Geralt's hoarse but sarcastic voice sounded.

"Hahaha, Lambert, you have no cards left!"

"Look at my horn card. The melee unit's strength is doubled. Seventy-two points. You lose."

A few seconds later, Lambert said in annoyance, "Damn it, Geralt, you must have cheated. It's not a coincidence that you draw three horn cards in a game."

Geralt waved his fingers somewhat proudly and said, "Luck, this is luck."

"I don't know why, but every time I play cards with you, my luck is always especially good."

"Well, stop talking like a woman and hand over your bet. Twenty crowns is enough for me to buy a barrel of good wine."

Lambert handed over the gold coins reluctantly, and then muttered:

"Damn it, I shouldn't have gambled so much. The money I saved for a year is not enough to lose a few games."

Geralt didn't care about his brother's apology. He twisted his mouth towards Lambert and said, "It's okay, Lambert. If you don't have money, you can borrow some from Wayne. Aren't we going to Vizima with him to carry out the mission in the spring?"

"He must have offered you a very high reward. That little guy is very rich now."

Lambert was very disdainful of this and said:

"You, Uncle Lambert, are not so poor that you have to borrow money from your juniors."

Geralt chuckled and said teasingly:

"This winter is still long. When you lose all your money and have no more money to play Gwent, I'll see if you can still keep your mouth shut."

While the Gwent duo was bickering, Wayne was also conducting sword fighting training with Eskel in the training ground outside the castle.

This winter, in Kaer Morhen, practicing swordsmanship is one of Wayne's main tasks.

In terms of the strength of his Signs, he should have been at the top level among all demon hunters, but his physical fitness was top-notch while his swordsmanship was only excellent, making him unable to compete with those true swordsmanship masters.

This is not a lack of speed and strength, but a gap in practical experience and various combat skills.

However, Eskel can definitely be called a master of swordsmanship, and although his personality seems dull, he is not stingy in helping his brothers train. He is also sophisticated and steady in his actions, making him a very good swordsmanship teacher.

Wayne heard from Geralt that this guy never goes to brothels, and his favorite opposite sex is the kind with horns on their bodies. He has a somewhat introverted personality.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Bang! Bang! Bang! On the training ground, the two men were fighting back and forth with their iron training swords, neither of them giving in.

If he doesn't use the seal, although Wayne can suppress Eskel in speed and strength, he will often be suppressed in less than two rounds by his special swordsmanship skills, or strategies such as feints and attacks.

This made Wayne feel a little annoyed, but he was also madly absorbing these practical experiences.

As the training time gets longer, perhaps the gap in strength and speed will not be enough to completely defeat Eskel, but often when the high-intensity battle between the two reaches a certain limit, Eskel will be defeated first due to lack of physical strength.

He waved his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, sat down on a wooden block nearby, and said while panting:

"No, no, young people are more energetic. I need to rest for a while."

Wayne also panted slightly and said with a smile:

"I just have the advantage of good physical strength, but according to the teacher, after you transplant the large red mutation inducer, your strength and agility should increase significantly."

"By then, I shouldn't be suppressing this aspect anymore."

When Wayne mentioned this, Eskel smiled and said with emotion, "Thank you for this, brother. I have been looking for a large red mutation inducer for many years, but I haven't found a suitable one."

"I didn't expect that you would bring back such a big surprise for me after only being away for a year, and you were willing to give it to me."

"Don't worry, when you need this thing, I will definitely give you a better one."

Wayne waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "It's too formal to talk about these things. I will need your help in the evil god mission on the shore of Lake Vizima soon. It will be a good thing for me if I can improve your strength."

Eskel nodded, without saying any more polite words, and simply said:

"No problem, just call me when the time comes. I will probably be looking for commissions near the Kingdom of Temeria in the first half of the year."

Wayne smiled. The brothers from the Wolf School were all easy to talk to. When he asked for their help, no one had any objections and they just asked casually.

They didn't worry at all that their brothers would cheat them, and they never talked about compensation, which made Wayne feel warm inside.

He took off the magic wine flask from his waist, pressed a switch, switched to the iced cola compartment, tilted his head back and took several big gulps. The sweet taste, the icy and refreshing texture, and the slightly bitter bubbles made him burp.

