Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 195 The Shocking Wolf School Witcher

Upon seeing the figure standing in the courtyard, Wayne leaped down, and with a gentle wave of his right hand's spatial bracelet at the magic carpet floating in the air, the carpet obediently slipped into his spatial bracelet.

He was wearing a full set of magnificent dragon skin armor, with a dark gold adamantite arm guard on his left hand and several sparkling gemstone rings and bracelets on his right. He carried no weapons on his back, only a short sword engraved with magical runes hanging at his waist. Although there was some frost on his armor from flying in the cold wind for too long, he looked tall and mighty, well-equipped, and handsome, comparable to the protagonist of any adventure novel.

Vesemir looked at Wayne's obviously extraordinary and gorgeous outfit, feeling quite proud but also a bit of a headache.

This is only his second year as a trained demon hunter, and what's going on with this little demon hunter he took in? He's causing way too much trouble! Did he steal some dragon's treasure or rob a kingdom's treasury?

Although the old witcher couldn't discern the name of Wayne's equipment and could only recognize the green dragon leather, his powerful witcher senses allowed him to distinguish the strong magical fluctuations emanating from the equipment, indicating that each piece was a formidable magical item.

Clearly, the young witcher's achievements over the past year have far exceeded everyone's expectations.

After putting away the magic carpet, Wayne ignored the old witcher's somewhat sentimental expression, went straight up and gave him a bear hug, patting the old man's back affectionately and saying warmly:

"I'm back, teacher."

After a year apart, perhaps due to the awakening of his ancient blood and his innate divine strength, he had grown taller and his physique was no longer as delicate as that of an elf. Although he could not be called a devilish muscle man, his muscles were very beautiful, and his body was slender and strong, definitely deserving of the title of tall and heroic.

Compared to him, ordinary elves are just sissies.

Now even Withermir no longer seemed so imposing in his presence.

The old witcher patted Wayne on the back affectionately and said with a smile:

"Alright, kid, go inside now. It's cold outside, and everyone's waiting for you."

Upon entering the castle hall, the members of the Wolf School were indeed sitting by the fireplace. Geralt and Lambert were leisurely playing Gwent, while Eskel was engrossed in reading a book about succubi.

When they saw Wayne come in with Vesemir, the big-mouthed Lambert immediately put down his nearly lost Gwent and fired the first shot, saying:

"Ah! Isn't this the esteemed Young Master Wayne?"

"I thought some sorceress was holding you back, preventing you from coming back!"

"Oh right, I think her name is Kayla, right? The one who's short but has a haughty look on her face."

Geralt, whose face was usually expressionless, twitched the corners of his mouth and said:

"No, I've already heard Yennefer say that another red-haired sorceress stole Keira's boyfriend. Our young master is now involved with these two sorceresses, and he might be getting entangled with them, which is why he came home so late."

Hearing the words of the two big mouths, even Eskel, who was engrossed in succubus knowledge, looked up and asked:

"Don't these two sorceresses know that Wayne is only nineteen years old? By half-elf standards, they're practically committing a crime."

Geralt and Lambert burst into laughter upon hearing this. Lambert then winked at Eskel and said:

"Old buddy, don't underestimate our young master Wayne. He's way better at dealing with women than you are."

"Do you remember when we fought the evil god Dagon at the bottom of the lake?"

"You may not have noticed, but I saw it very clearly. While we were fighting to the death up front, he and that red-haired sorceress were secretly kissing next to Yennefer. They were kissing so passionately."

"If we hadn't been in the way, they might have done something already."

Upon hearing this, Geralt put down his Gwent cards, looked at Eskel with an expression that said, "You're still too young," and said in a low voice:

"When it comes to dealing with women, Wayne really knows his stuff."

"We encountered a beautiful female elf in the underground ruins of the Kovind elves."

"Wayne only met her twice before he got her into bed. I saw the way that elf looked at Wayne; it was definitely not a casual look. She was completely captivated by Wayne."

From the castle hall entrance to the fireplace, it was only a few dozen steps away. Listening to the absurd gossip and discussions of these veteran witchers, Wayne felt like bugs were crawling on his head, his heart was pounding, and he was extremely embarrassed.

He even felt that the old witcher walking beside him was looking at him strangely, as if he were looking at a playboy.

Wayne quickened his pace, shook off Vesemir, and walked to the table by the fireplace. He slammed his hand on the table and waited until everyone's eyes were on him.

He then gave a slightly stiff smile and explained:

"Brothers, teacher, I didn't come back so late this time because I was busy with those messy things."

"I have prepared some gifts for you, things you've never seen before, things that will really surprise you."

Hearing that there would be a gift, and one that Wayne had gone to great lengths to prepare, Geralt and his companions were still very happy, even though they didn't really care what they received.

They all stood up and gathered around the table. Lambert whistled, Eskel reluctantly put down his book, and even Vesemir watched Wayne with interest, wondering what new and exciting thing this young man could come up with.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, Wayne chuckled and waved his spatial bracelet on the table, instantly producing four small black leather bags.

These small leather bags don't look very big, but they are quite exquisite in appearance. It's unclear what kind of leather they are made of, but overall they are not much different from ordinary waist bags.

Facing the gazes of his companions, Wayne remained silent, a mysterious smile on his face. He then reached for a fanny pack, opened the lid, and showed the contents to everyone.

The old witcher Vesemir was the first to see what was inside and exclaimed in surprise. Then the others, after seeing what was inside the pouch, had similar reactions.

Lambert, who spoke the fastest, asked:

"What's going on? How come the space inside is more than ten times larger than it appears from the outside? Is this some kind of magical item, like your bracelet?"

