Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 66 Vincent Mayes

Wayne quietly breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the huge wolf head roll to the ground.

This was the first time he had faced such a powerful monster. As the effects of the Witcher's Potion slowly wore off, he even felt a slight sprain in his arm joint and felt a tingling pain in his muscles all over his body.

It was too much of a stretch to block the werewolf's claws with a sword. Next time he encountered a monster with such power, he should try to dodge as much as possible, Wayne thought.

Fortunately, the werewolf resigned itself to its fate and did not launch a last-ditch counterattack. Although investigating the truth behind it was a bit troublesome, it was better than facing a powerful monster in a desperate counterattack.

Wayne sheathed his sword and hung the steel sword from the bushes back on his belt. Looking at the werewolf's corpse, he hesitated for a few seconds, but ultimately shook his head, choosing not to dissect it and collect materials.

After all, he is an intelligent being capable of speaking and thinking, and a husband who values ​​affection. Taking away his internal organs is too cruel. Wayne cannot do it for the time being. Well, for the time being.

Stepping over the werewolf's corpse, he walked up the steps and entered the wooden hunter's hut.

At first glance, it was just an ordinary two-bedroom house with old furniture and decorations, and nothing unusual about it.

However, the Witcher's keen sense of smell told him that the smell of blood extended all the way into the bedroom.

Sure enough, upon arriving at the bedroom, Wayne simply tapped the wooden floor with his sword sheath, and the hollow sound confirmed the location of the basement beneath the floor.

Just as he was about to pull open the hidden wooden door and enter the basement, he suddenly saw a portrait of three people painted in oil on the wall above the bed in the bedroom.

A strong, short-haired middle-aged man and a gentle, chestnut-haired young woman were embracing sweetly. Standing between them was a boy of about ten years old, smiling brightly.

Wayne's gaze sharpened slightly. It seemed this werewolf had another son, but he wondered where the child was now.

The werewolf curse is a contagious curse that can infect others not only through biting, but also through the continuation of bloodlines.

With that in mind, he didn't rush into the basement, but instead searched around in the bedroom.

With his keen observation skills, Wayne quickly found more than seventy Orens hidden in a secret compartment of the cabinet, along with a letter that looked like a suicide note.

He hesitated for a second before opening the letter and reading it.

A few minutes later, Wayne, with a somewhat complicated expression, put the envelope and Oren back in their original places.

Judging from the content of the letter.

The werewolf's real name was Suntia Mace. After his wife was murdered, his only son was so heartbroken that he sent him to his aunt's house in town to recuperate.

He himself was determined to avenge his wife and began searching for his enemy's trail in the surrounding logging camps.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find any results, which made the man even angrier, more helpless, and ashamed.

The man was well aware of the dangers of the werewolf curse within him and knew that he would one day suffer the consequences, so he left behind these savings and a will.

From the few words in his letter, Wayne could tell that Newtia's son, the boy named Vincent Mace, also had the werewolf curse, and was a rare type who could maintain his rationality.

In the future, Vincent, the werewolf captain of the town guard in Vizima in The Witcher 1, will most likely be this child.

Seeing the characters from the story in real life gave Wayne a sense of witnessing the absurdity of history.

I wonder what Vincent will feel when he learns from others that his father was killed by a witcher.

Wayne pulled open the wooden door to the basement and cautiously walked in. He passed through a damp passageway about seven or eight meters long and arrived at a space that resembled an underground cave.

As soon as you enter, a stench of blood hits you.

Wayne squinted and looked around. Apart from some unknown trash, he saw six strong lumberjacks with their hands tied with ropes, hanging from the top of the cave with their feet about 40 or 50 centimeters off the ground.

Everyone was stripped naked, their skin covered in whip marks, and their faces were contorted with fear and panic.

Two of the loggers had their stomachs cut open, their internal organs and blood spilling onto the ground. Judging from their pale corpses, they had been dead for more than a day.

