Time flies. Two months passed in a blink of an eye, and it was already the midsummer of July 1250.

In the past two months, Wayne purchased a large amount of raw materials and spent almost one thousand orens every month to train his alchemy, alchemy and forging skills to the fourth level.

However, his alchemy and forging skills had only just been promoted, while his alchemy skills were close to being upgraded.

In addition, due to diligent archery practice, after consuming a lot of metal arrows, his archery skills have reached level 3, which means he has adapted to the use of ancient bows and arrows in the Middle Ages and has reached the standard for actual combat.

The only pity is that the elven bow and arrow that Toruvir gave him, although very accurate, could not match his pulling force, which was almost four times that of an ordinary person, and could not effectively utilize his amazing arm strength.

The task of finding a strong bow was also put on Wayne's agenda.

After more than two months of efforts by him and Fitz, almost hundreds of merman were killed by him by frying fish. Even though they were slow, the merman leaders in the underwater city noticed that something was wrong.

In the days that followed, no matter how Fitz provoked outside the city, the remaining murlocs no longer sneaked out of their nests, but instead took a huddled approach, forcing Wayne to stop his fish frying activities.

However, Wayne is not without a solution. In order to help the Lady of the Lake get rid of this trouble, he plans to wait until the right opportunity and invite the two sorcerers, Keira and Triss, to help him on an underwater city adventure.

Of course, he would invite a few fellow demon hunters to work together, and try to eliminate the hidden dangers on the shores of Lake Vizima in one go, which could be regarded as repaying the goddess of the lake.

That afternoon, he went to Master O. Henry's blacksmith shop as usual to learn forging techniques and play cards.

The old blacksmith has accumulated a large amount of various fine forging materials over the years. Relying on his superb Gwent skills, he has obtained a lot of good materials from the dwarf blacksmith master, which makes the old man very distressed.

Of course, Wayne was not a stingy person. In order to make up for the regret that Master O. Henry always lost at cards, he would bring a bottle of good wine and some homemade snacks every time he went there.

These good wines and delicious food made the old dwarf very happy. He was even more affectionate to Wayne than to his nephew Andrew. This made the young dwarf Andrew complain to him several times, but he was then bribed by Wayne with more good wine.

"Hey, you know what, Brother Wayne?"

"This morning, a demon hunter came to the shop. His silver sword was damaged and was being repaired by the old blacksmith in the shop."

When Andrew saw Wayne coming, he immediately trotted up and took a pot of dwarven liquor from the basket he was carrying without any hesitation. After taking a big gulp, he started talking about gossip in the store.

"Although the demon hunter doesn't talk much, when I heard him talking to the old blacksmith, I heard that his next stop is Velen. It seems that the nobles there are offering a reward for a green dragon."

After hearing Andrew's gossip, Wayne immediately became interested. It has been almost half a year since he left Kaer Morhen. Apart from Geralt, he has not seen any other demon hunters, nor even heard any news about them, not to mention that this person should be from another school.

Wayne quickly asked:

"Any idea where he went, Andrew?"

Andrew took another big gulp of wine, and drank almost one-third of the two-liter jug ​​in two gulps. He exhaled a mouthful of turbid wine, and his face turned red in an instant, but his eyes seemed to become more excited.

"I think he went to the Fox Tavern in Old York. It's the cheapest and most affordable there. The witcher was dressed in rags and didn't look like he had any money."

"He will come to get the sword tomorrow morning. He should stay in Vizima for the night."

Hearing this news, Wayne couldn't sit still. He handed the wine and food in his hand to Andrew and said with a smile:

"This is the snack I made. There are roast chicken and beef. You can take it to your uncle Master O. Henry to eat with wine."

After Andrew took the basket, he opened the lid nonchalantly, tore off a large chicken leg from it, stuffed it into his mouth, and said indifferently:

"It's okay. I have a thick skin anyway. If I don't get slapped a few times every day, I will feel uncomfortable all over."

Listening to Andrew's generous speech, Wayne couldn't help but smile. Although Andrew should be older than him, Wayne felt that this guy was just a child who never grew up and was very interesting.

After waving goodbye to Andrew, he went straight to the Fox Inn.

I haven't been there for a while, so I went to visit Old York and his good sister, Aunt Melissa, who helped his mother a lot in the past.

After walking through the slums for about five minutes, the old tavern with smoke coming out of it appeared before his eyes.

It was noon now, so there weren't probably many customers in the store.

As soon as he approached, Wayne saw that the old Yorker was squatting on a wooden stake beside the gate, holding a pipe in his hand, squinting one eye, and smoking the pipe comfortably.

The old man opened his eyes and saw the neatly dressed, tall and handsome Wayne. He snorted disdainfully and said with a slightly sarcastic tone:

"Isn't this Master Wayne? How come a respectable man like you comes to our shabby tavern?"

"This is not in keeping with your status."

Wayne knew that the old man was a rather arrogant guy with a hard mouth and a soft heart, so he didn't bother with him. Instead, he took out a pack of tobacco that he had just bought from a high-end store from his pocket, threw it into the old man's hand, and said, "Okay, stop mocking me, old man. This is a gift from me to you."

Old York took the tobacco, put it to his nose and sniffed it, then looked at Wayne with an expression that said, "What's wrong? Do you want to see me for something? Or have you gotten into trouble again and want me to clean up your mess?"

Wayne waved his hand. After living in Vizima for a few months, he had indeed troubled Old York, the local boss, with some things, but he was very honest now. He spent every day improving his skills and never made enemies with anyone.

"Hahaha, can't I just come and see you?"

After hearing this, the old guest showed a look of disdain on his face again, and said with a smile: "Bullshit, you are not such a sensible person, would you come to me if you didn't have anything to do?"

"Okay, if you have something to say, tell me now. I'll see if I can help you."

Wayne shook his head and said, "I'm really not here to see you, old Yorker. I just heard that there's a demon hunter in your store, so I came over to get to know him."

Upon hearing this, the old Yorker nodded thoughtfully, took a puff of his pipe, and said, "There is indeed one. It seems to have a badge with a griffin pattern on its chest. It is very different from your Wolf School badge."

"He was sitting in the seat near the back door. He had a good temper and looked like a decent person."

As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes and warned, "They say that people in the same industry are enemies."

"You are not going to fight him, are you? If you dare to fight in my store and smash it, I will definitely teach you a lesson."

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