Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 31 Continues the Cleanup Work

Having gained another new ability made Wayne very happy.

He glanced at the bearded dwarf Horton, who had brought him this good fortune, twirled his iron battle axe in his hand a few times, and said with a smile:

"Big Beard, although I also like your axe and pipe, I neither smoke nor am I good at using an axe."

"So, how about we make a deal?"

Upon hearing about the deal, Horton instinctively clutched his empty purse and asked in a simple, honest voice:

"What deal, Witcher?"

"Let me make it clear beforehand, I don't have a single penny on me."

"Cleaner than a damn dwarf's ass."

"If you want to keep playing cards, I'll have to pull out that gold tooth in my mouth and play another round with you."

Hearing the dwarf's silly words, Wayne couldn't help but chuckle. He placed Horton's pipe, gem ring, and fine iron battle axe in front of the dwarf and pushed them towards him.

He said it in a seductive tone:

"I really like the game Gwent, and I'm willing to help you dwarves promote it."

"However, I don't even have my own deck, so it's hard for others to understand the fun they have."

"How about this, I'll return your things to you, and you give me half of your Gwent deck, how about that?"

After hearing Wayne's words, the bearded Horton's expression immediately became conflicted.

The pipe, the axe, and the gemstone ring were his cherished possessions, having been with him for many years, and he was naturally reluctant to give them up.

However, the Gwent deck in his hand was also won by him one card at a time from other dwarves, and each card required a lot of effort and hard work.

However, after struggling for more than ten seconds, the dwarf still chose his personal belongings. After all, he could win back the cards even if he lost them, but it would be difficult to find a replacement if he lost his beloved items.

Big Beard Horton was quite honest and straightforward. After making a deal with Wayne, he didn't renege at all and directly gave Wayne half of his Gwent cards, which totaled more than forty cards, including two relatively rare cards.

At this time, Gwent had not yet been widely promoted, and everything was in its early stages. There were not many types of cards, and even the factions were not divided. There were no factions like Nilfgaard, Skellige, Scoia'tael, or Monsters.

However, the basic rules are already quite complete, and battles between all factions can bring all sorts of unexpected fun, making it quite enjoyable.

Several hours later, after Toluviel and her men had finished cleaning the underground pond and arranged for guards and other related tasks.

To her surprise, the half-elf witcher she valued so much was wandering the camp, looking for people to bet on, men, women, and children alike, using the little card game that dwarves liked to play with.

What's most infuriating is that this guy is not only highly skilled but also incredibly lucky. In less than an afternoon, he emptied the pockets of many residents who love gambling.

He even won some of the gambler's personal belongings, almost to the point of pulling down his pants.

This made Toruville feel somewhat ashamed. If she hadn't rushed over to stop them in time, those gamblers who were blinded by greed might have done something even more shameful to her.

Wayne realized he had gotten a little carried away, but he couldn't be blamed for it. He discovered that upgrading Gwent and gaining the Luck attribute didn't require the long hours of practice and gradual increase in proficiency that swordsmanship and signs did.

To improve your Gwent proficiency, you must play against others for stakes and win.

Judging from the results of his test this afternoon, if he wins against an ordinary person who knows nothing and is just there to make up the numbers, his Gwent level will not improve at all.

However, if he beats a skilled Gwent player, he will gain one or two points of proficiency, depending on their skill level.

Unfortunately, winning repeatedly doesn't increase proficiency like you can farm points; it seems he can only earn proficiency rewards once from each person.

Having obtained the test results, Wayne had achieved his goal. He scratched his head, feigning some apology, and said to Toluviel with a sincere expression:

"Sorry, sorry, Toruville, I just learned this new game and got a little carried away?"

"This game is very interesting. Maybe you should take some time to learn it. It will train your thinking skills and make you smarter."

"As for these personal belongings, take them back to your residents and tell them that you bought them from me. They will be even more grateful to you."

However, the female elf frowned slightly upon hearing this, then took out one hundred ducats from the pocket on her belt, handed them to Wayne, and said:

"Do as you say, Wayne."

"But I won't take these things for nothing. You won them, you deserve them."

Wayne shrugged indifferently at Toluville's actions, and instead of continuing the conversation about Gwent, he got straight to business.

"Although my companion Geralt is injured, I will still continue to help you clean up this ruin."

"Of course, if I'm cleaning alone, I'll be more careful and it might take a little longer. I hope you don't mind."

Toluviel was quite sensible; from the battle this morning, she had realized that to clean up this ruin, she had to hire witchers.

Otherwise, with her elves and dwarves under her command, who knows how many would have to sacrifice to complete this task.

As for the passage of time, there is no need to rush. Non-human races generally have long lifespans, so time is not a very urgent matter for them.

The next day, Wayne replenished his supplies and, after Geralt gave him some instructions, resumed his work.

To allow Wayne to fight more safely, the White Wolf even temporarily lent him his silver sword.

This is a silver sword, engraved with countless inscriptions. Compared to ordinary steel swords, this silver sword has some kind of metal added to it, making it both light and sharp, as well as extremely sturdy.

It is said that this is Geralt's most valuable piece of equipment, much more expensive than his armor or mount. Before each battle, he would carefully consider whether he had to use the silver sword before choosing to use this weapon.

Normally, they wouldn't even take it out; they'd always hide it on the radish and wouldn't use it easily.

During battle, White Wolf would be especially careful not to let the sword get chipped or damaged, otherwise the cost of repairing the sword would be higher than his reward for the mission.

Recalling Geralt's look when he lent out the sword, as if he were lending his own wife to someone else, Wayne felt a mix of amusement and emotion.

Although they hadn't spent much time together, these wolf-school witchers were truly loyal and devoted, more like brothers than brothers.

In such a cold and barbaric era, having a group of true brothers is undoubtedly a heartwarming thing.

(End of this chapter)