This was the first time that Wayne had to camp in the wild like ordinary demon hunters. The cold weather and the terrible and dirty environment made it quite difficult for this young master who had always lived in a civilized society.

Fortunately, thanks to the secret safe haven that Geralt and his companions had built in the mountains over the years, and the fact that the number of monsters in the primeval forest had decreased a lot in winter, they were able to walk safely through the Blue Mountains along the explored route.

But when he and Geralt were preparing to look for demon hunting missions in the villages along the way in the Kingdom of Kaedwen, they were hit hard by the cruel reality.

"Get out of our village, you disgusting mutants."

"How dare you, a bunch of bastards born of sorceresses, bitches and monsters, come and defile our land? Get out."

"Hide the children quickly, the demon hunter bastards are coming, these monsters will come and steal our children."

After trekking in the wilderness for a whole day, Wayne found a dilapidated village. He was about to find a villager to find out the situation.

He was immediately insulted and driven away by many villagers.

The words were so vicious that it was as if the two men had killed their entire family.

Moreover, it was not just curses. Just a few minutes after the two men entered the village, a middle-aged bearded man wearing a leather coat and holding an iron sword, accompanied by five young men holding pitchforks and hoes, surrounded them.

Looking at them holding weapons and with ferocious expressions as if they were ready to kill someone, Wayne's hand unconsciously grasped the steel sword on his back and pulled it out halfway.

Geralt on the side was very calm. He patted Wayne on the shoulder, signaling him not to be nervous. He walked directly to the bearded man in the leather coat and said in a deep voice: "Hey, friend, you'd better tell those farmers under you to stop."

"We are demon hunters. We are here to look for commissions, not to fight."

"And if a fight comes to a head, a couple of pitchforks won't be enough to stop me."

Although the bearded man looked rough and barbaric, he had been out there for a few years when he was young, and he had heard about the strength of these mutant freaks in front of him.

He knew very well that even if he sent a dozen soldiers, let alone these villagers with pitchforks, they might not be a match for a witcher.

What's more, there are two people on the opposite side.

After hearing Geralt's warning, he waved his hand to signal the young men holding pitchforks and hoes not to be impulsive, and squinted his eyes to look carefully at the two witchers in front of him.

When he saw the two men's amber cat eyes, Geralt's long white hair, and Wayne's long elf ears, a look of disgust unconsciously appeared in his eyes.

"Get out of the village, demon hunter. There is no commission you are looking for here."

Geralt didn't force it when he heard it. He shrugged his shoulders, turned around, and whispered to Wayne:

"Don't be surprised, Wayne."

"The Kingdom of Kaedwen is almost the most hostile to non-human races among all the northern kingdoms."

"Most people in this country are rude and barbaric, and have no respect for etiquette. Their king, Henselt, is even more so. You can imagine him as a wild boar, a robber, and a violent drunkard, rather than a king."

"This king has not done anything great, but the whole north knows that his favorite thing to do is to persecute non-human races and find ways to kill the dwarves and elves in those cities."

"As demon hunters, we are also not welcome here, so I rarely look for commissions here."

"Let's go. Continue to go west and go down along the Ponta River. In about half a month, we will be able to leave the Kingdom of Kaedwen."

Wayne nodded speechlessly and was about to leave with Geralt.

Suddenly, an old woman with unsteady steps came out of the village. She walked quickly to the bearded man, pulled his sleeve, and shed tears, as if begging for something.

"We have a commission here."

Wayne and Geralt looked at each other, and seeing that there was work coming, they turned around and walked back to the bearded man, quietly watching the old woman whose expression changed from sadness to joy.

Before Geralt could speak, Wayne asked, "What is your commission?"

Seeing Wayne so active, Geralt looked at him in surprise, and suddenly remembered this guy's quirk of taking on tasks every day to be motivated when he was in Kaer Morhen. He couldn't help but feel a little funny in his heart, thinking that this was one of the few childish tempers in Wayne.

The middle-aged bearded man took a look at Geralt, who was obviously older, and seeing that he had no objection, he tilted his head to look at Wayne, who looked like a teenager, and said in a rough voice: "Two young people in our village have disappeared. I ask you to find them."

He supported the old woman beside him who had tears on her face, and there was a hint of regret in his voice.

"This is the brothers' mother, Misha. Three days ago, her two sons went to the southern forest to chop wood and never came back."

"There have always been wolves in the southern forests."

"Although they may have turned into wolf feces, whether they are dead or alive, we need accurate information instead of letting the living hold out hope."

At this point, the bearded man added somewhat awkwardly: "Of course, farmers like us who grow crops are all poor and don't have that much money."

"Misha can only get five ducats at most. She only has those two sons. If those two children die, Misha probably won't live to see the next year."

Hearing this, Wayne glanced at the old woman with a sad face and felt some sympathy in his heart.

Ducat is the currency of the Kingdom of Kaedwen. He doesn't quite know how much purchasing power five ducats have, but he thinks that the poor farmers who work in the fields probably can't afford much money.

After the bearded man finished explaining the commission, a task prompt appeared in his mind.

Trigger the mission, [Searching for Misha's missing son], expert level.

Do you want to receive it?

Wayne was delighted. It turned out to be an expert-level mission. According to the system's instructions, ordinary-level missions were relatively simple and were daily tasks that did not even require fighting.

Expert-level tasks are more difficult, and are at a level that is difficult for ordinary people to complete, and there is a high probability of involving dangerous battles.

As for master-level and epic-level quests, they are extremely rare. They are high-difficulty quests that you may not encounter for several years and may even affect the direction of the world.

Although he really wanted to take on the task directly, he was now a teammate of Geralt and could not act alone.

So Wayne turned to Geralt and asked the White Wolf's opinion with his eyes.

Seeing him looking at him, Geralt's expressionless face showed no expression, but he still nodded slightly with some difficulty.

Wayne breathed a sigh of relief, and after choosing to accept the mission in his mind, he smiled and said to the bearded man and Misha beside him, "We can take this commission."

"But we are already a little tired after this journey. You must provide us with a house to rest temporarily and prepare a decent lunch."

"Once we have recovered our strength, we will carry out this commission."

(End of this chapter)