Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 115 Disposing of the Corpse

Mission triggered: [Kill the Giant] Expert level.

Do you want to accept?

After uncovering the truth about the green dragon, Wayne used language to guide George into revealing the mission to kill the giant.

However, to his surprise, killing this powerful giant was only an expert-level task.

It seems his system is quite intelligent, knowing that the giant is almost powerless to resist, and won't let him take shortcuts to get high-level missions.

However, even a small mosquito is still meat.

Under the pretext of practice, he obtained the opportunity to kill the giant from George. He took the refined steel sword that Vesemir had given him, stood on the giant's head, aimed at its eye socket, and stabbed it in hard.

This spot was undoubtedly the fatal weakness of any flesh and blood creature. Even the unconscious giant seemed to react. After being stabbed in the eye socket, he began to struggle violently, shaking his head and almost throwing Wayne off his head.

However, Wayne was no pushover. Seeing this, he immediately steadied himself with his feet and began to vigorously stir the steel sword in his hand, directly shredding the brain tissue behind the giant's eye sockets.

Only then did the giant suffer a truly fatal wound, and he quickly stopped struggling and lost his life.

"Very good, Wayne. For large monsters like giants, ordinary physical injuries are no longer fatal. Only attacks on their brains, eyes, throats, or anus and genitals will cause them sufficient damage."

George held a steel sword in his hand, instructing Wayne on how to deal with the large monster while explaining to Wayne what organs and tissues were inside the giant's body and what their uses were.

Ding! The quest "Kill the Giant" is complete.

Received: Expert-level treasure chest, 32 experience points.

Upon hearing the system notification in his mind about the rare reward, Wayne sighed inwardly.

Just as he was feeling somewhat frustrated, George suddenly exclaimed in surprise:

"Huh, I didn't expect this giant to have a red mutation trigger inside it, and it's a super large one at that."

Red mutation inducer?

Upon hearing the term, Wayne was initially taken aback, but quickly showed interest.

Mutant inducers are extremely rare, and the more powerful the monster, the more likely they are to be generated within its body, but overall they are very difficult to obtain.

To use a simple analogy, they are like dog gallstones, cow gallstones, and sheep gallstones in traditional Chinese medicine. They are highly nutritious, have special effects, and can be used with special prescriptions to make powerful decoctions or other uses. Even in the witcher industry, they are considered quite rare resources.

George of the Griffin School was truly an upright fellow. After finding this extremely rare red mutation inducer, he handed it directly to Wayne without a second thought, saying:

"Wayne, you probably haven't used this kind of mutation inducer before. When you get back, you can take it to your Grand Master and have him teach you how to use it."

"Generally speaking, the first use of this mutation inducer will bring a significant boost to the Witcher's body."

"Each school of thought has its own methods of application, and your Wolf School should have one as well."

Wayne accepted the item without hesitation, planning to have Vesemir teach him how to use it when he returned to Kaer Morhen this year.

"Thank you, George, I will make good use of this."

George waved his hand and said with some emotion:

"Seeing the emergence of the Wolf School, and such an excellent successor as you, I feel somewhat gratified."

"I just don't know if our Griffin School will have the opportunity to pass on this legacy in the future."

The legacy of the Witcher is always a very heavy topic. The two chatted for a few minutes and then quickly composed themselves.

After eliminating the potential threat of the giant, Wayne immediately called to the somewhat anxious Borch and George to explore the giant's lair and see if they could find the baby dragon that the green dragon had been talking about.

This giant must be the overlord of the valley, and those human-faced monstrous birds are probably its subordinates. After eliminating these two waves of enemies, Wayne, George, and Borch had no trouble getting to the giant's lair and encountered no enemies who could stop them.

They continued on their way and soon arrived near the entrance to the huge lair at the foot of the mountain. However, before they even entered, a stench of rotting flesh mixed with excrement assaulted their senses, making the experience extremely unpleasant, especially for a witcher with keen senses.

Even George, a veteran of many battles, couldn't help but complain:

"You know what, Wayne? The giants' lair is one of my least favorite places to go."

"These creatures have no sense of smell at all, and their method of dealing with parasites is the same as that of wild boars. They use a special material formed from mud, grease, and rotting flesh to cover their entire bodies, forming a hard natural armor. That's why their defense is so amazing."

"I bet most of the Titans would never take a bath in their entire lives after being encased in this armor."

