Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 201 Another Identity

After absorbing the ability points, Wayne did not linger in Cordwin. Before dawn, he piloted his magic carpet back to Kaer Moham.

For the next two weeks, Kaermohan's life was very peaceful, and nothing unexpected happened.

Wayne took some time to meet with Francesca, and the two shared dinner. He also received a magical communicator from the sorceress that could make long-distance calls, and then resumed his daily studies and training.

When January ended and the snow and ice in the mountains melted, the members of the Wolf School once again embarked on their journeys away from home.

After leaving Kaer Morhen, Wayne, as agreed, went first to the elven underground ruins where Toluviel was located. He had a deep and simple conversation with this elven female leader who was calm on the outside but very passionate on the inside, and got a good understanding of the differences between female elves and human women.

From Toruvel, Wayne learned that the elven warriors living here would be moving to a mountain forest near Banad, the capital of Cordwin, in a few months.

According to Francesca's intelligence, around some time this year, the non-human races living in Banad City may be massacred by the Kovind soldiers. The elves will organize a rescue operation, and these warriors will be responsible for receiving the poor souls who are rescued.

Wayne had also heard this news from Francesca; it was most likely a message from the female sorcerer royal advisor of Corvind to the Brotherhood of Sorcerers.

This is why the Brotherhood of Sorcerers places sorceresses around each king—to monitor them and prevent these fools who wield immense power from doing anything stupid.

However, upon hearing this news, Wayne's first reaction was to ask Toruvel where they had been transferred to. After all, he had just opened a spatial rift connecting to the Diablo world in a valley near Banard City, and had not yet sealed it.

If they're so unlucky and run into each other, wouldn't that be like friends sabotaging each other?

Fortunately, Toluville trusted Wayne completely and told him their relocation location without hesitation. It wasn't the same place, and they were quite far apart, so it shouldn't harm their own people.

As for his women, especially those like Toluviel who weren't particularly strong, Wayne would never be stingy when she was about to embark on a dangerous mission.

He gave the female elf some items that he no longer needed, but which were very useful.

For example, the first invisibility potion they drew, some magic scrolls that weren't very powerful but consumed very little energy, several enchanted equipment items they bought from the Azeroth auction house, and even some of the explosive arrows they drew were given to Toruviel.

The most precious item, which he specifically instructed to keep safe, was a bottle of potent healing potion from Azeroth. This high-grade potion could save the life of a female elf, as long as she didn't die immediately or suffer extremely serious fatal injuries. It was a way to save her life.

Faced with Wayne's generous offer, Toluviel didn't say much and readily accepted it. However, she became more submissive and intimate with him in her presence.

Soon, Wayne spent about a week in the underground ruins. Apart from his daily skill practice, he spent most of his time with the female elf. When the two chatted, Wayne no longer hid anything and shared his views on the current situation of the elves, how they should develop in the future, and some methods to deal with human oppression.

Of course, in his previous life, he was neither a politician nor a military strategist, and all he knew was superficial knowledge learned from the internet or books.

Even so, given the gap in society and knowledge spanning thousands of years, his insights were at the level of a dimensional reduction attack, giving the female elf a good lesson. Toluviel's gaze towards him became fervent and adoring, as if she had been completely subdued.

After leaving the elven underground ruins, Wayne returned to Vizima City to catch up with his old friends and soothe the longing of his sorceress lovers.

This reassurance lasted for another two or three days.

He never expected that Francesca would bring him intelligence as soon as he got home.

That afternoon, while he was reviewing the magical knowledge he had learned at home, the remote magical communicator he had put in his pocket began to vibrate slightly, indicating that the other party wanted to communicate with him.

"Wayne, are you free tonight?"

Francesca's voice remained as beautiful and melodious as ever.

Wayne gave a slight "hmm," then calmly asked:

"I'm not busy right now. Any news from your end, ma'am?"

Seemingly realizing that Wayne wasn't opposed, Francesca breathed a slight sigh of relief, even her voice carrying a hint of amusement.

"Yes, tonight a friend of mine told me that the soldiers outside Fetpo are going to be sent into the city on a secret mission."

"You can probably guess what they want to do?"

At this point, Francesca paused for a second, then asked:

"Wayne, this time we have enough time. We can quietly take them away. Although we may not be able to take them all, most of them will be saved."

"Another method is to defeat the soldiers outside Fetpo beforehand, preventing them from carrying out the mission, so that we can take everyone away."

"You can choose between these two options; I respect your wishes."

