Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 130 Triss's Request

"Aren't we friends?"

Hearing Triss's slightly coquettish question, Wayne felt a little embarrassed, still somewhat unaccustomed to the sorceresses' initiative.

Although the two hadn't contacted each other individually over the past year, they had met several times because of Kayla. He had even personally taught the two female sorcerers how to play Gwent and had been invited to cook for them a few times. They could be considered friends.

So he stopped being polite and asked directly:

"Well then, Triss, I'm just about to find a place to have lunch."

Do you have any good restaurant recommendations? Want to come along?

Triss's face remained radiant with smiles, but she quickly changed the subject, saying:

"Why don't you come to my place, Wayne? It's a coincidence, I happen to have a commission on hand, and I'm not sure whether to take it or not. You can give me some advice."

"Besides, it's been months since I've had your cooking, and just thinking about it makes my mouth water."

When Wayne heard that Triss had a request and was still hesitating, he raised an eyebrow, but then became excited. This was because a request that could make a sorceress hesitate must be a high-level mission with a high reward.

Secondly, he was confident he could get Kayla's help with the underwater half-fish city, but his relationship with Triss wasn't close enough to warrant asking her.

If he could get Triss to owe him a favor this time, he would have seven witchers and two sorceresses for the underwater half-fish city battle in March. It felt like he would be able to fight any enemy and completely eliminate this threat on the shores of Lake Vizima.

In this way, he could repay the goddess of the lake for her help, and it would be easier for him to ask her for help again in the future.

Thinking this way, he smiled and said to Triss:

"Well, as a gentleman, how could I refuse an invitation from a beautiful lady?"

"However, why don't we go to the grocery store first? Since we're cooking just for you today, you can decide the menu. I'll make sure you get whatever you want to eat."

Triss's eyes lit up at the words, and her smile became even brighter. She subconsciously licked her lips, her skirt swaying slightly as she walked to Wayne's side, a rose fragrance emanating from her. She smiled and said:

"That's great, Wayne, let's go, I can't wait."

Triss's mansion is also located in the wealthy district, and is closer to the royal city. Compared to the luxury of Keira's house, Triss's house appears smaller and more cozy.

The maid in her house was not a cute and innocent little maid like Maisie, but a woman in her thirties. Triss said that this was a maid she brought from her family. In fact, the one who took care of Triss at the beginning was this woman's mother. This woman was actually seven or eight years younger than Triss, and she had grown from a little girl into an adult in the blink of an eye.

Speaking of this, Triss couldn't help but sigh at the brevity of mortal life. The current head of the Meligard family, an old man in his fifties, is actually Triss's cousin.

Her parents had passed away due to old age, and according to Triss's generation, she was already a grandparent in the family.

With the help of the sorceress, the Merigold family has risen from a merchant family to a minor noble family. Although they are honorary nobles without fiefdoms, they have still achieved a class advancement and are no longer considered commoners.

Wayne's culinary skills were as captivating as ever. He prepared a Chinese dessert, a Western cake, and a whole, rather luxurious, roast suckling pig, as requested by Triss.

Fortunately, Triss's kitchen was very well-equipped, with an oven and plenty of honey and candy, which allowed him to perform to his full potential and avoid embarrassment due to the mishap.

Each of the three dishes had its own unique characteristics, and combined with Wayne's distinctive cooking techniques, the wonderful taste made the sorceress beam with joy, her face always displaying a genuine smile of happiness.

Stimulated by the fine wine, Triss's face remained slightly flushed. After putting a bite of the crispy-skinned, tender, and melt-in-your-mouth roast suckling pig into her mouth, she immediately squinted her eyes and swayed her head slightly in ecstasy.

After a long pause, she slightly opened her mouth, exhaled a breath of hot air, and said with a charming yet slightly naive expression:

"This is so delicious, Wayne. Seriously, I wish I could tie you up and hire you as my personal chef to cook for me every day, so I could enjoy this food every day."

Wayne maintained a gentle smile, not letting his inner pride show. He knew his culinary skills well, and Kayla's fondness for him must have been largely due to them.

Triss offered a few more sincere compliments before turning the conversation to business.

"Wayne, actually, this request wasn't something I actively sought out. It was my family, specifically my cousin, who asked me to complete it."

"The mission location is near a silver mine outside my hometown, Maripo. It's a mine that my family jointly contracted with the Duke of Maripo."

"However, since last month, there have been four murders, resulting in the deaths of nine miners, which has led to the shutdown of the mine."

"The Duke of Maripo sent his guards into the forest, but they lost eight or nine men and returned empty-handed, forcing the mining operation to be put on hold."

"However, our family only owns less than one-tenth of that mine, so even if it's shut down, it won't cause too much loss."

"But the Duke of Maripo somehow heard the news and, through my family, wanted to hire me to resolve this incident."

At this point, Triss picked up her red wine, tilted her head back, and took another sip. However, perhaps because she was a little tipsy, some of the wine flowed down her lips, along her fair skin, onto her delicate collarbone, and then along the curve of her collarbone into her round and full cleavage.

Such a beautiful view unconsciously attracted Wayne's attention, making him unable to resist taking a few more glances.

Triss put down her wine glass, parted her red lips, exhaled a breath of hot air, and said with a hazy look in her eyes:

"Actually, I'm not interested in this commission. The reward those nobles offer is nothing more than a few gold coins."

"Do they really think a skilled sorceress would lack such a small amount of gold?"

"However, Maripo is my hometown after all, and my family lives there. The Duke of Maripo is no good either. Refusing him might bring trouble to my family."

Upon hearing this, Wayne asked, somewhat puzzled:

"Then why not resolve this matter quickly? You are an outstanding sorceress; if it's just one or two monsters, it shouldn't be much of a problem for you."

Triss turned her gaze to Wayne, gave a slight snort, and said:

"If things were really that simple, I wouldn't be so conflicted."

"Based on the intelligence provided to me by my family and some other materials I reviewed afterward, I suspect that the mastermind behind this incident might be the stag-headed demon from the forest."

"As a demon hunter, you should know very well how dangerous and troublesome it is to deal with that kind of monster."

Deer-headed spirit!

Upon hearing the name, Wayne couldn't help but frown. Ordinary people might not know, but as a monster expert and Witcher, he was well aware of the Leshen's power.

This monster not only possesses a massive size and formidable strength, but it can also manipulate underground vines and control surrounding wild beasts to fight for it.

In addition, the Leshen's body is difficult to be injured by steel swords or iron weapons; only special silver weapons can harm their bodies.

What's even more despairing is that this powerful monster not only possesses considerable intelligence but also many unknown magical abilities. It is also extremely cunning and ferocious, making it the king of the dense primeval forest, far more powerful than beasts like lions and tigers.

Even a sorceress would likely find such a monster quite troublesome, which explains Triss's hesitation in accepting the commission.

Even seasoned witchers have a high chance of losing when facing a stag spirit.

The Wolf School badge he's currently using was retrieved by his teacher, Vesemir, from his friend who was killed by the Leshen.

So now, should he risk trying this mission?

(End of this chapter)