Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 131 Alex

"The stag-headed demon is indeed a very dangerous monster, and it is also capable of casting spells."

"Triss, will you accept this request?"

Although Wayne asked the question aloud, he already had the answer in his heart.

The red-haired beauty's eagerness to invite him to her home was definitely not just for the food or because she coveted his body. She was probably interested in his demon hunter skills and wanted to find a powerful ally.

Of course, this is already a fairly sincere invitation. Compared to some other employers who simply post a notice and then, after the task is completed, resort to deception, defaulting on payments, or lying about the facts, it's worlds apart.

It can only be said that Wayne's practice of only accepting commissions from acquaintances has allowed him to avoid a lot of trouble.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Triss's beautiful face showed a somewhat troubled expression, and she said meaningfully:

"I find it hard to refuse this request."

"Although the Duke of Maripo said he would send soldiers to assist me, how can I trust those farmers who have only just learned to use weapons?"

"I now hope for a powerful warrior, a true master swordsman, to help me. Only then will I be able to deal with a powerful stag-headed demon."

"Would you be willing to help me complete this task, Wayne?"

As Triss finished speaking, a system notification sounded in his ear.

Ding! Quest triggered: [Handle the troubles at the mine], Master level.

Do you want to accept?

Upon hearing this voice, Wayne's heart tightened slightly. It was actually a master-level mission, and the mission name didn't mention the Leshen. So, there was a chance that the enemy he faced in this mission was even stronger than the Leshen.

However, when Wayne thought about the rewards of the Master-level mission, he had no intention of refusing.

Leaving aside the gold coin rewards and the possible rare otherworldly items, the quest experience alone is equivalent to the total of more than a hundred normal-level quests.

He licked his lips, looked into the red-haired beauty's pleading eyes, thought for a moment, and then said:

"Although the Leshen is very powerful, and there are precedents of witchers dying at its hands, Triss, if you are willing to consult with me more before taking action and respect my professional opinions, I am willing to work with you to deal with this monster."

"Yes, that's one of our duties as witchers."

After saying this with a slightly serious tone, Wayne gave a gentle smile and added:

"Besides, I believe no man would refuse to be the protector of a beautiful lady like you."

Hearing Wayne agree, Triss's face lit up with a smile again. Although they had only worked together on one mission, as witchers, they were naturally more trustworthy than ordinary soldiers in the eyes of sorceresses.

Moreover, Wayne's public persona is that of a gentlemanly, handsome, and powerful witcher. It's not just men who like beautiful women; women also appreciate handsome men.

Triss covered her mouth and chuckled, looking at Wayne with alluring eyes, and said:

"Thank you for the compliment, Wayne."

"However, I am also aware of the rules of the Witcher. Now we can talk about the reward."

………………

The next morning, Wayne woke up in his own home—yes, his own home.

The beautiful Ms. Triss did not allow Wayne to stay at her house. Whether it was because she was more conservative than she appeared, or because of Kayla's influence, the two handsome men and beautiful women did not cross the line of friendship.

After discussing their payment, the two played a few rounds of Gwent and chatted about their lives. In the past, Kayla was always present when they spent time together, so they didn't get to know each other very well.

That evening's long talk allowed the two to gain a new understanding of each other.

As for the reward, Triss originally wanted to pay Wayne one thousand orens as a reward. It can only be said that she is a sorceress, and this reward is already quite high. The famous Geralt of Rivia may not earn that much in a year.

However, Lord Wayne, who was not short of money, rejected the proposal. He was currently looking for a favor that Triss owed him, and of course he didn't want Triss to settle the debt all at once for such a small amount of money, thus letting the favor slip away for nothing. So he simply made an agreement with the sorceress, a promise that if he ever needed the sorceress's help in the future, he would be willing to do her a small favor.

As for the extent of helping out, that depends on the relationship between the two people at the time.

Wayne wasn't too worried about this. Compared to other female sorcerers and schemers who were hundreds of years old, Triss and Keira were just young people, both under forty, and they still retained the kindness and innocence of youth.

After getting up, Wayne prepared a simple breakfast for himself and his family. He found that Belial was actually quite diligent, which might be related to his experience of hardship.