After hearing the sorceress's suggestion, Wayne considered it for about ten seconds before speaking:

"I choose the second option."

"How about this, Ms. Francesca, you come and get me now. We'll take care of all the soldiers beforehand, and maybe killing some mobs won't make Henselt feel any remorse."

"Then let's wipe out his army, chop off his claws, and weaken his power."

"If things continue like this, Cordwin's soldiers will eventually become enemies of the elves, so let's start weakening their forces now."

If this had happened before Wayne accepted the special commission, he wouldn't have resorted to such violent and conspicuous methods. But now, the number of elves he saves is crucial to his future mission rewards.

So perhaps being a little too arrogant and showing off their strength would tip the scales of victory in favor of the Pokémon team even faster.

Anyway, Wayne had already come up with a plan. Since the identity of a Witcher was likely to cause unnecessary trouble, he would change his identity to one that allowed him to do anything without any scruples and have someone else do this for him.

Having another identity means that if he does something bad in the future, someone else can take the blame for him.

More than half an hour later, when Wayne met Francesca again, the two had arrived on the outskirts of Fetpo City.

Wayne was still wearing the dragonscale armor he wore when he dealt with the mob, but his weapon had been changed to a two-handed greatsword, Excalibur, which was 1.3 meters long and weighed tens of kilograms.

Under the magical cover of the elven sorceress, his dragon scale armor had transformed into a dark, dull black armor, and the silver-white two-handed greatsword in his hand had also been slightly altered by illusion, turning into a blood-red two-handed greatsword.

Wayne's current appearance is even more sinister and terrifying than when he slaughtered the mob last time. In terms of appearance, he is no longer a righteous and valiant knight, but rather a death knight who has emerged from the abyss of hell.

Moreover, this time, he did not wear a helmet, but revealed his face, as if he was going to fight openly with his true face.

Francesca, standing beside him, was also quite puzzled. After spending time together several times, she knew very well that Wayne did not want to reveal his identity as a Witcher, but she didn't know why he would do this this time.

"Wayne, there are about 150 soldiers in the military camp outside Fetpo City. They are all professional soldiers. They are different from the mob last time. They will not be a rabble that collapses at the first touch."

"Are you just going to charge in like that?"

Upon hearing this, Wayne turned to Francesca, smiled, and said calmly:

"Don't you have any faith in me, ma'am?"

The elven sorceress was taken aback by the question. In the history of the wizarding world, apart from a few legendary sorceresses, very few people could single-handedly deal with hundreds of soldiers.

As for warrior-type classes, they are almost never seen, which is one of the main reasons why this elven sorceress values ​​Wayne so much after their last collaboration.

This so-called most beautiful female sorceress in the world is not as innocent and beautiful as she appears. She is a figure who has been in the Brotherhood of War for hundreds of years, always on equal footing with the top sorceresses, and a true ruler of the Elven race.

Wayne never treated her as a simple elf girl.

Faced with Wayne's confident retort, Francesca smiled, then raised a finger, pointed at Wayne's face, and asked:

"Don't you need to conceal your appearance? Do you need me to use magic to do so for you?"

Wayne did not answer, but instead used his magic to activate the golden scale that Borch had given him. This golden scale contained the peculiar power of the golden dragon, which could change a person's appearance.

Furthermore, this change is not an illusion, but a real transformation similar to a Druid's Polymorph. Even if it is affected by the magic-blocking gold, it will not fail. In this world, perhaps only Borch himself can break through this disguise.

Wayne had originally considered transforming into a griffin or a giant bear to enhance his strength by utilizing their unique physical structure, given this extremely rare treasure.

However, he now feels that using this thing to create a special identity for himself that cannot be exposed is also a good option.

As the magic was activated, Wayne's appearance underwent a dramatic transformation. His original short golden hair turned into a head of bright silver hair, and his handsome face became even more heroic and rugged, with the addition of several scars and a rough stubble, making him look like a mature man in his thirties. His delicate elven ears disappeared, and his amber cat-like eyes turned into slightly shimmering red blood eyes.

His physique beneath the armor swelled from about 1.9 meters to 2.2 meters, and his strong muscles made the armor even more sturdy.

His entire appearance has changed from that of a handsome elf boy to that of a human general who seems to have been through many battles and is invincible.

After completing the transformation, Wayne turned to look at the somewhat dumbfounded Francesca, his voice now a mature male voice, and said:

"Ms. Francesca, if you ever see me in this capacity again, please remember my name."

"Dante, a chivalrous human mercenary."

(End of this chapter)