Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 110 The Journey to Velen

The Dragon Fang Horn proved effective. Five days after Wayne blew the horn, Borch returned to Vizima and appeared at his doorstep.

The short, stout man with short brown hair looked a little anxious. He only relaxed slightly after seeing Wayne and asked in confusion:

"My friend, when I heard your call, I thought something had happened to you, so I flew over without stopping."

"You look great! Is there anything I can help you with?"

Wayne warmly welcomed Borch into the house, prepared drinks for him, and let him rest for a while before briefly recounting the events in Willen.

"As you know, Borch, although our Wolf School of Witchers generally don't hunt dragons, we can't guarantee that Witchers from other schools won't do the same."

"Moreover, according to the intelligence that came through, the green dragon in Velen is indeed a vicious dragon. More than five farmers have died at its hands, and there are even records of it burning down villages."

"Even if we witchers don't take action in the end, warlocks, mages, or human armies will take action against it."

"That's why I summoned you here, to ask for your opinion. Although it is your kin, it should indeed pay the price for its actions."

Borch fell silent upon hearing this. He was indeed happy to hear news of another member of his kind, but if the other party was an evil dragon, as a kind-hearted golden dragon who had always been supported by humans, he would also be unable to accept such a companion.

After a few dozen seconds, Borch drank a glass of strong liquor before speaking seriously:

"I've thought it through, my friend. Let's do it your way."

"If the green dragon is willing to surrender, I will imprison it in Zerekhan forever. If it decides to resist to the end, we will have no choice but to kill it."

Wayne was quite pleased to see that Borch had come to terms with the matter.

This might be a rather difficult task for Borch, but seeing his somewhat troubled expression, Wayne suddenly joked:

"What if the other party is also a female dragon?"

Borch's face stiffened, then he rested his chin on his hand and began to seriously consider Wayne's question. After a few seconds, he shook his head with some regret:

"The approach remains unchanged: my wife, Milgatabrek, will not allow me to have another spouse."

"However, if she also has a young dragon, I will adopt that child."

After discussing how to deal with the green dragon, Wayne immediately packed his luggage and equipment, rode Borch, the golden dragon, and flew to Velen, intending to meet up with George of the Griffin School.

At this point, the advantages of flying mounts became apparent. It took George two whole days, more than fifty hours, to ride from Vigemar to Velen.

Wayne and Borch set off at night and arrived near the village called Raven's Nest in just over four hours, before dawn.

Before coming to Velen, Wayne had already inquired with Kayla that the current lord of Velen was Baron Veserad, and most of the territory in the region was his fief.

However, although this baron's territory exceeded that of many earls and even dukes, because most of this territory consisted of wasteland, swamps, and barren mountains, Baron Veserad did not have many subjects, and even those he did have were just poor people who were barely clothed.

Therefore, this baron was only a marginal figure in the Kingdom of Temuria and did not have much real power.

Wayne and Borch's purpose in coming to Velen was solely for the green dragon; they had no intention of dealing with this country nobleman.

Upon arriving at their destination, the two waited for several hours in the woods outside Raven's Nest until dawn. Using the camouflage glasses given to him by Kayla, he disguised himself as an ordinary human mercenary, while Borch disguised himself as a traveling noble knight. The two then entered Raven's Nest without any hesitation.

This village, surrounded by high wooden walls, has a considerable population of about two or three hundred residents. As a direct territory of Baron Velen, although there is no so-called commercial district within Raven's Nest, it is already considered prosperous compared to other villages in Velen, with a few small shops with clear divisions of labor.

Wayne and Borch drove around the village for ages before finally finding a small tavern that was still open.

The owner was a still-attractive woman named Lisa. She had heard that her husband had died in the mouth of a monster. She had been to school for a few years and knew how to do accounting and deal with people. So she started this small shop with her son to make a living.

