Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 79 The Flying Lion School

An hour later, in the Wayne family's dining room.

Wayne brought out a steaming bowl of beef soup from the kitchen. Looking at the three men, who were already restless from the enticing aroma, Wayne gave a slightly smug smile and said:

"Please don't be shy, everyone. Come and try my cooking."

Borch laughed and handed Wayne a bottle of wine worth three hundred orens. Then he picked up another bottle, poured himself a glass, reached for a fried, golden-brown, crispy chicken wing coated in flour, and eagerly stuffed it into his mouth.

After crunching a few bites, he couldn't help but exhale a puff of hot air, give Wayne a thumbs-up, and praise him:

"This is absolutely delicious, Mr. Wayne. I've never had chicken prepared this way before."

"Crispy, tender, and melts in your mouth—is this a new dish you invented?"

"Yes, this dish is called fried chicken, and it's my own invention."

Wayne didn't offer much explanation. Instead, he forked a medium-rare steak, put it in his mouth, chewed slowly, and said with a smile:

"To my shame, as a witcher, I have an extraordinary talent for cooking. Everyone who has tasted my dishes has praised my skills."

"Maybe when I get old and can no longer fight monsters, I can open my own restaurant and definitely become the most successful one."

Borch laughed heartily, quite appreciating Wayne's humorous attitude.

He picked up a roasted lamb leg from the table and began to recount the various interesting things he had encountered in other northern countries while eating it with relish.

Most of them are just a bunch of good-for-nothing nobles or ignorant farmers who do absurd and funny things because of all sorts of stupid ideas.

Borch was quite eloquent, and Wayne listened with great interest. At the same time, he couldn't help but marvel at how many bizarre and interesting things this world had to offer, and how they could do all sorts of stupid things. There was nothing they wouldn't do.

He turned his head and saw two beautiful Zerikan girls sitting on either side with regretful expressions, taking only a small bite of each dish on the table, looking like they wanted to eat but dared not. He couldn't help but smile.

Wayne guessed that they were probably worried about eating too much and losing their figure, so he smiled and handed them two plates of fresh fish and shrimp that had been caught from Lake Vijima, made into a cold river dish.

They told the girls that this food wouldn't make them fat, and that they could eat it without worry.

The two Zerekan girls smiled as they accepted the food and began to eat it in small bites. The sweet and sour, fresh and delicious taste made the two girls eat with great relish and they couldn't stop.

Looking at the beautiful Zerekan girl, Wayne suddenly remembered that the golden dragon Borchi came from the Kingdom of Zerekan and was worshipped as a god by the local people, receiving their offerings and faith.

These two girls were chosen as the exclusive guards, responsible for protecting the golden dragon's safety; they could almost be considered Bolch's fanatics.

In the Koraz Desert, where Zerekan is located, there exists a branch of the Witcher, the Manticore School, which is little known to many Witchers in the North.

Wayne was also very interested in this group of witchers, so he asked Borch:

"Mr. Borch, you once lived in Zerekan. Do you know anything about the Manticore School of Witchers there?"

Upon hearing this, Borch paused, considered for about ten seconds, then picked up the wine beside him, moistened his throat, and said:

"Indeed, I have also heard rumors about this school of thought. They once served the royal family of Zerekan, as the exclusive guards of the royal family members and their envoys, and were highly respected and trusted by the rulers."

"However, during an escort mission a hundred years ago, when they were all mobilized, they encountered an attack from a powerful fire elemental, a monster that was twenty meters tall."

"Ultimately, their main members were all killed or wounded, their mission failed, and they lost the trust of the royal family."

"Now, the entire Manticore school of witchers has fallen into decline. I have searched for them, but I have not found any trace of them."

"I heard that these demon hunters now mainly serve as guards for passing caravans and rarely hunt other monsters anymore."

Wayne nodded with some regret. In fact, the game had already introduced this Witcher group to some extent. In Toussaint, there were even blueprints for the Grandmaster set of the Manticore School, which came from a member of a school called Morden.

Their school of thought seems to be very skilled in using alchemical items and has a special understanding of alchemy. However, since there are still members alive, there may be an opportunity to meet them in the future.

After answering Wayne's question about the Manticore school, Borch became interested and suddenly asked with great interest:

"I've heard that the witchers of the North make a living by taking on commissions to kill monsters and save other villagers."

"Mr. Wayne, I wonder if you would also travel thousands of miles to the other side of the world to kill a monster for a high reward?"

Upon hearing this, Wayne shook his head with amusement and said to Borch:

"Mr. Borch, you think of the Witcher profession as too special."

"Although we possess greater strength than ordinary people, in the end, we are just a group of ordinary people. There are good people and bad people, some who adhere to principles and others who will stop at nothing."

"Furthermore, you may not know that most Witchers do not become Witchers voluntarily."

"Most of us are orphans without anyone to care for us, or children abandoned by their parents due to accidents."

"I was forced to undergo training and become a witcher simply because I wanted to continue living."

"Becoming a Witcher means not only facing dangerous and disgusting monsters every day, but also suffering from the humiliation of foolish farmers and despicable nobles. It's not a pleasant thing."

"Without high pay, we wouldn't even have money to repair our armor and equipment, to buy food and fodder for our mounts, or to go to brothels to release the loneliness and stress that have accumulated deep inside us."

"Just like ordinary people chase wealth, most demon hunters, in order to live a better life, would be willing to travel thousands of miles to the other side of the world to kill a monster for a large reward!"

"As long as the pay is high enough."

At this point, Wayne shrugged, gestured for Borch to look around at the lavishly decorated villa, and then said with a self-deprecating laugh:

"Of course, I'm talking about most Witchers. But I'm a little different from ordinary Witchers. I'm not short of money right now, and I won't do things I don't like just for a little bit of money."

"However, if the reward is truly enough to move me, or if the other party is someone worth helping, I wouldn't mind helping them with a small favor."

Borch was somewhat surprised to hear this, not expecting the other party to be so frank in front of him, expressing his thoughts without any hesitation.

Instead of hiding their actions like ordinary people, or using sophistry to beautify their behavior.

Borch thought for a moment, then suddenly asked:

"What if someone offered you a high price to deal with a dragon that destroyed a village? Oh no! You can't say that."

He paused, then reorganized his thoughts and said:

"This dragon hasn't done anything yet, but you know, in legends, dragons are fierce and vicious monsters. They breathe fire, destroy villages, steal treasures, kidnap virgins, and kill humans."

"And being a dragon slayer is often a supreme honor, bringing you wealth, prestige, and status."

"Mr. Wayne, if such a dragon existed, wouldn't you want to add the glory of a dragon slayer to your life?"

Hearing Borch say these words, Wayne, who already understood his true identity, chuckled inwardly. It was quite amusing that a golden dragon was trying to persuade a witcher to slay a dragon.

However, Wayne considered it seriously for a moment, and then, under Borch's watchful gaze, replied:

"Mr. Borch, I am not a narrow-minded racist, nor am I human. I am a half-elf. As for intelligent beings, I will only kill those evil monsters that threaten others."

"And I would even be willing to befriend those kind, intelligent beings who do not harm others."

"If what you're talking about is a wicked dragon that wreaks havoc on the region, I wouldn't mind adding the title of dragon slayer to my resume."

"If you are referring to a benevolent dragon, an intelligent race willing to communicate with me, I will not harm it on my own initiative, and I am even willing to accept its request to protect it."

(End of this chapter)