Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 120 Toruville's Room

When Wayne accepted Francesca's invitation to go to the camp to find Geralt, he found the famous White Wolf surrounded by a group of young non-humans, a broad smile on his face.

Opposite him, the big-nosed dwarf Horton was reluctantly handing over his money bag, looking extremely dejected.

Clearly, Geralt's year of honing his Gwent skills in the northern kingdoms, along with some rare Gwent cards he shamelessly begged from Wayne, helped him redeem himself and win over his first Gwent mentor, the dwarf Horton.

Meanwhile, the Gwent enthusiasts around them cheered Geralt's victory over the two players in their exciting duel.

Seeing the lively atmosphere over there, Wayne thought for a moment and then decided not to force his way in.

Rather than dealing with these unfamiliar elves and dwarves, it would be much more pleasant to return to Toruville and spend time with this beautiful elf.

He's not exactly an extrovert; while he wouldn't call himself socially anxious, he still prefers interacting with people he knows well.

It was the same in Vizima City; he wouldn't accept a commission unless it was introduced by an acquaintance or someone he liked.

It was almost evening when they found Toruvel again. She was in her room, reading a book by the light of a kerosene lamp.

Seeing Wayne return, the female elf was somewhat surprised. She put down her book, brought Wayne a stool, poured him a cup of fragrant tea, and then asked:

"Is there anything else you need from me, Wayne?"

Wayne sat down in the chair, scratched his face, and said somewhat awkwardly:

"There are so many new people at the camp that I don't know any of them. I only feel comfortable when I'm with you."

Toruville was taken aback by what she heard. Perhaps she had misunderstood Wayne's meaning. A slightly shy smile appeared on her usually serious face.

She picked up a metal flask from her bedside table, pointed it at Wayne, and said:

"Would you like to try my secret-recipe apple cider again? These apples were picked from Hundred Flowers Valley, and they taste even better than last time."

"Actually, after our conversation more than half a year ago, I've thought a lot about it, and I have many thoughts in my mind that I'd like to discuss with you again."

Wayne felt that there was always a seductive quality in Toluville's eyes when she spoke. He was no longer a novice and understood what that meant. After considering it for a few seconds, he did not refuse.

She has a slender figure, yet she resembles a female leopard, exuding feminine charm that no man could resist.

He took out his magic wine jug, shook it at Toruville, and said:

"I also have several fine wines from Toussaint here. We can drink and chat slowly."

"Perfect timing, we still have plenty of time tonight. If you get bored, I can teach you some Gwent tips."

Upon hearing this, Toluviel chuckled, took off the fur coat she was wearing, revealing her fair skin and a white silk shirt underneath.

She picked up her flask and poured Wayne a glass of her secret-recipe cider, then picked up Wayne's magic flask and poured herself a glass of fragrant red wine.

With a slight blush on her face, she said:

"I'm just a beginner, so you'll have to teach me properly."

The next day at noon, when Wayne came out of Toluviel's room, the elf was still fast asleep.

He no longer wore the heavy Witcher armor, but instead changed into a set of light and handsome silk clothes.

On his way to find Geralt, Wayne noticed a significant change in the attitude of the people in the camp towards him. Most of them seemed to be more friendly towards him, greeting him with smiles, while some of the younger elves showed obvious hostility.

Wayne knew why, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional. It seemed that Toluviel was very much loved and respected by these non-human races.

When he found Geralt, the famous White Wolf was holding several smooth branches with mushrooms of various sizes, colors, and patterns strung on them. He placed these mushrooms over a fire, where they sizzled and emitted an enticing aroma.

This is roasted poisonous mushrooms, Geralt's specialty, and a dish unique to Witchers. As Witchers with maxed-out poison resistance, the delicious-tasting mushrooms in the forest, which contain various toxins, are a very tasty ingredient for them.

No seasoning is even needed. Just skewer them, grill them over a fire, or brush them with honey, and they become a delicious and tasty dish.

Seeing Wayne approach, Geralt whistled lightly, then handed him a skewer of roasted poisonous mushrooms, teasingly saying:

"You must be exhausted from last night. I could hear you all even while I was sleeping in the tent. Have some mushrooms to help you recover."

Wayne took the mushroom and took a bite without hesitation. The delicious juice mixed with the tender mushroom flesh gave off a wonderful flavor that didn't need any seasoning and left a lingering aftertaste.

He rolled his eyes, knowing that Geralt was teasing him. Although the female elf had a lot of fun last night, she seemed to be mindful of the impact and had been trying her best not to make any noise, which further aggravated her physical exhaustion. She fell asleep before dawn, and no one would have heard those noises.

Not to be outdone, Wayne jokingly asked Geralt:

"What happened to that elven widow you slept with last time? Didn't you two get together this time?"

Geralt, upon hearing this, shook his head with considerable regret and said:

"No, I saw that she seemed to have found a new boyfriend, so I didn't bother her. Besides, you didn't tell me where the tent was, so I just sat by the fire all night."

Wayne was immediately embarrassed. He hadn't expected to stay overnight when he went to see the female elf last night, so he had completely forgotten about it.

Geralt didn't care. As a seasoned witcher, he had done more than just sit by a campfire all night; he had even slept in filthy sewers.

He picked up another skewer of roasted poisonous mushrooms, took a bite of the largest one, and then asked somewhat vaguely:

"Have you taken care of your business? When do we set off again?"

"It'd better hurry, I feel like it'll snow in about two weeks."

Wayne thought for a moment, then, without mentioning that he was going to see the elven sorceress, simply said:

"I should stay for another day or two. You can use this time to go to a nearby city and buy some drinks and food. Once I've finished my business, we'll set off immediately and return to Kaer Mohen."

Upon hearing this, Geralt patted Wayne on the shoulder and said:

"Although you may see many things more clearly than I do, I still have to warn you, Wayne, don't get involved in the power struggle. It's far too dangerous for us witchers who have no backing."

Wayne nodded. Although he understood Geralt and the other Witchers' thoughts, given his personality, he preferred to take the initiative and keep the choices on his own, rather than passively waiting for a crisis or disaster to strike.

In the afternoon, Geralt rode his steed, Radish, to a nearby human city to buy food that could be preserved for a long time.

After all, the members of the Wolf School would be living in the castle for one or two months. If their supplies were insufficient, although it wouldn't affect their survival, their lives would certainly be quite miserable.

In the evening, Toluviel found him again. After their passionate night together, although the elf didn't act overly intimate with him, Wayne could sense that the elven girl trusted him even more and seemed to have completely accepted him as one of her own.

She walked to Wayne's side, took his hand, and led him to a room guarded by fully armed elven warriors, about a hundred meters away from the camp. After dismissing the elven warriors, she whispered:

"There's a teleportation array in this room. I'll go in with you in a bit. When the array is activated, it will transport us to Hundred Flowers Valley, hundreds of kilometers away. Ms. Francesca is waiting for us there."

"This respectable lady has prepared a special dinner for you. She is very interested in your insights and would like to have a good chat with you."

(Thanks to the generous donors Bei Dang Yun, Chi Se Bi An Hua, Da Ji Yu Bi Gan, Huang Ye Ban Shen, Gui Sheng, Xiao Ye, Long Tao Wang, and others for their donations.)

(End of this chapter)