Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 133 Style of Handling Affairs

Before heading to Maripo, Wayne took care of some chores at home and brought Alex to his house.

Bellingal would take him along to clear land in the backyard, preparing to build a small greenhouse to grow various herbs. Through farm work, he would hone the little guy's patience and physical strength, and also test his character.

His body is too thin and weak. Even if he wants to practice swordsmanship, it will take him a while to recover his health.

Wayne, having prepared all the necessary supplies and equipment for the battle, arrived at Triss's house as agreed and set off with the sorceress to the location of the commission.

It must be said that in this era without airplanes and cars, teleportation is a truly amazing skill, allowing one to travel hundreds of kilometers to another place in just a few dozen seconds.

Magic truly lives up to its name.

Let alone the Middle Ages, even in the interstellar age, the power of technology might not be able to achieve this.

Unfortunately, the feeling of going through the portal was really uncomfortable. Even though Wayne's physical abilities far exceeded those of ordinary people, he still felt like vomiting.

Triss, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed, smiling broadly as she said:

"Welcome to my hometown, Wayne. Would you like me to show you around Maripo?"

"I know several restaurants with good food; I can take you to try them."

Wayne calmed himself down, shook his head, and said:

"No, Triss, I prefer to deal with work first and then enjoy myself, rather than having a burden on my mind."

Triss wrinkled her nose, snorted, and said:

"Hmph, alright then. Since you're so dedicated, Mr. Witcher, I'll arrange for someone to take you to the crime scene right now."

"Let me know once you've found out anything."

"I haven't been home for several years, and there are still some things I need to take care of."

Wayne had no objection to this. This was a work assignment that the two had agreed upon beforehand. The more intelligence they gathered before the battle, the easier it would be to win during the battle. After all, knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory.

Deduction and investigation are traditionally the specialty of witchers, not sorceresses. Their forte is using large-scale magic to bombard others.

According to Keira, the beautiful Miss Triss is most skilled in fire magic. She has a natural affinity for fire elements and can even summon burning meteors from the sky to attack enemies.

Wayne knew this well. In the famous Battle of Thorden in the original book, Triss's fire meteor shower killed countless soldiers of southern Nilfgaard, making her famous and renowned as a sorceress in both the north and south.

Although the red-haired beauty looked somewhat soft and cute, she was very efficient. She didn't keep Wayne waiting for long before she walked in with a middle-aged knight who had a somewhat arrogant expression.

"Wayne, this is Sir Rams, the deputy captain of the Maripo City Guard. He will lead twenty city guards to assist us in handling this incident."

"Sir Ramsay, this Mr. Wayne is an expert I invited to investigate the culprit behind this incident. Please have your soldiers cooperate with him. Duke Maripo wants us to resolve this matter as soon as possible."

Wayne had disguised himself as an ordinary human mercenary. Although he was tall and strong, he looked too young, like a handsome young man who had just come of age.

After Triss finished her introduction, the middle-aged knight remained arrogant, his cloudy eyes refusing to look at Wayne, his head held high, nostrils flaring, as if he looked down on everyone.

He said to Triss in a disdainful tone:

"Is he just a child, or an ordinary citizen?"

"Ms. Triss, so far, nearly twenty people have died at the hands of the murderer, and we still cannot confirm the murderer's identity or location."

"Excuse my bluntness, but involving this civilian in this case is tantamount to a disregard for our capabilities."

Before Ramsay could say anything more, Wayne, standing opposite him, stretched out his right hand and quickly drew the Axii sign in the air. A burst of light rushed into Ramsay's brain, instantly freezing the middle-aged knight's expression.

His eyes were vacant, his gaze unfocused, and he stood there blankly, seemingly in a hypnotic state.

With Wayne's current magical power, let alone ordinary witchers, even some true warlock apprentices are probably not as strong as him.

Although the Axii sign is considered a minor trick by sorcerers, Wayne can cast it almost instantly, and its power is quite good. It is much more practical than hypnotic spells that require incantations.

Seeing that Knight Ramsay had been bewitched by Wayne's sign and had entered a hypnotic state.

Triss gasped softly, covering her mouth in surprise, and turned to look at Wayne, wondering what his purpose was in doing this.

Wayne shrugged, met the sorceress's gaze, and then said:

"Triss, this guy looks like the kind of incompetent and arrogant fool knight. Rather than cooperating with such an idiot, I'd rather act alone."

"Bringing this bunch of burdens along will not only prevent us from getting anything done, but they might also get in my way. If I lose my temper and kill them, you won't be able to explain it to that duke."

Upon hearing this, Triss glared at Wayne reproachfully, then sighed, waved her hand, and chanted a spell. The knight Rams, like a puppet, with lifeless eyes, staggered away from the two of them.

Only after he had completely left did Triss complain softly:

"Wayne, even if you're not satisfied with him, you should discuss it with me first. Without the help of the city guards, you're not familiar with this place, and it won't be convenient for you to investigate."

"So what are you going to do now?"

Wayne already had a plan before getting rid of Ramsay, so he spoke directly:

"Doesn't your family own one-tenth of the mine? They must have people familiar with the mine. Just find a civilian guide to show me the way."

"Anyway, once we get to the forest, the city guards' authority is useless. The deer-headed spirit won't spare them just because of their status."

"By preventing them from participating and reducing their deaths, you can better explain yourself to that duke, right?"

Triss tilted her head and thought for about ten seconds, then nodded somewhat helplessly and said:

"Alright, Wayne, we'll do it your way. It seems my nephew Will is managing the mine business. I'll have him assign you a reliable mentor."

"However, Wayne, this world is ultimately ruled by nobles and royalty. You can't just reject them outright. If you witchers want to live better lives, the thoughts of the noble class are also very important."

"We cannot look down on these mortals just because we have power."

"You yourself call them mortals," Wayne thought to himself.

However, seeing Triss's sincere advice, he nodded, appearing humbly receptive, before saying:

"Triss, I don't hate nobles, I just hate fools."

"I am still very willing to befriend some enlightened and intelligent nobles."

Triss sighed softly, said nothing more, and left. Soon after, she returned with a somewhat thin, dark-haired young man to Wayne's side.

"Wayne, this gentleman is named Allen. He is a hunter from near the mine. He is very familiar with the forest environment and has worked in the mine before. He should be able to act as your guide."

After hearing Triss's introduction, the black-haired young man didn't dare to look at the sorceress even once. He nodded to Wayne, bowed slightly, and said:

"Lord Wayne, you can just call me Allen. I know the mine very well, and I can show you the way wherever you want to go."

Seeing Allen's humble and cooperative attitude, Wayne nodded in satisfaction and turned to Triss, saying:

"Triss, I'll head out now. I'll let you know if anything happens."

"Wait a minute."

Before Wayne could leave, Triss took a red stone from her pouch, handed it to him, and said:

"This is a magic stone that enables short-range communication. You can contact me by inputting chaotic magic into it, but its communication range is limited, so don't go too far."

"If you encounter any special circumstances, contact me immediately, and I will provide you with support as soon as possible."

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