Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 39 Heading to Vizima

In the largest tavern in Floating Harbor, Wayne's grand gambling game has reached its climax.

Unlike the gambling last night, due to the spread of news about the big gambling, almost 80% of the townspeople in the floating harbor came here to join in the fun this afternoon.

The onlookers held their breath, watching the game intently.

So many people came to join the fun that the tavern couldn't hold them all, and the brothel on the second floor was also deserted. The women, dressed in flamboyant and revealing clothes, were all leaning on the stair railing, whispering about the exciting competition.

A dozen soldiers stood at the four corners of the tavern, weapons in hand, standing on tiptoe to watch the competition, their faces also filled with amazement.

Some latecomers could only stand outside the tavern, watching the lively atmosphere through the windows and the dense crowd.

Dandelion, dressed in a gorgeous bodysuit, held his lute and sang and shouted energetically.

"Clang, clang, thud!"

"The fiftieth consecutive win comes from Mr. Wayne, the Witcher from the Wolf School."

"The prize money on site has reached 435 Oren."

"Any more challengers?"

Will there be new challengers?

"This is a legendary victory, a miracle worthy of being written into the epic."

"If anyone can end his winning streak, then that person will surely become a hero of Floating Harbor and be forever recorded in the history of Floating Harbor."

"What are you waiting for? You could be the lucky one. Everyone is hoping for your victory."

"Come on, all you need is an Oren and a deck of Gwent, and you'll have a chance to become that hero."

Listening to Dandelion's encouraging praise, some Gwent players who had been hesitant because of Wayne's fifty-game winning streak immediately mustered their courage again.

A young businessman stepped forward first, threw an Oren card on the table, picked up his Gwent card, and sat down opposite Wayne, who had a calm smile on his face.

The new game started quickly and ended just as quickly. In less than five minutes, the young businessman lost, and Wayne took away a beautiful Gwent card.

However, another challenger soon took his place.

However, these floating harbor residents and travelers are ultimately just ordinary people, neither true Gwent masters nor wealthy merchants like Revarden who have collected a complete set of powerful rare cards.

As for Wayne, whom they were facing, after two consecutive days of big betting, he had already drawn nearly a hundred cards from the losers. Although his deck lacked those extremely rare and powerful cards, after so many adjustments, it had become perfect.

The system's Gwent level also increased to level four after many battles. With the blessing of four points of luck, gambling against ordinary people is like having a cheat code. You can draw any card you want.

How long an average player can last against him depends almost entirely on when Wayne decides to defeat him.

Although Dandelion's encouragement made some Gwent players eager to try, after seeing Wayne easily defeat five challengers in a row, achieving a fifty-five-game winning streak, no one in the tavern wanted to challenge this terrifying Gwent master anymore.

An Oren registration fee isn't expensive, but it's enough to buy a few good meals. Rather than wasting it, it's better to stay and do something else.

Finally, after more than ten minutes of no one continuing the challenge, Dandelion, his face flushed with excitement, announced in a high-pitched voice:

"Ladies and gentlemen, good people of Floating Harbour."

"I now announce that this is an unprecedented and earth-shattering Gwent tournament."

"Its ultimate champion is our Wolf School Witcher, Mr. Wayne."

"In this high-stakes game, he defeated a hundred challengers in a row without ever losing, making him a true Gwent super player."

"He will become a legend in the floating harbor, remembered by everyone for ten, twenty, fifty, or even a hundred years."

"He is the true champion of floating harbors."

At this point, Dandelion put down his lute, raised his hands high, clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention, and then announced loudly:

"Now, everyone, I have some good news to tell you."

"You are all honored. Our Floating Harbor Champion is a generous and kind man. Since no one has been able to win this prize, he has decided to give half of the prize money, a full two hundred and thirty Orens, as a reward for everyone's enthusiasm, to the tavern owner."

"Starting today, every resident of the floating harbor will receive a free glass of ale from the boss until the money runs out."

"This is a commendable act of generosity; let's cheer together!"

Under Dandelion's influence, the residents cheered excitedly upon hearing that there would be free ale for the next few days.

Perhaps in the future, they won't remember the Gwent master who won hundreds of Oren in the tavern, but they will certainly remember the Floating Harbor champion who treated them to a few days of ale.

However, the lively atmosphere was always short-lived. Not long after the gambling game ended, the crowd began to disperse under the supervision of the soldiers.

It was already night, and the residents happily took a free glass of beer before heading home in twos and threes. Their satisfied expressions clearly showed their excitement at participating in such a fun competition.

Wayne and Geralt, not wanting to cause trouble, had already packed their bags and were ready to set off early the next morning to continue their journey.

Their next stop was Vizima, the capital of Temuria, the city where the king's palace was located, and a place where a large number of nobles, wealthy merchants, soldiers, gangsters, and poor people gathered. It was the richest place in all of Vizima.

That city was a melting pot of all sorts of strange and bizarre events, generating a large number of commissions that needed witchers like them to solve.

Upon learning that Geralt's destination was Vizima, our poet Dandelion immediately expressed his intention to go there as well.

Meanwhile, this poet classmate, who liked to gather intelligence everywhere, also told Wayne and the others some news.

The wealthy merchant Revarden, who lost 300 orens to him at the gambling table, will also be setting off tomorrow morning with his caravan, also heading to Vizima.

Upon hearing this news, Wayne's eyes lit up, and he immediately said he would go and talk to Revarden to see if he could take on a guard job.

He wasn't concerned about the meager reward, but rather that traveling with the large group meant he could hitch a ride in a comfortable carriage and get some free food.

Most importantly, he could get a free mission from Revarden.

Wayne constantly reminded himself that a tall building starts from the ground up, and if he wanted to become stronger, he had to seize every opportunity to become stronger.

Witchers do have long lifespans, but if you don't seize the opportunity to increase your strength, you might end up as a corpse in some accident.

(End of this chapter)