Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 84 Yennefer

The woman riding the black horse had long, raven-black hair, violet eyes, a star-shaped obsidian amulet around her neck, and a beauty mark below her mouth. She looked both charming and mature, exuding an air of sophistication.

She possessed a unique charm, attracting the attention of everyone present the moment she appeared.

Wayne knew who she was; she was Yennefer of Wengeburg, the sorceress whose fate was intertwined with Geralt's.

He looked at her with admiration for a few seconds, then turned to Geralt and, sure enough, found the famous White Wolf staring intently at the woman, his usually calm eyes now showing a strange emotion.

He chuckled inwardly. The purpose of bringing Geralt along this time was nothing more than to have him hold off Yennefer. Of all the dragon-slaying teams, Yennefer was the most difficult to deal with. The sorceress was extremely stubborn these days, and she was a ruthless woman who would stop at nothing to achieve her goals.

The sorceress rode her horse to the bridge expressionlessly, glanced at everyone present, and lingered on Geralt for a few more seconds, seemingly flustered.

However, she didn't say anything. After the crowd made way for her, she rode her black horse to the soldiers.

The simple-minded guard glanced greedily at Yennefer, swallowing hard. However, this soldier knew the woman before him was someone he couldn't afford to offend, so he spoke in a somewhat stiff tone:

"No matter who you are, you cannot cross the bridge without a pass."

The sorceress ignored him verbally, reached into her coat pocket, took out a paper pass, and handed it to the soldier.

The soldier reached out and took it, then compared it with an original copy before nodding, whispering a few words to another soldier, and then clearing the way to the bridge.

Yennefer mounted her horse, glanced back at Geralt in the crowd, and was about to ride across the bridge when a voice called out to her.

"Ms. Yennefer, please wait a moment."

Recognizing that it wasn't Geralt's voice, the sorceress turned around with a somewhat indifferent look, only to see a tall, handsome young man walking towards her with a smile.

Yennefer initially didn't want to pay attention, but she quickly noticed the boy's amber cat-like eyes and pointed ears, and a thought struck her. She asked in a somewhat deep female voice:

"What is it, sir, witcher?"

Wayne moved closer to the sorceress, showing no embarrassment under Yennefer's scrutinizing gaze, and whispered:

"Ms. Yennefer, are you here to hunt dragons too?"

Yennefer hummed in response, noticing Geralt, who had just been in the crowd, now seemed to be moving closer. She asked somewhat impatiently:

"Say what it is quickly, don't beat around the bush like a little girl, I'm in a hurry."

Wayne followed her gaze and saw Geralt, who seemed hesitant to approach but afraid of being rejected by Yennefer. He chuckled and said:

"You are a noble sorceress, going deep into the mountains to hunt a dragon. How can you do without a highly skilled guard?"

"Give me a hundred linta, and I'll lend you my famous companion, Geralt of Rivia, as your bodyguard, how about that?"

Yennefer looked at Wayne with some surprise, wondering why this unfamiliar young witcher would make such a suggestion.

However, remembering her purpose, she glanced at Geralt, who stood a few meters away with a somewhat embarrassed expression, snorted, took a small purse from her belt, tossed it at Wayne, and said in a somewhat domineering tone:

"This is the Two Hundred Lin Tower."

"Let him come over, but if he wants to be my bodyguard, he'd better obey my orders obediently. He can't just leave me aside and disappear without a trace."

Wayne knew that Yennefer was furious that Geralt had abandoned her and run away without saying a word after waking up one morning.

This is also one of the main reasons why they fought a cold war for several years.

"No problem. We Witchers always keep our promises. This time, he will definitely stay by your side and won't run away again."

He smiled, picked up the purse, put it in his pocket, nodded to the sorceress, and walked a few steps to Geralt's side. Under the White Wolf's somewhat ambiguous, even inexplicable, gaze, he whispered:

"Brother, you can handle this sorceress. You don't need to worry about anyone else. Just stop her from slaying the dragon."

Geralt was a little confused. From the moment he saw Yennefer, his mind had been completely focused on the sorceress. But he didn't expect Wayne to suddenly appear and make a deal with Yennefer, selling himself to the sorceress as her bodyguard.

