Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 268 Francesca's Speculation

The next day at noon, Wayne woke up in Triss's fragrant bed, the red-haired beauty nestled in his arms, still unconscious.

Having barely indulged in any sexual activity for over nine months in Middle-earth, Triss had a great time last night. Adding to the excitement was the decision to create a new magic academy, making last night a truly enjoyable one.

Seeing Triss's contented sleeping face, Wayne didn't wake her. Robin's matter wasn't urgent, so it wouldn't hurt to let it stay in the forest a little longer.

Wayne dressed, went to the kitchen, personally prepared a meal for the sorceress, placed it by the bedside, and then left the castle hall.

As soon as he stepped out the gate, he saw Vesemir and Belengal sitting on wooden stumps in the courtyard, watching the children practice swordsmanship and seemingly discussing something.

As the child who has studied swordsmanship the longest, Alex is having a simple spar with Aragorn, who is the most talented, while the other children are still doing the most basic physical training.

Wayne walked over and greeted them. After listening for a while, he realized that the two were discussing which area to build a large horse training ground for the newly arrived hundred elven warhorses.

These elven steeds were rare treasures in the eyes of these warriors. However, what troubled the two of them was that if a poor demon hunter rode such a steed worth a fortune to carry out commissions worth only a few crowns, wouldn't he be waiting to be robbed or imprisoned by greedy nobles for various reasons?

Moreover, the Blue Mountains where Kaermohan is located have a cold climate that is closer to the northern continent, which is not very suitable for horses. However, considering the Mongolian region in the real world, this should not be considered a major problem.

The two discussed for a long time, but Wayne didn't interrupt. In terms of life experience, he was worlds apart from these two old witchers, and he lacked professional insights into many things. Rather than talking nonsense, he preferred to listen and do more.

However, after the two finished their discussion, Wayne told Vesemir that he had a taming manual specifically for training these elven warhorses. Due to the language barrier, he would have to wait a few days until he finished translating it before he could give it to him.

This news made Vesemir very happy. A good mount is extremely important for a warrior. In many situations, a good horse is their best partner in life and death.

The entire Enchanted Realm is now considered the territory of the Witcher Order. After Wayne toured his territory on his magic carpet, he returned to Triss's room.

By this time, the sorceress had awakened, and the two spent several hours together, whispering sweet nothings to each other. Wayne then asked Triss about some questions he had had during his months of learning magic, and in the afternoon, he opened a portal and returned to the forest where Deathclaw was.

The feeling of coming home is always reassuring. After a night's rest, he was in a pretty good mood. Being within the range of chaotic magic also made his mutated organs feel comfortable.

The Rocky Forest is still the same as yesterday, but Robin, that big guy, has disappeared. He's probably gone to eat.

The Deathclaw's large size also means that it has an enormous appetite. As a carnivore, it needs to consume a lot of meat every day, and feeding it is not an easy task for ordinary people.

Following the huge footprints on the ground, Wayne easily found the bronze beast, which was taller than the trees, in just over ten minutes.

At this moment, Robin was lying on the riverbank, each of his two paws gripping a blue water ghost, eating the water ghost's corpse bit by bit with a rather aggrieved expression.

It seems like they really dislike the taste, but because they're hungry, they're just going through the motions.

Upon seeing its master, the large creature immediately dropped the half-eaten corpse in its hand, wagged its tail, and trotted over. Clearly, it was getting tired of the forest filled with all sorts of disgusting monsters, which was very different from the forest it had been in Middle-earth.

Wayne reached out and touched its large head that had come closer, then threw out a dozen fresh animal carcasses from his spatial bracelet for Deathclaw to eat.

Once it had eaten its fill, it leaped and climbed onto Robin's back, ready to carry this big guy across Temeria and the Kingdom of Koldwin back to Kaer Morhen.

Along the way, the man and the beast chose secluded paths and did not head towards human settlements. It was not that he was afraid of soldiers or hunters, but mainly that he did not want to cause trouble and let the big Deathclaw scare others.

It must be said here that Deathclaw's full-speed running speed is incredibly fast, much faster than a normal galloping horse, and even faster than most cars in the real world, only slightly slower than a magic flying carpet.

After all, they were giant beasts ten meters tall, each stride covering six or seven meters. With their immense strength and astonishing endurance, they crossed the border of the Kingdom of Temuria in just half a day, bypassed the Mahakan Mountains, and entered the territory of the Kingdom of Kodwin.

However, not long after entering the Kingdom of Cordwin, Francesca's communicator, which he had been carrying in his pocket, suddenly responded.