Wayne nodded in agreement. To be honest, the smell was indeed very unpleasant for him. Having never experienced hardship and spending most of his time in Vizima City, it was difficult for young Master Wayne to get used to this unpleasant odor.

But there was no other way; after all, this was how witchers made a living. The two humans and the dragon found a few torches outside the lair, lit them with the Igni sign, and began their exploration of the giant's lair.

The subsequent exploration journey turned into a nightmare for Wayne.

Giants have different habits from dragons. They have no preference for shiny things. In fact, because they are born without a sense of smell, they prefer dirty and messy environments.

As we all know, wild animals don't have the concept of toilets. Since they don't have toilets, then toilets are everywhere.

So, using the dim light of their torches, the three of them made their way forward. The air was filled with an extremely strong stench, and the ground and walls were covered with indescribable rotting flesh and excrement, making Wayne almost want to turn around and run away.

For ordinary people, not only would they find no useful spoils in the giants' lair, but they might even contract certain diseases due to the filthy environment.

Fortunately, their efforts paid off. After searching for half an hour in this cesspool-like environment, they finally found the little creature tied up with vines in a pool of sewage.

This is a green dragon calf, about three or four years old. Its body is already about the size of a foal. Its whole body has been bound together by vines and thrown into this mud pit full of sewage and excrement. Half of its body is submerged in the sewage. It can only raise its head and let out a series of childish cries towards the three people holding torches.

Upon seeing this, Borchi seemed immediately charmed by the mournful cry. Ignoring the filth in the pool, he pulled out a small knife and headed towards the green dragon's location.

At the same time, he used dragon language to comfort the bewildered and helpless little dragon.

While Borch was rescuing the baby dragon, Wayne also shared his thoughts on the matter with George.

"George, there must be a mastermind behind this."

"He's the one who kidnapped the baby dragon, transported it all the way here, and hid it in the giant's lair, which sparked the battle between the green dragon and the giant."

"If it were just about stealing a baby dragon or for wealth, there would be no need for all this trouble."

"There's no need to leak the information to the Green Dragon so he can set fire to Waren Village."

George stroked his mustache, considered for about ten seconds, then nodded in agreement and said:

"Indeed, Mr. Borch explained that this green dragon has lived in Velen for many years without incident until the last two years when news of it injuring people emerged. It is very likely that someone deliberately provoked it."

Wayne roughly guessed who the mastermind was. In any case, in the Velen region, no matter what the culprit was, you could pin it on the Lady of the Woods. Although these old monsters maintained the most basic order and helped some villagers, they were not good people at all, and the price they demanded was far more than what they paid.

After considering for a dozen seconds, Wayne told George some of the information he knew about Lady Wood.

And then he began to speak:

"These monsters, which have survived from ancient times, are extremely well hidden. They cannot be found by ordinary means. Moreover, these three sisters can use various spells, curses, and summon other monsters. They have spies and followers throughout the Velen region."

"Dealing with them will probably be a bit difficult."

George, however, showed no fear or hesitation and spoke directly:

"As witchers, how can we fear difficulties and dangers?"

"Since they are all evil, no matter how much effort or time it takes, I will find them, kill them, and fight to protect the people here."

Although Wayne didn't approve of this kind of selfless giving, he still silently gave a thumbs up for the existence of such good people in the world.

Soon, Borch finally rescued the baby dragon. He pulled the filthy dragon out of the mud and whispered comforting words in dragon language to her, while also telling her about her father's death.

Although the little girl was very sad, she was still too young to have a direct understanding of the death of her loved ones.

Finally, after much persuasion from Borji, the two dragons reached an agreement. He told Wayne that he would adopt the female dragon cub named Celia and take her to Zerekan to raise with Sakia.

With such a young dragon in tow, it was becoming increasingly difficult for Borch to travel with Wayne. So, after expressing his gratitude to Wayne, Borch also took his leave.

As for the remains of the male green dragon, Borch stated that they were Wayne and George's spoils of war, and he would not interfere.

After the two humans and two dragons left the giant's lair and found a clean water source, they washed away the filth from their bodies.

Watched by Wayne and George, the golden dragon Borch carried the baby dragon Celia in his claws, flapped his wings, and flew away, quickly disappearing into the azure sky.

The two witchers left behind, looking at the huge green dragon's corpse, were also caught in a kind of happy dilemma.

How are they supposed to get this valuable green dragon carcass back?

(End of this chapter)