this time."

How could the man called Lambert shut up so easily? He said without any scruples:

"We are demon hunters, not water ghosts, nor scavengers. We cannot soak in shit every day."

"You like the taste, but I don't."

Upon hearing this foul-mouthed, sarcastic voice, Wayne, Geralt and Vesemir all knew who was coming.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, the door to the castle hall was pushed open, and two demon hunters wearing heavy armor of the Wolf School walked in.

One is a man with short hair and a scar on his eye, Lambert, and the other is a square-faced man with half of his face almost disfigured by scars, Eskel.

As soon as he entered the hall, Lambert saw the three Waynes who were having a meal. The carefree-looking demon hunter glanced at Wayne and then glanced around the entire hall. He seemed to understand something and turned to He spat on the ground and complained to Eskel:

"Hmph, I knew those kids wouldn't be able to hold on."

"We have all been through it and know how painful the Green Grass Trial is for a child."

"We should let those kids go down, not make them become witchers."

Eskel beside him also sighed, patted Lambert on the shoulder and said:

"You can't blame Mr. Vesemir for this."

"They were originally orphans in the war, children abandoned by their parents. From the time they came to Kaer Morhen, it was their destiny to become demon hunters."

Lambert cursed under his breath.

"Bullshit fate."

But he didn't blame Vesemir, he just felt a little sad about his fate. As a child who was given to a witcher by an alcoholic father because of the law of accident, he knew very well how painful it was to become a witcher. .

Eskel patted him on the shoulder and, not dissatisfied with the evil stench on his body, took him in his arms and walked with him to check the location of the dining table.

Geralt saw the two people approaching, a smile appeared on his face, and he said jokingly:

"You two look like you just crawled out of a shithole."

"I can smell the stench from dozens of meters away."

The smile on Vesemir's face became even brighter. He looked at his few remaining apprentices and said with a smile:

"Lambert, Eskel."

"You guys go take a shower first and wash off the dirty things on your body."

"After washing, come and enjoy the dinner cooked by Wayne. Let's drink more wine and have a good chat."

"Welcome home, kids."