Wellen had few customers, and Raven's Den even fewer. Borch and Wayne were the only customers in the shop, and the woman treated them with great hospitality in order to make money.

Her cooking skills were quite good. Although the food and drinks in the tavern weren't particularly delicious, they were at least quite clean compared to other poor, remote areas. The mushrooms she picked from the forest also tasted very fresh.

The only downside was that Gwent, such a novel game, hadn't yet reached the impoverished town of Wellen, thwarting Wayne's plans to find new players.

The two ate and drank in the hotel, playing Gwent when they were bored. It wasn't until the sun was about to set in the afternoon that Lisa's son, who had been hired by Wayne for a few copper coins, led in a travel-worn man from outside. It was George who had come to meet them.

Upon seeing Wayne and Borch beside him, George visibly relaxed. He greeted the two with a smile before sitting down at the table after Wayne gave him a brief introduction.

Borch has always been a very curious dragon. After seeing George, he asked George many questions about the Witcher's deeds, just like he had asked Wayne before.

George, who came from the Griffin School, had a very good temper and was also very curious about Borch Jinlong's identity. The three of them chatted quite happily, one sentence after another.

Evening arrived quickly. Although it was time to finish farm work, perhaps because the residents of Willen were too poor, no one came to Lisa's tavern to patronize it. This still charming widow could only sit at the counter, looking somewhat worried.

After chatting for a while, it was almost dinner time. Wayne called Lisa over, and the widow, who had been looking rather distressed because of her poor business, immediately came running over eagerly.

She avoided George, whose appearance was somewhat strange, and her voluptuous body lightly brushed against Wayne's arm as she asked with a hint of anticipation:

"Would you like any other drinks, sir?"

Wayne smiled and nodded, took out a few gleaming gold Oren coins, placed them on the table, and said in a gentle tone:

"Boss lady, my friend has been traveling a long way and must be tired and thirsty."

"Bring over your best wines and food."

"We men have big appetites. If you don't have enough food, go out and buy some more so that we can eat our fill."

Seeing the gold coins on the table, Lisa immediately put them away with a beaming smile. She then called her son to bring over several bottles of fine wine from the counter. Bending down, revealing her fair skin, she said solicitously:

"Okay, sir. Please rest assured, I'll prepare right away. My neighbor Allen is the best hunter in the village, so he must have some fresh game at home. I'll go buy some now."

While the landlady went to prepare the food, Wayne handed George a bottle of Vigema Champion and said:

"How did things go, George?"

"Have you found any news about that green dragon?"

George picked up the Viktoria trophy, took a satisfying sip, and then spoke:

"I arrived in Velen two days ago and have been tracking down the green dragon. I was starting to make some progress, but something happened yesterday that delayed me."

Wayne raised an eyebrow and asked:

"What's wrong?"

George looked somewhat dejected, took another sip of his drink, and then said:

"The officials here approached me and asked me to investigate something."

"Near a lighthouse close to the sea, ships keep running aground and dying. They suspect it's haunted by ghosts, so they sent me to investigate."

At this point, George looked somewhat angry and said in a huff:

"After my investigation, I found that it was a group of local thugs who deliberately lit bonfires on the rocky coastline to make money and kill people, pretending to be lighthouses to attract passing ships and cause them to run aground."

"I found the murderer, but those thugs must have some connections in the area. Not only did they refuse to admit it, they also tried to frame me. They brought seven or eight people to surround me, preparing to make sure I died without any evidence."

"I defeated them, beat them to a pulp, and didn't let them leave until the local officials came looking for them."

"Fortunately, the officials here are reasonable enough to know that I am investigating this case. They did not believe the lies of those troublemakers and only put the murderers in jail after several people were hanged."

"Otherwise, I might have spent the night in jail too."

Upon hearing George's story, Wayne frowned and remained silent, while Borch asked curiously:

"Are these thugs really that good? How could they think they could defeat a Witcher and leave no evidence against them?"

(End of this chapter)