Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 80 Competition

Borch was quite shocked after hearing Wayne's answer.

Most humans in this world are staunch racists. Even if they don't explicitly reject non-human races, very few people would befriend non-human races as Wayne suggests, let alone demi-human races or dragons.

He chuckled, took another large gulp of red wine, looking quite pleased with himself, patted his slightly bulging belly, and said:

"Wayne, my friend, may I call you that?"

Wayne smiled and nodded, not rejecting Borch's advances, and said:

"You are a well-traveled gentleman, Borch, wealthy and generous, and very interesting."

"I like making friends with people like that."

"That's great. I like your personality and philosophy too, Wayne. You're a good person to talk to."

Borch took another sip of red wine, then stuffed a large mouthful of fried chicken into his mouth, and suddenly said with some emotion:

"However, I cannot stay here any longer, my friend. Tomorrow I will leave here for the city of Holober."

"There's something I have to do there."

"Thank you for your hospitality, Wayne. I will definitely treat you well in the future if I have the chance."

Upon hearing this, Wayne immediately guessed the purpose of Borch's trip. He had probably heard somewhere that there was news of a dragon slaying in Holober City, so he wanted to rush there to see what was going on.

In the original story, he encountered Geralt and learned that the White Wolf was a witcher who was unwilling to kill a dragon. So, he used his human identity to involve Geralt in the dragon-slaying incident, causing him to confuse the various forces and successfully save the injured dragon.

Now, because of his influence, Borch probably won't be able to meet Geralt, so he has to think of other ways to save the dragon.

Wayne considered for a few seconds, then feigned regret and said:

"Are you leaving tomorrow, Borch?"

"That's a real shame. I was planning to host an open-air dinner at my home tomorrow, both to celebrate moving into my new house and to bid farewell to one of my fellow Witcher."

"If you, Viya, and Tia also participate, it will definitely be a very enjoyable experience."

As he spoke, he glanced at Borch's expression, pretended to ponder for several seconds, and then asked:

"What if you're in some kind of trouble?"

"You know, as a witcher, I should be able to help you if it's a friend's request."

"And a knight as wealthy as you, if you are willing to pay a sufficient fee, will receive the help of two witchers."

Borch's eyes lit up upon hearing this, but he seemed to still have reservations. After considering for a few seconds, he shook his head and said:

"This matter is a bit complicated, my friend."

"I need to think about it some more."

Wayne didn't force him. In any case, regardless of whether Borch entrusted him with the task, he was determined to go to Holober City. Not only was he going, but he was also going to take Geralt with him.

According to the original storyline, Geralt's dream girl, Yennefer, will also participate in the dragon-slaying event and reunite with Geralt, continuing their relationship after being separated due to the Genie lamp incident.

If his interference causes his good friend to miss out on this destined love, then he would truly feel sorry for him.

Thinking of this, he smiled and patted Borch on the shoulder, saying:

"Think it over carefully, Borch."

"However, you don't need to go to the city to find a hotel. Just stay at my house tonight."

"There are still plenty of guest rooms on the first floor for you to rest. What we need now is to have a good drink."

Borch was quite magnanimous and did not refuse Wayne's offer. Perhaps it was because Wayne's cooking skills were so good that even the well-traveled Golden Dragon was somewhat reluctant to part with him.

The four of them ate, drank, and chatted about their various experiences for a full two hours before ending their lunch.

By the afternoon, Borch was already slightly tipsy and fell asleep in his guest room.

Meanwhile, after helping Borch wash up, Via and Tia, rather bored, practiced Zerekhan's swordsmanship using dummies in the makeshift training ground built by Wayne.

The four Zerek military knives in their hands were like a thunderous storm, fast and ruthless, each strike aimed at the enemy's vitals. In their swings, only the afterimages of the blades could be seen, and even bystanders would feel their hearts tremble.

Combined with the girls' nimble steps, it can definitely be called a battlefield killing technique, with astonishing power.

Wayne stood by and watched for a while, and also felt that it was quite troublesome. If he did not use the sign, he would not be able to escape unscathed from the two girls' attack. He would have to pay a certain price to win.