He moved the wine flask to the one containing the high-end dwarven liquor, then handed it to Eskel and said with a smile:

"Would you like a sip? This is the finest dwarven liquor, brewed by the dwarven blacksmith master O. Henry. This master is also a very famous brewer among the Tanshan dwarves."

Eskel raised his eyebrows. Although he had never heard of O. Henry's reputation, the dwarf brewing master never disappoints those who love strong liquor.

He took the wine jug, held it in his hand and observed it for a while before sighing.

"Amazing magical equipment."

Then he raised his head and took a big gulp. However, the strength of the premium dwarven liquor was obviously beyond his expectations. In less than half a minute, Eskel's face turned red, and he even felt a heat rushing out of his body. He closed his eyes and tasted it for a long time, then exhaled a breath of turbid air and said with a smile:

"What a strong liquor! Wayne, how much is in your jug? Please fill me one later. I really like the taste."

Wayne was certainly not stingy. In fact, compared to the high-concentration dwarven liquor, he preferred the mellow red wine and various sweet fruit wines. The few modern drinks were reserved for him to reward himself when he was in a good mood.

While the two were chatting, a tall old man with white hair and beard, wearing what seemed to be a bearskin coat, walked in from the castle gate.

After seeing the two people sweating profusely on the training ground, he smiled and said, "That's right, Wayne, Eskel. Swordsmanship is the skill that we demon hunters rely on for a living, so we should study hard and practice diligently."

"Geralt and Lambert must be playing Gwent again, right? Wayne, you shouldn't teach your brothers this degenerate game. It will only make them lazier and more addicted to pleasure."

Wayne shrugged. He was used to Vesemir's lectures. He noticed the furry ball with white fur on its body that was placed inside the old man's coat on his chest. He couldn't help but ask, "Teacher, what's in your arms? A wolf cub?"

Vesemir stroked his white beard, nodded and said:

"Didn't you say yesterday that you had read a book on animal taming secrets from a druid?"

"I originally wanted to go to the top of the mountain to look for a winter eagle cub for you, but unfortunately I didn't find one. However, when I went to look in the wolf den, I found a newly born direwolf cub."

"This little fellow is so strong right after birth. He must be a good candidate. He will be able to help you in the future, whether guarding the house or fighting and searching for treasures."

"But without the right method, it is difficult for ordinary people to tame such a dire wolf. Whether you can become its master depends on your own ability."

Wayne immediately became interested when he heard this. The direwolf was the offspring of some wolf-like monster and an ordinary wolf after the intersection of celestial bodies. It was a variant of the ordinary wolf.

Adult male direwolves can even grow to the size of wild lions and tigers. They are a very famous and rare ferocious beast in the Northern Kingdom.

He reached out and took the snow-white wolf cub from the old hunter's arms. The little guy was probably only a little over a month old, covered in fur, with his eyes not open yet. He probably hadn't been weaned yet. After leaving the old witcher's warm arms, he immediately began to shiver, and a pitiful whimper came out of his little mouth.

I wonder where its parents are? Perhaps Vesemir killed them.

After seeing this cute performance, Wayne immediately fell in love with this little guy.

He thought of the Chinese native dog that his family had raised in his previous life. Although the dog was not pretty, it was extremely intelligent. Unfortunately, time was merciless, and the dog died of old age when he grew up.

I just don't know how long this direwolf, which inherited the bloodline of a monster, can live.

Watching familiar people and things pass away quietly is also a kind of sadness for an immortal demon hunter.

"Since it is all white, I will call it White Fang. I hope this little guy can obey my orders. Otherwise, it would be a pity to kill it."

Thinking of his animal taming skills, Wayne had high expectations. Training direwolves or horses, these combat partners, were secondary.

His dream is to train a group of aerial mounts, like griffins, Asian dragons or manticores, ferocious mounts that can carry people into the sky.

If the demon hunters could have such a group of powerful fighting partners, I'm afraid no one would dare to underestimate them.

Unfortunately, such beasts are often very ferocious and brutal, and there has never been any legend of anyone taming a griffin in the world of witchers.

The dragon knight is somewhat possible, after all, dragons are very smart and know how to adapt to the times.

(End of this chapter)