Although his purpose this time was to protect Yennefer from harm during the dragon-slaying operation, this sudden change was something he couldn't quite adjust to.

Geralt paused for a few seconds before speaking somewhat stiffly:

"You should have discussed it with me beforehand."

"There wasn't enough time to explain."

Wayne gave a somewhat perfunctory reply, then patted Geralt on the shoulder and said with a word of advice:

"Remember, my brother, keep an eye on your sorceress. Don't let her get involved until we've dealt with the others."

Without giving Geralt a chance to object, he handed over his mount, Radish, and the supplies for the horse to Geralt.

Then, she pushed the somewhat stiff Witcher next to Yennefer, who was already getting impatient, and turned to leave.

It has to be said that Yennefer is Geralt's nemesis to some extent. After Wayne pushed him to the sorceress's side, Yennefer said a few words to him, and Geralt immediately became obedient and followed behind the sorceress, clearly having her completely under his control.

Watching them leave, Wayne walked back to Borch's side and said to the three who were already waiting there:

"Let's leave here first. Without a pass, we have no choice but to force our way through."

Borch watched Geralt and Yennefer's retreating figures with some curiosity, wondering about the relationship between the two.

However, everyone was here on business, so there wasn't much time for him to gossip. He nodded and, together with Tia and Viya, followed Wayne and rode away.

The four of them rode for about ten minutes.

Once there were no other outsiders around, Wayne suddenly spoke to Borch and asked:

"My friend, we have now arrived in Holober, and you no longer need to hide it from me."

"Can you tell me your true identity now?"

Borch was somewhat surprised, blinked, and asked:

"What are you talking about? My friend, my real identity and all that...?"

Wayne looked at Borch, and then noticed that Via and Tia were both looking at him with strange expressions. Unconcerned, he extended his right hand, showing the three of them the gold ring on his little finger, and said:

"Borchi, or rather, Lord Golden Dragon, you would never guess that I am the favored one of the Goddess of the Lake."

"Before setting off, the goddess told me that among those traveling with me was a golden dragon, one of the rarest in the world."

"I knew it was you. That's probably why you wanted to save that green dragon. Am I right, Borch?"

Borch first opened his mouth in surprise, then stared at the seemingly simple yet mysterious ring on Wayne's finger. After a couple of seconds, he burst into laughter and said:

"I never imagined, Wayne, my friend, that you were such a special person."

"Since you know perfectly well that I am a dragon, why did you accept my request and get involved in this mess?"

Wayne shrugged, his smile unchanged, and said:

"Didn't I say that when we were drinking together?"

"We are friends. I don't care about race or anything like that. As long as they are not the kind of bastards who cause trouble in the area and deserve to go to hell, as long as they are to my liking, we can be friends."

Borch laughed a few more times and said:

"Very well, you are truly an amazing person. Is this also the reason why the goddess of the lake favors you?"

Wayne just smiled and didn't answer the question. Of course, the identity of the Golden Dragon Borch was not told to him by the goddess of the lake. It was just a lie he told. In any case, apart from him, basically no one else could go to the goddess to verify this statement.

"Actually, I never expected that I would become friends with a dragon, especially a rare golden dragon. Golden dragons, like phoenixes, are just legends and do not exist in reality."

Borch stroked his beard, chuckled, and said:

"This world is so big, and you haven't even seen it with your own eyes, how can you be so sure that golden dragons and phoenixes don't exist?"

"Anyway, I was born a golden dragon. Since my existence is a fact, what reason is there to deny it?"

Wayne waved his hand, his expression turning serious, and said:

"We can discuss the topic of dragons in more detail later, but I didn't reveal your identity to embarrass you or out of malice."

"What I'm trying to say is, since you are a dragon, a golden dragon that can fly in the sky, why should we care about that troublesome pass?"

"We don't need to beat around the bush or use any tricks. We'll find a secluded place later, and you can transform into a dragon and bring me, Diya, and Viya to the green dragon's side."

"We can make preparations beforehand in the green dragon's lair."

"And as you've probably heard, your green dragon is injured. I happen to have some magical healing potions on me, which might be able to help that poor green dragon and spare her from further suffering."

(End of this chapter)