Without giving it much thought, Wayne slowed down Deathclaw's running speed while connecting the communicator.

A few seconds later, the elven sorceress's beautiful but somewhat angry voice came through the communicator.

"Wayne, I've tried to contact you so many times these past two months, but there's been no response at all. Did you go somewhere where magic is completely forbidden? Otherwise, you shouldn't be able to block my senses, right?"

"And you haven't contacted me since you came back yesterday. Humph, as a collaborator, aren't you being too indifferent to me?"

Upon hearing this, Wayne couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. After returning from Middle-earth, he had been immersed in Triss's gentle embrace, fighting with the red-haired beauty from night to day, and had indeed neglected the matter of Francesca.

Considering that hiring construction teams, horse breeders, and establishing the Witcher Order would all require cooperation with the elves, Wayne said apologetically:

"I'm sorry, Ms. Francesca."

"I was too busy yesterday and didn't have time to contact you. Was there something urgent? I have time now, and we can talk about it in detail."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the communicator, then someone said:

"Never mind, this is a matter that can't be explained in a short time. Can I come to you directly? Is this a convenient time for you?"

He knew that the communicator had a location system that could help the sorceresses pinpoint Wayne's location and open portals.

Triss had once expressed great admiration for Francesca's communicator, believing it embodied the elven sorceress's superb craftsmanship and powerful alchemy skills.

He glanced at the Deathclaw beneath him, thinking that this huge thing would inevitably be exposed eventually, so he simply nodded and said:

"No problem, ma'am, I'll be waiting for you right here."

Francesca gave a soft "hmm," and then the communicator fell silent for a few seconds.

A few seconds later, about five meters away from Wayne, a portal suddenly appeared on the ground, gradually expanding. Francesca, wearing a beautiful red dress and with her long golden hair tied in a ponytail, gracefully walked out of the portal.

But her elegance didn't last long. When the elven sorceress stepped out of the portal and looked up at the terrifying monster that could practically swallow her whole, she couldn't help but scream.

Then, he instantly uttered a short incantation, released a spell, and made his figure disappear suddenly, reappearing more than ten meters away.

However, just as she was about to unleash her spell to attack Deathclaw, she saw Wayne, riding on the terrifying behemoth, blush involuntarily appear on his originally fair face, and he said in a slightly reproachful tone:

"It's not gentlemanly to watch a lady make a fool of herself, Wayne."

"You should have reminded me beforehand."

Wayne chuckled, then reached out and patted Deathclaw's neck, causing it to lie prone on the ground, its back only about two meters above the ground.

After making this gesture, Wayne extended his hand to Francesca and said:

"This is my battle partner, Deathclaw Robin, an extremely ferocious sub-dragon type beast."

"Would you like to try sitting on its back with me, ma'am?"

After listening to Wayne's introduction, Francesca carefully examined the terrifying-looking Deathclaw with a strange gaze, unconsciously assessing the combat power of this terrifying behemoth.

Faced with Wayne's invitation, she bit her lower lip, glanced at her elegant and exquisite red dress, then snorted, extended a finger, and cast a spell on herself.

A few seconds later, a burst of magical light enveloped the elven sorceress's body. When the light dissipated, Francesca's exquisite red dress had transformed into a dashing female knight's outfit. Combined with her stunning face, golden ponytail, and graceful figure, she was a feast for the eyes.

Wayne looked him over several times with an appreciative gaze, then said approvingly:

"What exquisite magic, madam. You truly deserve to be a member of the High Council and one of the most powerful sorceresses in the North."

Francesca was quite pleased with Wayne's praise. She walked up to Deathclaw, carefully examined the ten-meter-long behemoth, and then reached out to grab Wayne's hand. With the help of the Witcher, they sat together on Deathclaw's back.

The petite elven sorceress sat in front of Wayne, appearing as if she were sitting in his lap, in a rather ambiguous posture.

A wonderful floral scent wafted from Francesca's golden ponytail.

Without any hesitation, Wayne wrapped one arm around the elven sorceress's slender waist and placed the other hand on the scales on the back of Deathclaw, controlling it to move forward slowly.

The two rode in silence for several minutes, when Francesca suddenly said something surprising:

"Wayne, I already know that you possess ancient blood."

"Did you go to another world during these past two months, which is why my communicator is unresponsive?"

"And this colossal beast we're riding now... to my knowledge, I have absolutely no information about it. It must be a creature from another world!"

(End of this chapter)