Although Tia and Via look to be only around twenty years old, the female warriors of Zerekan are different from ordinary soldiers. They have been rigorously selected since childhood and have undergone strict military training under the guidance of professional instructors, day in and day out for ten years without stopping.

Therefore, every adult female warrior of Zerekan is basically an elite fighter who has undergone more than ten years of training and enjoys a very high status even in the Kingdom of Zerekan.

These two girls, who were chosen to be guards of the Golden Dragon Borchi, can be considered geniuses among the female warriors of Zerika. They were selected through a series of rigorous processes to qualify.

Perhaps both Zerekan girls were equally interested in the Witcher's swordsmanship. Upon seeing Wayne standing to the side, the shorter Via, more daring, grinned at Wayne and said in somewhat broken Common:

"Mr. Wayne, there's no point in practicing swordsmanship with a dummy."

"We're very interested in the Witcher's swordsmanship. Would you like to have a match with us?"

Upon hearing this, Wayne glanced at Viya, then at Tia beside her. Both Zerikan girls were looking at him with bright, expectant eyes, making it difficult for him to refuse.

So, he smiled somewhat helplessly, nodded, and without saying a word, took an unsharpened steel sword from the weapon rack beside him, assumed the Wolf School's offensive stance, and said:

"A spar is no problem, but Viya, my swordsmanship is very fast, not the flashy kind for show. You'll have to concentrate."

Viya nodded, picked up the Zerekan military knife, and assumed her most proficient offensive stance, exuding a sharp killing intent from her petite body.

As a seasoned warrior, she would give her all against any enemy, let alone a legendary witcher.

Seeing that Viya was ready, Wayne didn't waste any more words. He held his steel sword level, stepped forward, and thrust the blade out, using the most common, and also the most difficult to defend, rapid thrust at the girl.

The mere instant Wayne drew his sword, the swift, cold light of the blade, shocked the Zerikan girl opposite him.

She brandished her military knife, creating a dense curtain of blades in front of her, but she could only barely parry a few of the fastest straight thrusts before Wayne's continuous high-speed attacks threw her into disarray, revealing an opening.

Wayne closed in, slamming his shoulder into Viya's chest, causing her to lose her balance. He then grabbed the girl's wrist, pulling her close to his chest, and instantly placed his steel sword across Viya's neck, rendering her unable to fight.

The entire battle lasted only twenty seconds, but the overwhelming victory made Viya, a girl who had been called a genius warrior since childhood, feel genuine admiration.

She tiptoed and kissed Wayne on the cheek, saying with a grin:

"As expected of a master swordsman, if this were a battlefield, I would already be dead by your sword."

Feeling the girl's warm lips, Wayne forced himself not to show his smugness.

He smiled and gently comforted the girl, a few flattering and ingratiating words of solace successfully making the female warrior, who was somewhat dejected because of her defeat, smile from ear to ear.

In fact, if Wayne had been before he drank the holy water, he wouldn't have acted so nonchalantly when facing Viya's challenge, even if he had succeeded.

However, after drinking the holy water, Wayne not only gained a five-point boost to all his attributes, but also had various hidden injuries repaired throughout his body, and his five senses were enhanced, making him much stronger than before.

In a one-on-one fight, relying solely on swordsmanship, it would be virtually impossible for an ordinary person to defeat him.

Only those with exceptional talent, or extraordinary warriors who are also witchers, have the ability to rival him in swordsmanship.

After watching the competition, Tia, who was standing nearby, also felt a little itchy. Under Viya's constant encouragement, she also had a martial arts competition with Wayne. Of course, the result was similar, and she lost the competition very easily.

This left the two Zerekan girls quite frustrated, and they lost interest in the training that followed.

Seeing this, Wayne immediately had an idea. He pulled out several decks of Gwent from his pocket and said with a smile to the two girls:

"Don't be discouraged, Tia, Via. Strictly speaking, we demon hunters can no longer be considered normal humans. Our main enemies are those powerful monsters, so it's perfectly normal for us to lose to them."

"Since you all still have some time this afternoon, how about I teach you a fun game? I'm sure you'll love it."

(End of this chapter)