After entering the Fox Tavern, there were indeed few people in the tavern. Following Old York's instructions, Wayne saw the man sitting at the back door at a glance.

He was in his forties, with short dark brown hair and several scars on his face. He was not handsome and looked weathered. He was dressed very simply and did not look particularly strong.

If he hadn't been carrying a sword and hadn't had the conspicuous vertical pupils of a witcher, perhaps no one would have doubted him if he had told others that he was just a strong farmer.

Wayne was not intimidated. He walked over to the man and sat down. He then shouted to Melissa who was dozing at the counter, "Melissa, give me a few bottles of the best cherry mead in the store, some stewed beef and game, and put the bill for the gentleman across the table on my account."

Melissa, who was originally sitting at the counter, immediately raised her head after hearing the call. When she saw that the person coming was Wayne, a smile appeared on her face unconsciously.

Although she had a slight limp in her foot, she was very skillful and quickly brought the food and wine that Wayne needed from the kitchen.

The man opposite Wayne had been looking at him with a scrutinizing gaze since Wayne sat down. It was not until Melissa placed a large amount of fine wine and delicious food in the middle of the table for the two of them that he looked at Wayne and asked in a deep voice, "My friend, what do you mean by this? Um, which school of demon hunter are you from?"

The reason he asked this was that Wayne was not wearing any witcher equipment at this time. Instead, he was wearing a high-end silk shirt, with a dagger hanging on his belt. He was well-dressed and neat-looking, and he did not wear the witcher's unique school badge around his neck.

Apart from the fact that his amber vertical pupils indicate that he is a demon hunter, he looks more like a promising young man overall.

Wayne did not answer immediately, but took two wine glasses, poured two glasses of the best cherry mead, then picked up a glass and gestured to the man opposite. After drinking it in one gulp, he smiled and said, "I am Wayne from the Wolf School. Nice to meet you, friend."

"It's rare to meet someone in the same field, so I wanted to come over and get to know him."

The man was silent for a second or two, then he picked up another glass of cherry mead, drank it all, and said in a low voice: "Griffin School, George, nice to meet you, Wayne from the Wolf School."

They were all ostracized witchers, and the Wolf School had a very good reputation among witchers, so George was not very wary of him.

Of course, there is another reason. Wayne looks too young, has a sunny and cheerful temperament, a gentle smile, and takes the initiative to treat everyone to dinner. It is hard to believe that he is a bad guy.

Seeing that George had only some black bread and ordinary beer in front of him, Wayne guessed that his life must be quite difficult. This was normal, as the demon hunters of the Griffin School were usually the kind of good guys who only charged a small amount of money.

So without further politeness, she pushed his bread away with beef and wild boar meat, placed it in front of him, and said with a smile: "Have some meat, George. Melissa's cooking skills are very good. Guests who have eaten here always remember her cooking skills."

Melissa, who had been secretly watching Wayne from the side, also showed a happy smile on her face after hearing these words.

Although a little surprised by Wayne's enthusiasm, George was not too polite. He smiled and nodded in response, then picked up a large piece of beef and began to eat it happily with cherry liqueur.

After eating a few bites, he asked with some doubt:

"By the way, Wayne, did you run into me here by chance, or did you come here specifically to see me?"

He actually already had the answer in his mind. After Wayne came in, he went straight to him, so it shouldn't be a coincidence.

Wayne had no need to hide anything from this question and answered directly:

"I came here specifically to see you, George. What a coincidence that the blacksmith shop you went to happens to be owned by my dwarf friend."

"I heard them talking about a demon hunter. I was very curious, so I came here to find you."

After saying these two sentences, Wayne then asked additionally:

"I heard that your next destination is Weiren? And you have accepted a commission to subjugate a green dragon?"

"Yes, you heard it from the blacksmith in the smithy."

"Actually, two years ago, I heard that there was a green dragon harassing local civilians in Velen. However, at that time, there was no accurate information and no one offered a reward for the green dragon. Everyone thought it was just a rumor, so they didn't take it too seriously."

"And you know, we demon hunters generally don't hunt these dragons with advanced intelligence."

"Until last month, I passed by Velen again and found that the local baron had put up a bounty for the green dragon. Although it was only a pitiful 300 orens, I heard that five farmers had died at the hands of the green dragon."

"That's why I accepted that commission."

At this point, George picked up the flagon, poured himself a glass of cherry mead, took a sip and said:

"However, my silver sword was damaged in a previous battle, and there is no good blacksmith in the poor place of Weiren who can repair our silver sword."

"I rushed to Vizima overnight, to the big city, just to find those skilled blacksmiths."

"Unfortunately, their prices are too high. I took out all my money, but it was only enough to repair the silver sword. That's because their blacksmith was willing to give me a discount. As for the battle armor, I no longer have the money to repair it."

Listening to George's nagging complaints, like a frustrated middle-aged man, Wayne smiled, but he agreed with him in his heart. The repair cost was too expensive, and the silver sword and armor were too delicate. Almost half of the wages of most demon hunters had to be used to repair their weapons and equipment.

This was also one of the reasons why he wanted to learn forging technology.

And according to his memory, when George from the Griffin School went to Velen to slay the dragon, he was seriously injured in the chest due to a life-and-death fight with the green dragon. Finally, when he was dying, a thief stole the potions and blueprints on his body. He died in a very miserable way.

In the end, only some drawings of the Griffin School were left to the players.

Now listening to him talk about this commission, not only is the reward pitifully low, but the enemy is also very powerful. There are really some Griffin School members who help the weak and fight against the strong, and act in a very chivalrous style.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to eat and drink, he also chatted with George about the knowledge of the Witcher School and exchanged the latest developments of their respective schools, which broadened his horizons.

Nowadays, the Griffin School has lost its talents, and there seem to be only two or three people confirmed to be alive. Moreover, their base camp has been buried in snow and turned into ruins due to an avalanche planned by the warlocks.

Therefore, the remaining members of the Griffin School did not gather once a year like the Wolf School. They had all been scattered all over the world, and it was not even clear whether other members were still alive.

This gave Wayne some ideas. The Griffin School is good at using various seals and heavy armor like knight's plate armor.

It is said that it was because the magic knowledge hidden in the headquarters of the Griffin School was coveted even by the warlocks, that after being rejected many times when trying to borrow it, they cast a spell to trigger the avalanche, directly burying most of the main members of the Griffin School and causing the Griffin School to decline.

And what he is best at is casting spells. If he can have the opportunity to obtain the magical knowledge that is useful for demon hunters in the Griffin School, he should be able to improve his strength.

And even if you don't go to the Kelsiren Fortress in Povis to look for that knowledge, George, the Griffin School in front of you, is also a very good teacher.

The question now is how to get George to pass on his knowledge of the Griffin School to him, a demon hunter from another school.

(End of this chapter)