Upon hearing this, Wayne didn't keep everyone in suspense and nodded as he spoke:

"That's right, these four pouches are magical equipment. The internal space is about ten times that of a regular pouch. With these, although you can't put weapons in them, you can still fit alchemical bombs, witcher potions, and other small materials, which is about ten times the size of a regular pouch."

"This will give you a lot of advantages in battle, improve your endurance, and the items inside are weightless, so even if you fill your pockets with gold coins, they won't make your pockets heavy."

Lambert's eyes lit up, and he immediately exclaimed, "This is something good!"

These four pouches are actually the most common spatial items in the world of Azeroth. They are small leather pouches made by mages, roughly equivalent to an eight-slot bag in the game, with an internal space of one-sixteenth of a cubic meter. They require not only superb tailoring skills but also very advanced arcane magic techniques.

It is the cheapest and best-selling magical equipment that can be sold in magic shops.

Wayne bought ten in total, each worth ten Azerothian gold coins, equivalent to two hundred orens. However, in the Wizarding World, even spending a thousand orens might not be enough to buy such a spatial device.

With a mixture of surprise and complex expression, Vesemir picked up another small leather bag, examined it carefully for a while, and then remarked with a sigh:

"Could this be a product developed by a genius sorcerer? Its craftsmanship is quite advanced. In the past few hundred years, I have seen very few magical items capable of storing objects. I never expected to see so many in front of me now. It seems that the sorcerers' technology has made great progress again!"

Eskel also took a small leather bag, examined it carefully, and said:

"Wayne, are you really going to give this to us? It must be a very precious magical item. Although we know you're good at making money, it makes us, as your seniors, feel a little embarrassed to always take advantage of you."

Wayne waved his hand, not explaining much. Although he would definitely tell his companions in the future that he could travel to other worlds, now was not the time.

"Don't say that, brothers. Just like dealing with the evil god this year, I'm sure I'll have a lot more trouble for you guys in the future."

"Besides, I have no other relatives besides you. Isn't it only natural to share good things with my family?"

Although Wayne spoke very casually, the other witchers felt a warmth in their hearts. These rough men would never say such thoughts out loud, and only an extrovert like Wayne would say such cheesy things so lightly.

Geralt, being the closest to Wayne among his generation of witchers, unceremoniously took a small magical leather pouch, hung it on his belt, and said with a grin:

"Don't worry, Wayne, I won't stand on ceremony with you. I'll take this pouch. And let me tell you, it's really useful. It's practically tailor-made for us Witchers."

With him setting an example, the others didn't stand on ceremony either, each taking a magic pouch and hanging it on their waists.

Wayne nodded in satisfaction, then waved his right hand on the table, and four palm-sized round stones fell out of his spatial bracelet. Each stone had a strange magical pattern painted on it, and they were the common-grade Hearthstones, a specialty of the world of Azeroth.

Looking at these four strange stones, Lambert, being the most straightforward of them all, was the first to speak.

"This is... Wayne, could it be a runestone? I think I've heard of such a thing; it can increase the special attributes of weapons."

Facing the curious gazes of his companions, Wayne revealed a mysterious smile again. He picked up a Hearthstone, weighed it in his hand, and then said:

"This isn't some cheap runestone you find at street stalls; it's a powerful magical item."

"Actually, I always thought that spending several months each year traveling across several countries to return to Kalmaehan was too much trouble."

"With this, even if you are anywhere in the northern countries, you can return to Kalmaehan in a few minutes, even if you travel thousands of kilometers, without any problem."

After hearing Wayne's explanation, Geralt, Lambert, and Eskel all showed expressions of disbelief and surprise. Vesemir, on the other hand, didn't have much doubt at all. Instead, he stroked his beard, picked up a Hearthstone, and examined it carefully.

However, despite his rich experience as a demon hunter, the old man lacked any research talent. After looking at it for a long time, he couldn't find anything strange about this stone from another world.

The old witcher clicked his tongue and asked in a somewhat doubtful tone:

"Is this some kind of magical artifact, like a warlock's portal?"

"However, I didn't sense any magical fluctuations from it. If you hadn't told me it was a magical item, I would have just thought it was an ordinary stone."

Wayne wasn't surprised by this; after all, these were new things, and everyone needs time to accept them.

He picked up a Hearthstone, then looked at everyone and explained in detail its functions, usage, and precautions. After finishing, he said with some pride:

"With this, we can save several months of travel time each year when returning to Kaermohan. Furthermore, in case of any emergency, we can reunite in Kaermohan instantly. It can be used not only for travel but also for escaping. What do you think of this?"

The others stared blankly at Hearthstone. If it had been some merchant or warlock introducing it instead of Wayne, they would have thought he was swindling them.

But now it's Wayne who's saying this, and this guy is arguably the most amazing young man among the Wolf School of Witchers. It's no wonder he does so many astonishing things.

While the others remained silent, deep in thought, Vesemir was the first to react. He reached up and stroked his beard, saying in a wistful tone:

"If this thing is really as amazing as you say, Wayne, then you've done me a huge favor."

"Now that I'm old, the time I spend traveling every year makes me feel very frustrated. With this, I can stay in the castle more often and no longer go out."

Hearing the old witcher's感慨 (sentiments/reflections), the others came to their senses and couldn't help but loudly praise Wayne's gift.

This magical item that allows them to return home at any time is the best gift for these Wolf School witchers who cherish their homes. As they accept this gift, they are also thinking that they should bring back a gift next year that will satisfy Wayne.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be too embarrassing for them, as seniors?

However, just when they thought Wayne's gifts consisted of only these two good things, Wayne waved his right hand on the table, and the originally empty table was immediately filled with countless things.

"Don't rush, don't rush, I've prepared many other good things, let me introduce them one by one."

(Relatives visited, we drank together tonight, hehe!)

(End of this chapter)