Wayne had only casually mentioned that he wanted to clear a patch of wasteland in the yard to grow herbs, but little did he know that Belingal had already quietly taken on this task and was now using a hoe to cultivate the land in the backyard.

He was quite gratified by this, because most of the world's evil people are not born that way. They are born as innocent as blank sheets of paper, but it is because of one tragedy after another, one unavoidable situation after another, that they are pushed to the side of evil.

After breakfast, he first went to Master O. Henry's blacksmith shop and brought some good wine and food to treat the old dwarf.

Currently, the dwarven blacksmith master is researching a set of light armor for him, using special dragon scales he obtained from the ancient scroll world, as well as dragon materials obtained from green dragons.

Because these materials are extremely rare, even unique, and some are from another world, it is impossible to refer to the existing Witcher set blueprints. This blacksmith master can only rely on his own exploration.

The armor Wayne currently possesses is merely the initial equipment for a Wolf School Witcher. While it can be considered excellent, it is by no means powerful. In order to prepare for any battles that may arise in the future, a powerful suit of armor is already a very urgent matter.

Master O. Henry was quite concerned about Wayne's matter. After a meal of food and drinks, he threw himself back into the research on the armor. The current progress was still in the stage of developing blueprints, and it was unknown how long it would take to see the finished product.

After leaving the blacksmith shop, Wayne suddenly felt a bit aimless. The departure time he had arranged with Triss was the morning after tomorrow, and the two of them didn't need to travel. The sorceress would use a portal to teleport him directly to Maripo City, and he only needed to prepare the necessary luggage.

As Wayne was contemplating whether to go to a tavern to make some extra money using his Gwent skills and gain some experience, he suddenly saw a little boy with bruises all over his face running past him in a hurry.

Behind the boy, three men with burly faces, slovenly clothes, and various tattoos on their partially exposed limbs were chasing him.

Leading the chase was a fat, bald man who, panting, shouted curses in a vicious tone:

"You little bastard, don't you dare run away! I'm going to teach you a lesson today."

"You dared to report me to the guard post, causing me to lose a lot of money. Today I'm going to break your legs and teach you the lesson of meddling in other people's business."

The other two men following behind the obese man burst into laughter upon hearing this, clearly confident of victory.

Sure enough, the little boy was injured and was still a child. He hadn't run far before he was surrounded by the three men.

The fat, bald man showed no mercy, grabbing the boy's hair with one hand and slapping him repeatedly across the face, causing blood to seep from the corner of the boy's mouth, stars to appear in his eyes, and him to cry out in pain.

Unfortunately, they were in the slums of Vijma's old city, a place inhabited by a motley crew of people, mostly poor people struggling to survive. No one had the time or guts to meddle in other people's business.

After slapping the boy several times, the fat, bald man seemed quite pleased. He shoved the boy to the ground, cursing as he said:

"You little brat, you're a penniless wretch, an orphan with no parents, how dare you meddle in my business? Even if I steal money, it's from the rich, what does it have to do with you?"

He winked at his two brothers beside him, signaling them to attack together, and said viciously:

"Today I'm going to break one of your legs and teach you a lesson."

"Let me show you that as a poor wretch, nobody cares whether you live or die."

After saying this, he and his two companions were about to make a move when they suddenly saw a tall, handsome young man in gorgeous clothes walking towards them from not far away.

Before they could even ask a question, they saw the handsome young man raise his foot and, with a speed and force that ordinary people could not dodge, kick them hard in the chest.

Like being run over by an angry bull, he and his two brothers were completely powerless to resist and were kicked several meters away by the handsome boy, crashing heavily into a mud pit in the slum.

Wayne looked coldly at the three men who struggled to their feet, dared not resist, and immediately turned and ran away, and snorted disdainfully.

They're just some petty thieves who bully the weak and fear the strong.

He turned to look at the injured boy sitting on the ground, watching the boy cover his bruised face and sob silently. After a moment's thought, he asked, somewhat dazedly:

"No wonder you looked familiar. Your name is Alex, isn't it?"

"Do you remember me? Last year at the Fox's Tavern, it was you who reminded me that my horse had been stolen."

(End of this chapter)