Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 34 The Commission Completed

In the afternoon, Wayne found the female elf again.

"Has the ruins been fully explored?"

"Yes, except for the last building locked by the metal gate, I have checked all the other areas. There will be no more monsters emerging from underground to attack you."

"As for that building, I speculate that it is a treasure vault, and there should be a deactivated magic node inside, which does not pose a threat for the time being."

"But that door was too sturdy. I tried many methods but couldn't open it. Maybe it's because it's been too long and the internal facilities have been damaged."

As Wayne said, the door to that treasure vault was indeed too sturdy and had been treated with magic, making it impossible for ordinary people to open.

Even if something goes wrong internally, they'll probably just be locked up in the treasure vault and won't be able to do anything.

Hearing Wayne's explanation, Toluviel nodded in understanding. She was silent for a few seconds before speaking:

"Thank you, Wayne, you've done us a huge favor."

"Wait a moment, I will lead a patrol of this ruin. If the last building really cannot be opened, then this mission will be considered complete."

At this point, Toluville raised her head, looked into Wayne's eyes, and said:

"What's next? Where are you planning to go? Will you stay in the Kingdom of Kodwin?"

Wayne thought for a moment and decided there was nothing to hide, so he spread his hands and said:

"I can't say for sure, Toruville."

"Geralt's injuries have almost healed. Now, we're preparing to leave the Kingdom of Cordwin as soon as possible."

"As you know, the residents here don't welcome non-human races or witchers at all."

"We plan to travel along the Pontal River to the Kingdom of Temeria first, and then we'll see where we have a commission."

Upon hearing this, Toruville sighed, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out to touch Wayne's face.

Through their time together, she realized how much potential the half-elf boy before her possessed, and how much more intelligent and knowledgeable he was than many of his kind.

As a long-lived race, becoming a master swordsman in one's teens is something to be proud of.

Moreover, not only are witchers highly skilled in swordsmanship and physically stronger than ordinary people, but they can also use some spells, making them more powerful than ordinary sword masters. In her mind, they are even more in line with the definition of a strong person than those weak spellcasters.

She really enjoyed being with Wayne and couldn't help but ask again:

"Are you really not considering staying here, Wayne?"

"If it were you, you would surely bring more hope to our elven people."

"I really need your help too."

Upon hearing this, Wayne looked into the elf's eyes, gently shook his head, and remained silent.

Toluviel reluctantly withdrew her hand and said:

"Alright then, Wayne, you have your own path, I won't force you."

"The payment for this commission will be settled as we agreed before: 1,500 Ducats, or a quarter of the spoils from the Relics."

"If you choose the former, I can put together the money for you right now."

"If you choose the latter, the value should be higher, but those spoils will take time to process, and we don't know their exact value, so your payment will be delayed for a while."

"But if you trust me, I will have someone deliver the money to you after everything is settled."

Wayne nodded. It wasn't that Toluville was playing any tricks; he had personally explored the entire ruins and knew exactly what loot it contained.

Time is the most powerful weapon; countless mighty warriors, spellcasters, and kings have turned to dust before it.

Perhaps this site was priceless and possessed immense wealth thousands of years ago, but now, apart from some precious metals that are difficult to corrode and oxidize, everything else has vanished and become scrap.

However, it will certainly take some time to transform these inheritances into usable wealth.

Wayne waved his hand and said to the female elf:

"No need for that, Toruville, I'll just choose 1,500 Ducats."

"Oh, by the way, there's one more thing I'm wondering if I could trouble you with?"

Hearing that Wayne had something to ask of her, Toruville didn't refuse, and said with a slightly serious expression:

"What is it? If you can do it, I won't refuse."

Wayne waved his finger, indicating that the female elf didn't need to be so serious, and said with a smile:

"It's just a small matter, don't be nervous."

"I just wanted to know if you know any elven warlocks. The loot here has historical value; perhaps you could get a higher reward if you sold it to an elven warlock."

"And if you know any warlocks, you can help me sell those gargoyle hearts to them."

"I remember this stuff was pretty popular among warlocks."

Upon hearing this, the female elf hesitated for a few seconds. She had promised that the great man not to tell anyone this news, but out of trust in Wayne, she still spoke:

"I can try to help, Wayne."

"I know a woman who is a powerful spellcaster, and it is because of her help that I and other residents were able to remain in this ruin."

"If that lady is interested, I will sell your Gargoyle Heart to her, and then I will find a way to transfer the money to you."

"No, no, no, you don't need to have someone deliver it." Wayne quickly waved his hand.

"We witchers need to take on commissions all over the place, and I don't even know which country I'll end up in."

He thought for a moment and said directly:

"I will return to Cordwin before this winter, and if you are still here then, please transfer the money to me."

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After completing this expert-level commission, Wayne was in a very good mood. Geralt's injuries had basically healed, and he was able to move around freely.

As agreed before the trip, Wayne generously split the reward of 1,500 Ducatiels with him, 750 Ducatiels each, in exchange for White Wolf's even closer attitude towards him.

This is a huge sum of money; if it's just for eating and drinking, it could even last the two of them for a whole year.

After completing his mission, he didn't rush to leave. Instead, he stayed in the camp for two more days to confirm that the ruins were truly safe before solemnly bidding farewell to Toruville, the first friend he had made.

The system also provides an explanation regarding the dimensional rift left behind by that magical place.

If this world were a human being, then this dimensional rift would be nothing more than a tiny, insignificant wound, not even a superficial injury.

Unless someone uses rituals or magic to guide them, it is impossible for a powerful being from another world to come into this world through this wound.

During these two days, Wayne was not idle either. He took his black mare, which he named Lucifer, and went to the female elf again to ask for her guidance.

Toluville readily agreed to the request and, together with Wayne, practiced riding her mare in the forest.

Wayne had a remarkable talent for sports, and before he had to say goodbye, he finally mastered the basics of riding and even acquired a secondary skill called riding.

Riding Skill LV1: Compatibility with mount +1.

On the day of their actual parting, Wayne and Geralt, each leading their own mounts and carrying their luggage, stood at the cave's exit, bidding farewell to Toruville and several acquaintances they had met at the camp.

The female elf leader stepped forward and embraced Wayne, leaving a gentle farewell kiss on his cheek, and presented him with a carefully prepared gift.

It was an exquisite longbow made of special wood, with a combined length of about eighty centimeters.

The bow was engraved with some elven inscriptions, and the bowstring was made of the leather of an animal of unknown species, which was very tough.

This was a gift that Toruvel gave to Wayne after hearing that he wanted to learn archery.

At the same time, for the current Elven race, the bow and arrow is their most powerful weapon. Perhaps this is also a hidden hope of Luvia, who hopes that Wayne will not forget his bloodline and will help more Elven people.

As all good things must come to an end, after a friendly farewell, Wayne and Geralt, the two witchers, still took their generous reward and gifts from their friends and disappeared into the forest, watched by everyone.

(End of this chapter)