The flavorful pot base is filled with a variety of fresh and delicious ingredients, and the sauce is made with a variety of spices and hot sauces. The taste is so delicious that Geralt, who has never eaten hot pot before, can't stop eating it.

"You've gained weight, Geralt."

"It seems that you are living well with Yennefer."

Geralt shrugged, scooped up a large piece of beef from the hot pot with a spoon, put it in his mouth and ate it happily. After finally swallowing it into his stomach, he smacked his lips with a savoring look, then picked up a glass of high-end cherry honey wine and drank it all in one gulp, saying meaningfully, "You should be doing well, Wayne. I see that your wine cabinet is almost full of wine. You must have worked hard at night."

"Besides, there are a lot of good things added to this house. It seems that you have not been idle during this period."

"Can you tell me what you did during the six months I was away?"

Wayne chuckled. There was nothing worth hiding about what he had done, so he gave a brief account of some of the missions he had carried out and some of the monsters he had encountered.

Of course, he described Willen's actions in the most detail, and also told him about how he obtained the precious elven manuscripts and green dragon materials, and how he met George.

"Green dragon? The evil god Dagon? Griffin school?"

Geralt was a little unhappy when he heard that Wayne was involved in Velen's dragon-slaying mission. However, when he heard him explain that he had invited the golden dragon Borch and a witcher from the Griffin School to join in the action, he became interested.

He had met the guy from the Griffin School more than ten years ago, but that guy was old-fashioned, didn't like to be paid for his work, always liked to preach to others, and was not very likable.

Wayne nodded and said:

"Yes, his name is George. He is a demon hunter with superb swordsmanship and the ability to use powerful signs. Their former Griffin School fortress is located in the Kovir Mountains."

"But it seems that due to an avalanche planned by a warlock, their school suffered heavy losses, and now it is almost completely withered."

Hearing this, Geralt's expression became somewhat silent. He said in a dull voice, "George of the Griffin School? He's a famous guy. When he became a witcher, I wasn't even born yet. Do you remember the painting we carved on the wall of Kaer Morhen?"

Wayne thought for a few seconds after hearing this, and then asked with a strange expression, "George the Dragon Slayer?"

Geralt nodded and said:

"Yes, that's the painting. It's the one that shows a witcher riding a horse and killing a huge monster amid the cheers of the people."

"This incident was very famous at the time and spread widely, but the local rulers and residents didn't know that the horses that witchers ride are just a means of transportation. We don't fight on horseback, and what George killed was not a dragon, but a petrified chicken snake."

Wayne was also amused by the joke when he heard it. He did remember the painting, and when he met George he did not expect that George was the protagonist of the painting.

All I can say is that a demon hunter's life is really very long. Perhaps before you die, your deeds will become legends among others, and even be passed down for generations.

It’s a pity that the glorious era of demon hunters has ended, and now demon hunters live a very miserable life, which also made Wayne want to revive this profession.

After talking about George, the two also talked about the evil god Dagon and the underwater half-merman city under Lake Vizima.

Hearing that this matter involved the Lady of the Lake and that the evil god Dagon's goal was to turn this huge lake into his territory, threatening the safety of the entire Kingdom of Temeria, Geralt agreed without long consideration.

However, he suggested that this matter should not be officially carried out until next spring. By then, when they leave Kaer Morhen, they can take all the brothers of the Wolf School with them, and also ask George of the Griffin School to come with them. If four or five witchers act together, even the evil god Dagon should not be a big problem.

Wayne readily agreed to Geralt's proposal. This was similar to his original plan, except that his plan required him to get a few more spellcasters to work together.

The two of them ate and drank, boasted and bickered, until they had finished all the ingredients in the hot pot. Then Geralt stretched lazily with a look of indescribable joy on his face.

Perhaps staying with Yennefer can make Geralt the White Wolf feel the happiness of love, but only when he is with his good brother can he truly relax, be carefree, and reveal his unconcealed character.

"It's going to snow soon, so we have to hurry up and get to Kaer Morhen."

Wayne nodded when he heard this. They had been down the mountain for nine months, and he missed Teacher Vesemir and several other brothers from the Wolf School very much.

Moreover, he is rich now, and has excellent equipment-making materials such as dragon skin and dragon bones. He plans to prepare some good gifts for each of his brothers after returning this time.

Of course, even if we want to return to Kaermohen, it is not something that can be done immediately. There is just a dilapidated castle there, and we must bring some daily necessities with us before we set off, just like in previous years.

And Wayne is different from Geralt and other lone witchers. He also took two days to say goodbye to his friends in Wikima one by one. He told them that he would return here next spring and asked them not to worry about him.

Keira's reaction was a little intense. After all, they had been having fun every few days for the past six months. Suddenly they couldn't see each other for several months, which made the sorceress a little uncomfortable.

But the two were neither in a relationship nor in love, and she had no reason to keep Wayne, so she could only sulk a little, and at the same time she thought more deeply about their relationship.

A few days later, Wayne and Geralt bought a lot of supplies in the city, prepared a lot of gifts, and stuffed their two mounts full. He entrusted his house to the little earth spirit Lala's family to take care of it, and then set off from Vizima and started his journey back to Kaer Morhen along the route he came.

This return trip was different from the coming trip. Without the hindrance of the mission, they moved even faster. Wayne rode on his mount Lucifer, and together with Geralt, it only took them one day to reach the floating harbor town.

They did not stay in this small town, but found the captain, Blackbeard Wesker, whom Wayne had made an appointment with in advance at the port.

The captain from Skellig looked the same as he had at the beginning of the year, strong and sturdy, wearing a gray fur coat, looking like a black bear walking upright.

The last cooperation was quite pleasant. This time, Blackbeard Wesker specially reserved two of the best cabins for the two demon hunters to use.

At the same time, after a whole year of hard work, Wesker has put together a more sophisticated deck of cards, ready to compete with Wayne in Gwent and wash away the humiliation of failure in the first half of the year.

Of course, such thinking was futile. Even though Wayne showed mercy in many places, he still beat Wesker and his crew members to a pulp and won a lot of specialties from the Skellige Islands.

Geralt, who was also full of confidence, lost dozens of orens to Blackbeard Wesker's superb card skills. This made the famous White Wolf very frustrated, and he became more obsessed with studying the technology of Kund cards.

After another seven or eight days of sailing, it was not until late October that Wayne and Geralt set foot on the territory of the Kingdom of Kaedwen again.

After arriving at this country that impressed Wayne and also had severe discrimination against non-human races, Wayne immediately thought of Toruviel, whom he had met in the elven ruins, and their group of non-human residents.

When they parted, they made an agreement to meet again when they returned to the north at the end of the year.

Wayne would never go back on his promises, and while it was still early and the snow had not yet begun to fall in the northern countries, he told Geralt about his desire to go to the elven ruins.

Geralt also had not forgotten the place where he learned Gwent. After thinking for a few seconds, he agreed to Wayne's suggestion.

The two of them moved forward quietly in the Kingdom of Kaedwen, avoiding human gatherings that discriminated against non-human races, and followed the route they set out at the beginning of the year. After spending a few more days, they finally arrived at the forest where the elven ruins were located.

As they rode their horses towards the location of the large cave in their memory, before they got close to the cave entrance, a surprised voice came from a tree not far away.

"Wayne! Is that you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a beautiful elf girl wearing a fur coat, with a slender figure and two black braids, jumped down from the tree.

It was Toruviel, whom I hadn’t seen for half a year.

(Three chapters have been updated, and there will be another chapter in the afternoon, muah!)

(End of this chapter)