Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 86 The Birth of Saskia

Upon hearing Borch's voice, Wayne was momentarily stunned, but quickly realized that the so-called Milgatabrek must refer to the green dragon in front of him, and the so-called child was the dragon egg that the green dragon was currently holding in its arms.

However, considering that Borch and this green dragon had only known each other for less than five minutes before Borch quickly became a "second-hand man" and a "father," it can only be said that the dragon race's concept of reproduction may be very different from that of humans.

Regardless of what he was really thinking, Wayne outwardly feigned surprise and congratulated him:

"Congratulations, my friend. After this incident is over, you will be able to have a happy family."

The golden dragon proudly raised its slender neck, and its voice appeared in Wayne's mind.

"She thought I was the most powerful and charismatic male dragon she had ever seen."

"Once this crisis is over, she will be willing to bear new blood for me."

With so few dragons around, this green dragon probably hasn't seen many male dragons, Wayne thought to himself, but he still kept congratulating Borch.

After a few minutes, Borch recovered from his initial excitement and suddenly asked Wayne with a touch of sadness:

"Wayne, my friend, Milgatabrek is too badly injured right now, and I don't have any antidote or healing magic."

"Before we came here, you said you had a way to cure her. Is that true?"

Wayne nodded, and then, under Borch's gaze, took out his magic-printed storage bag, which he kept close to his body, and took out a bottle of intermediate healing potion from Azeroth. After looking at the size of the green dragon, he took out another bottle.

He held it in his hand and showed it to Borch.

Upon seeing this, Borch's tall, golden body swayed for a moment before quickly transforming back into the somewhat short and stout middle-aged man. He first uttered a sigh.

"Wow, a magical pocket! What kind of strange magical item is this?"

Then, he picked up the two bottles of healing potions from Wayne's hand, smelled them, and asked:

"What kind of potion is this? Is it a potion used exclusively by you witchers?"

Wayne shook his head; he didn't even need to think before he started lying:

"Our witcher potions are potent poisons to other creatures. This is a healing potion I obtained from a druid elder. It can heal physical wounds extremely quickly. There are only three bottles in total. It's a treasure I keep for life-saving emergencies."

"But we're friends, and your wife is my friend too. You should have her drink these two bottles of medicine quickly. Although it may not completely cure her, it will definitely relieve her pain."

The simple-minded Golden Dragon Borch was immediately moved by Wayne's generous and righteous attitude. He picked up the two vials of potion, reached out and hugged Wayne, saying:

"Thank you, my friend. On behalf of my wife and unborn child, I thank you. Don't worry, as a friend, I certainly won't let you suffer any loss. Once Milgatabrek recovers, I will definitely repay your generosity."

The intermediate healing potion from Azeroth is very effective. It is a general-purpose healing potion that can replenish the life force consumed by living beings.

After the green dragon took the potion, the pain in its body immediately subsided. Its stomach rumbled and gurgled, and it spewed out several plumes of foul-smelling smoke from behind, quickly expelling most of the toxins from its body. Its body showed obvious signs of recovery, which made Borchi very happy, but also very surprised.

Although there are medicines in this world that can heal injuries, none have ever healed so quickly or been so effective.

At the same time, he realized the preciousness of this potion and became even more grateful to Wayne.

He praised Wayne's potion loudly and reiterated his promise that he would be richly rewarded afterward.

He happily approached the green dragon, seemingly eager to get closer to his wife, completely unconcerned about the stench she had just expelled.

Just then, perhaps due to the recovery of its mother's injuries, the dragon egg held in the green dragon's arms made a cracking sound.

Under the watchful eyes of Wayne and the two dragons, several cracks appeared on the top of the dragon egg. Then, quickly, a small creature covered in slime, grayish-brown in color, resembling a puppy, broke through the eggshell and poked its head out from the hole.

It opened its toothless mouth, took a breath of air from outside the dragon egg, and then made a croaking sound like a frog, spitting out a mouthful of thick saliva at the nearest Borchi.

