Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 127 A Brief Separation and Return to Vizima

Outside Kaer Mohenjo-daro Castle.

"Ugh, I have to go work in that godforsaken place again. Sometimes I think, can't we just take a year off? We can make a living by hunting and fishing, so why do we have to go out and suffer like that every year?"

Astride his mount, Lambert, a withered blade of grass dangling from his mouth, muttered incessantly:

"Everything else is fine, but I really can't bear to part with Wayne's cooking. Damn, it's so delicious. Just thinking about not being able to eat it for a whole year makes me lose all motivation."

Eskel, walking beside him, nodded silently, then said:

"Others probably wouldn't care, but Vesemir certainly wouldn't agree to let us stay in the castle for a whole year."

"Although he is old and looks very healthy, he is still very conservative in his thinking. He believes that we witchers should wander in remote and impoverished areas every day and follow traditions that have been around for hundreds of years."

Geralt glanced back and saw Belial and Wayne riding the same horse, talking to Vesemir in the distance.

He asked Lambert in a low voice:

"Hmm, when did Wayne become so close to Belial? They're even riding the same horse together. Are they planning to go to Vizima together?"

Lambert spat out the weed from his mouth, grimaced, and said:

"Who knows? That kid's always so quirky, and his thoughts are completely different from ours. You haven't spent the most time with him, so can't you guess what he's up to?"

"But putting everything else aside, the dragon skin gloves and boots he gave me are really good. I heard he also gave the old man a dragon skin inner armor, which is not only warm in winter and cool in summer, but also has a very good defensive effect. If I had known that dragon skin was so useful, I would have gone to find an evil dragon to try it out."

Geralt glared at him, knowing Lambert was joking, but he couldn't help but retort sarcastically:

"Do you think these giant lizards that can fly around in the sky are just radishes that grow in the ground? Now we hear less and less about them, and you may not hear anything about the dragons for the next ten years."

Having spent over a month in the castle, and including travel time, Geralt hadn't seen Yennefer for two months. The white wolf was itching to return to the goddess's side and smell the fragrance of lilacs and currants.

He tugged on the reins of the carrot and said bluntly to Lambert and the other man:

"I have to go now. Didn't we agree to meet up in Vizima in March?"

"Let's have a good drink then. You've never seen the pile of good wine in his wine cabinet. It's probably worth several thousand Oren."

Lambert raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, his tone becoming expectant, and said:

"Really? Why would he spend so much money on alcohol? I'm definitely going to have a good drink then, haha."

Geralt gave a mysterious smile and said:

"Those drinks were earned through his physical labor. I've never tasted them. Whether I get to drink them then depends on your skills, Uncle Lambert."

Meanwhile, Vesemir and Wayne's conversation was also coming to an end.

The old man glanced at Berengar, who was sitting behind Wayne, with a somewhat complicated expression, and then said:

"Alright, I won't ramble on anymore. You two take care of your own affairs. We'll have a proper chat when we get to Vijma in March."

Wayne smiled and nodded, saying sincerely:

"Teacher, please take care of yourself and don't overwork yourself. When you get to Vijma, I'll take you to explore the new town. It's changed a lot; you probably won't recognize the old roads by then."

As he was speaking, a fluffy white head popped out from under his shirt. The little wolf cub, White Fang, seemed to sense the impending separation. It stuck out its tongue and howled twice at the old witcher in a cute, childlike voice.

Upon seeing the little fellow, Vesemir first smiled, then immediately straightened his face and began to lecture:

"This little guy is meant to be raised as a battle partner, so don't spoil him too much and turn him into a pet."

"If it's not capable enough, it'll just be a burden to have you around."

Listening to the old man's sermon, Wayne's expression remained unchanged. He smiled and nodded, saying:

"I understand, teacher. You need to take care of yourself while you're alone in the castle. I left you a bucket of dwarf beer, as well as some cured meat and salted fish under the kitchen table. You can use them to pass the time when you're bored."

"Alright, Master, Geralt and the others have already set off, so I'll be going too. See you in Vizima."

………………

Although there were two people when they arrived and two people when they set off, Geralt had been replaced by the taciturn Belial.

The first stop after leaving Kaer Morhen was still the underground ruins where Toruvel lived, since it was rather inconvenient for two men to share a horse.

Upon arriving at the camp, he spent money to buy a fine mare and a lot of supplies for the road. Although Toluviel said he didn't need to spend any money, Wayne didn't want to owe her a favor for such a small favor, so he declined the elf's offer.

After spending two or three days in the elven ruins, or more precisely, two or three days in the elf's room, Wayne still didn't want to stay in the Kingdom of Cordwin any longer. Soon, he and Belingal arrived at the ferry town where they always boarded the boat.

This time, however, Wayne was not so lucky. They did not encounter the Blackbeard or any other large merchant ships. Instead, they waited for two days before finally meeting a small merchant ship bound for Sintra.

Although it was cheap, the space was too small. The two lived in a cramped cabin. Wayne relied on Professor Belial to play Gwent to pass the time, eating bland food. After a week, they finally arrived at the floating port.

Since they weren't in a hurry and wanted to shake off the gloom from the ship, the two rested for a day in the floating port town. Wayne, relying on his Gwent skills and his former floating port champion title, won hundreds of orens from the passengers and merchants.

Then, with that money, they let the somewhat sullen-looking Belengal experience what it meant to be the most popular man in a brothel. They called five girls for him at once, and successfully saw what a smile looked like on his face.

Through their time together, Belial was able to see Wayne's generous nature and unique abilities. He was not like an ordinary witcher who detached himself from the world, but rather a strong person who enjoyed life.

Whether in dealing with people or in his attitude towards life, he possesses a carefree spirit that ordinary people lack.

He stayed in the best hotels, ate the best food, and drank the best wine along the way. He could easily earn a lot of gold coins from those merchants and give them a horse without batting an eye. He was practically a witcher with the power of money.

This positive attitude towards life also successfully ignited Berengar's anticipation for a better future.

His anticipation reached its peak after he saw Wayne's Vizima mansion.

The two sat in Wayne's luxurious restaurant, drinking wine that cost hundreds of orens a bottle and eating delicacies that even nobles could not enjoy. In this comfortable environment, Belengal's expression became much more lively.

Wayne smiled, took out his disguise glasses, placed them on the table, and handed them to Belial, saying with a smile:

"This is a disguise item that can hide our identity as witchers. As long as you wear it, you can hide all the characteristics of a witcher and disguise yourself as an ordinary human."

"You'll stay here for now and get used to life here. If you'd like, you can even change your name and identity and treat yourself as an ordinary human mercenary."

"No one here knows you, and no one will cause you pain. You can treat this place as the starting point of a new life and begin a new chapter in your life."

"Although we witchers cannot have children, if you wish, you can adopt a child as a foster son, heir, or apprentice—it's all fine."

"There is no need to be bound by those outdated rules. As long as we stay true to ourselves and protect the interests of us Wolf School Witchers, it is acceptable to do things that are not tolerated by the world."

(End of this chapter)