Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 76 Farewell

Back on shore, looking at the empty wooden boat, Wayne suddenly realized that he had forgotten something: without the Fisherman King steering the boat for him, he wouldn't even have been able to leave Black Tern Island.

Just as he was at his wit's end and considering whether to return to the forest and ask the Fisherman King for help, the old man walked out of the forest with steady steps.

The old man first gave Wayne a few meaningful glances, as if he were something rare, before silently steering the small boat away from the island in the middle of the lake with Wayne.

When Wayne returned to Swamp Village by boat from Black Tern Island and then rode back to Vizima City from Swamp Village, the sun was just rising and the city gates were opening, so he wouldn't be waiting outside the city like a fool.

Back home, Wayne couldn't wait to boil water and prepare to take a hot bath. After each battle, although the bloodstains on the outside of his armor were relatively easy to clean, the bloodstains that seeped into the armor always made him feel uncomfortable.

Not only was it wet, as if countless tentacles were crawling all over it, but it also had a nauseating odor that always lingered in his keen sense of smell.

But there was nothing he could do. This was his profession of killing, and no matter how uncomfortable he felt, it was still better than Geralt going into the sewers to deal with those dung-covered water ghosts.

With the end of the Lake Goddess incident, Wayne's life gradually returned to normal. Apart from completing some odd jobs he took on and helping Revaden and other lumberjacks clear out the monsters that attacked them.

What he did most on weekdays was to go to Master O. Henry's blacksmith shop to learn various forging techniques, to purchase various household items for his home, and to build other necessary daily facilities.

After nearly a month and a half, Wayne successfully learned the forging technique and upgraded it to level two by burning money without regard to cost and wasting a lot of materials.

Forging Skill LV2: Forging success rate +2, quality improvement +2.

Lala, the little earth spirit who was learning magic from the goddess of the lake, returned home a week later.

Then, together with her parents and brother, she came from the well to Wayne's house to deliver the payment for the previous commission and to express her sincere gratitude.

Lala's father, Cruz, not only gave Wayne a small bag of various precious gems that had been carefully polished as a reward, but also a special magical item.

"Mr. Wayne, this is a magical wine jug that I found while exploring some ancient ruins. It's a gift I carefully selected for you."

Cruz handed Wayne a flat, seemingly silver-plated flask engraved with various magical runes, and said sincerely:

"You are a witcher who often carries out commissions in the wild, so you will definitely love this gift."

"This magic flask can hold four different drinks, and because of the special magic, each drink can hold about the amount of a whole barrel."

"Moreover, once the drinks are inside this flask, they will no longer be affected by the outside temperature. In other words, if you put in hot water, even after a year, it will still be hot water when you pour it out."

At this point, Cruz stroked his beard with a hint of reluctance and said with a sigh:

"I wonder which magic master created this magical item."

"It contains not only spatial magic, but also time magic, and the magical inscriptions on it are not in any of our current fonts."

"I've studied it for a long time and consulted many ancient books, but I still have no clue. Sometimes I even doubt that it's something from this world."

At this point, he nodded gratefully to Wayne again and said:

"However, you are my son's savior and the favored one of the goddess of the lake, so I am willing to give you this treasure."

Wayne picked up the flask and examined it carefully. Then he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. He was certain that this magical flask was not a product of the wizarding world. It must have been a magical artifact that had traveled from another world due to a celestial conjunction.

Because the style of this wine jug is a classic design that was very popular around the world in the 19th century.

The magical runes carved on the wine jug resembled the legendary runes.

However, based on these two points alone, Wayne could not be certain which magical world the flask came from.

After testing it, Wayne found that it was indeed a very practical magical tool, although the size of the bottle opening prevented him from putting anything too large into the flask.

However, liquids such as hot water, fine wine, cold drinks, or medicine, once they enter this flask, seem to stop time, and no further changes will occur until they are poured out.

It's practically the perfect tool for home and travel.

Furthermore, Wayne discovered that, thanks to the Lake Goddess's healing, Lala's brother Fizz had indeed shaken off the influence of the evil god. He was a little earth spirit with a somewhat irritable temper but an extremely resilient character.

Whether it was a blessing in disguise or not, after being roughly modified by the evil god, the little earth spirit Fizz not only became much stronger than his kind in terms of physical strength, but also grew gill-like tissues on his cheeks, giving him amphibious abilities. The octopus tentacles on his chin also stopped growing and instead looked like a peculiar decoration, which looked quite interesting.

Perhaps in the future, when Fitz grows up, even without relying on magical abilities, this little guy will be able to defeat other enemies with his physical strength and martial arts skills.

Wayne also learned from Cruz that the other survivors rescued from the merfolk's lair, after being sent to the swamp village, did not survive.

After holding on for several days, he finally passed away surrounded by his family.

Perhaps, compared to becoming a servant or henchman of an evil god, dying by the side of one's loved ones is a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

After living in Vizima for nearly two months, Wayne gradually adapted to this medieval lifestyle.

Because of his distinctive appearance, apart from his striking amber cat-like eyes, he looks like a handsome and strong elf boy. In addition, he doesn't have to worry about the pressures of life, so his identity as a witcher doesn't really have a big impact on him.

After all, Wayne lived a rather low-key life in Vizima. He always mingled with a few acquaintances, and each commission was basically introduced by an acquaintance. The commissioners would show considerable respect for his identity as a witcher.

Gradually, Geralt also let go of his worries about Wayne, no longer concerned that the young apprentice might encounter any danger in the city.

One evening, Geralt of Rivia formally bid farewell to Wayne.

"Wayne, I've had enough of Vizima."

"We've basically cleared up all the responsibilities here, and you're living a fairly stable life now."

"In a few days, I'll be leaving here and heading to a country further west to see if there are any other jobs available."

Wayne, who was having dinner with Geralt, raised an eyebrow, not too surprised. The two had already agreed on this matter, but Geralt only brought it up today.

He considered it for a few seconds, then nodded and suggested:

"Since you've made up your mind, I won't stop you."

"However, Geralt, we haven't had any celebrations yet, even though we've been living in our new home for almost a month."

"The day after tomorrow, I'm planning to host a dinner party at home and invite some of our friends to join us. It will also serve as a farewell dinner for you, so I hope you won't refuse."

Geralt nodded upon hearing this, and responded in a hoarse voice:

"Alright, let's leave it at that. I've saved up some money, so I need to prepare my travel supplies before I leave."

(End of this chapter)