Seeing the baby dragon born, Borch was even more excited than its mother. She danced around a few times, then stuck out her tongue and licked the baby dragon a few times before joyfully saying to Wayne:

"Haha, congratulations, my friend! My baby has been born, I'm a father now!"

Looking at the little dragon cub, which was covered in gray dust, Wayne naturally didn't say anything since Borch himself didn't seem to care about becoming a father unexpectedly.

He cautiously approached, carefully observing the little female dragon who would likely be named Saqia Sassa in the future, and then sincerely congratulated and blessed the Borch couple.

Who could have imagined that in less than twenty years, this little dragon would grow into an adult and, by chance, rule Aden, a nation composed of multiple races?

………………

Meanwhile, at the campsite set up at the foot of the mountain.

Accompanied by Yennefer, Geralt successfully infiltrated the dragon-hunting squad organized by King Niedamir.

Within the group, he also spotted his rivals for this mission: Knight Eck of Denesler, Alpan Ziglin of the dwarf squad, and the Klinfeld raider trio.

Aside from the knight Ekki, who was kneeling on the stone praying to the sky, the dwarf Alpin and the raider brothers from Klimfe clearly did not welcome the arrival of the sorceress Yennefer. From the moment they met, they mocked her in a voice that everyone could hear, and this dislike was quickly transmitted to Geralt.

The haughty sorceress didn't even glance at the rude dwarves and raiders before arriving at the young king's tent, led by a stout steward named Gilensteen.

Geralt, the strangely-looking witcher, was naturally kept outside the tent, much to Yennefer's displeasure.

After some negotiation, the sorceress whispered to Geralt:

"This king is an arrogant young man, not difficult to deal with, but you are the real opponent, witcher, those rude dwarves and shameless raiders outside."

"Go ahead and talk to them. Find out their weaknesses. Tell me what you've found out when I get out."

Geralt glanced at Yennefer with a hint of helplessness upon hearing this. His dream girl was still as domineering and controlling as ever. Everyone around her had to do as she commanded, or else they would be met with a cold shoulder or a scolding.

However, White Wolf knew in her heart that this unpretentious attitude was a kind of closeness she showed to her own people.

When facing outsiders such as royalty, nobles, or wealthy ladies, Yennefer transforms into a gentle, considerate, and sweet-talking confidante.

He shrugged, not daring to disobey Yennefer's orders. The time he left without saying goodbye a few years ago had hurt Yennefer deeply, and she was still extremely angry. She was only holding back her anger in order to achieve her own goals.

If he dared to talk back, the sorceress might just take action right there and turn him into a rat running around, or even throw him into a latrine.

Geralt, clutching his steel sword, nodded to Yennefer. Only after the sorceress entered the king's tent did Geralt reluctantly set off towards the dwarves and raiders.

Before he could even get close, the youngest of the raiders spat a thick wad of phlegm on the ground, muttered a few curses, and then said to his other companion:

"Damn it, my luck is terrible. Yesterday it was a stupid shoemaker who thought he had poisoned the green dragon, and today it's a witcher with a full head of white hair."

"This is utter garbage! A witcher and a sorceress—is there anything more disgusting than this?"

The leader of the raiders, Bhott, slapped his underling on the head and said:

"You have such a damn mouth, you offend people every day. Witchers are not to be trifled with. They have two swords, and now they have that despicable sorceress backing them up. If you keep spouting nonsense, we might have to draw our swords and have a fight before we even see the green dragon."

The dwarf Yarpan laughed heartily, then said to his fellow dwarfs:

"That damn king is such a stingy bastard. He hides in his tent eating venison and beef, but he gives us rat meat to eat."

"Damn it, they won't even let us drink to our hearts' content, yet they want us to work for them. Humans are as stupid and greedy as ever, especially these nobles who are the result of inbreeding."

"I've hardly ever met anyone who's even remotely smart."

(End of this chapter)