Upon seeing someone enter, the surviving lumberjacks first let out piercing screams of fear, but when they discovered that the newcomer was a handsome young man, a sense of relief and joy quickly appeared on their faces.

"Help me, please help me!"

"There's a monster. It's tormenting us and keeps asking us strange questions."

"Someone has been killed, please save me, I beg you."

Hearing the cries for help from the group, Wayne glanced around and noticed that the six men's physical characteristics were similar to those described by the werewolf's wife, Paula. Some were bald, some had black beards, and the two who had died were rather thin. This was probably why they had been captured.

Unfortunately, such characteristics are too common. If we were to use such standards to find murderers, probably one in ten lumberjacks would be considered the killer.

Wayne used his sword to cut the ropes binding them, then slowly lowered them back to the ground. Looking at the lumberjacks, their bodies covered in wounds from the ordeal, he said loudly:

"Don't worry, I am the witcher invited by Deacon Ozk. I have already killed the monster, and you will no longer be in danger."

"However, you are injured, so rest here for now. I will go back and inform Deacon Ozk to arrange for a doctor to treat you."

Upon hearing this, an older-looking bald lumberjack immediately nodded, prostrated himself before Wayne, and said gratefully:

"Thank you, Master Witcher, you saved my life."

"By the goddess Melitaia, I cannot imagine how my poor children will survive without me."

Seeing this, the other surviving lumberjacks, despite their own pain, expressed their sincere gratitude to Wayne.

Wayne responded to each of them with a smile, then gave them a few more instructions, took out a clean roll of cloth from his pouch, handed it to them to bandage their wounds, and then turned and walked towards the exit of the basement.

To Wayne's surprise, he had just crawled out of the wooden door to the basement when he immediately heard crying coming from outside.

"Father! Please, don't leave me!"

"You and Mother are both dead, and now I'm all alone in this world."

Hearing the crying coming from a child, Wayne had a sudden realization and immediately guessed who was crying.

He sighed inwardly, hesitated for a few seconds, and then stepped out of the house.

Sure enough, next to the werewolf corpse whose head he had cut off, a boy of about ten years old was lying on the body, crying sadly and begging his father not to leave him.

When he heard the noise and saw Wayne come out of the house, he was stunned for a few seconds. Then, the boy's originally clear eyes were immediately filled with hatred.

He roared angrily at Wayne:

"It must be you, you wicked person, who cut off my father's head."

"My father was a good man, why kill him?"

Without waiting for Wayne's reply, the child quickly stood up and charged at Wayne in a desperate manner.

Faced with a child's angry attack, Wayne certainly wouldn't draw his sword to retaliate.

With a somewhat complicated expression, he stepped aside to avoid the child's lunge and biting, using his palm to hold the child's head back to prevent him from getting close.

Although he knew that explaining to a child would most likely be a waste of time, he still spoke up:

"Your father is a werewolf. He was blinded by rage and killed two innocent lumberjacks in an attempt to avenge your mother."

"These two lumberjacks, like your father, are fathers of other children and husbands of other women; they also have their own families."

"Son, you may not understand now, but in this matter, your father was wrong."

"He also paid the price for his mistakes."

"You also have werewolf blood in you, but that's not your fault. Control your anger and destructive urges, and don't let them cloud your judgment."

"If one day in the future you commit the same evil deeds as your father, I will have no choice but to kill you, just like I did today."

After saying this, I saw that the child was still in that desperate posture, his tender hands gripping his chainmail, even scratching his nails and fingers until they bled.

Wayne sighed inwardly, then made the Axii sign with his free left hand, forcibly implanting an enhanced version of mind control into the child's brain.

This intense emotional shock caused the child's eyes to roll back and he fainted.

Wayne reached out and hugged the child's tender body, looked up at the sky, and after a few seconds of consideration, with mixed feelings, he carried the child and ran towards the location of Revarden's lumberyard.

(Thanks to Beidangyun and Mengxingjiuzui for their generous donations!)

(End of this chapter)