As expected, when Wayne saw Reso's strong physique and his conspicuous bald head with a scar, he roughly guessed his identity.

Facing the question from the strong demon hunter, Wayne had already prepared an answer in his mind. He kept a gentle smile on his face, met the wary eyes of the other party, and said in a calm but sincere voice: "Leso, I came to Toussaint by chance and heard the rumors about the demon hunter, so I came to you on purpose."

"In addition to wanting to make friends with you, the most important thing is that I want to entrust you with a commission, a commission that pays well."

Seeing that Wayne did not look hostile, Reso and his companions relaxed their guard a little. However, after listening to Wayne's explanation, the doubts in their hearts were still not resolved. He glanced at his companion, indicating that he should deal with the pterodactyl's body, and then frowned and asked, "Give us a commission?"

"Are there no more witchers in the north? Are we still looking for our witchers in the south?"

Wayne was about to answer when he suddenly noticed that there was a wound on Reso's body caused by a dragon claw, and blood was slowly flowing out. He shook his right hand on the space bracelet, and a potion bottle filled with red liquid appeared in his hand.

Then, he gently threw the bottle to Reso, and after he caught it, he continued, "No, Reso, although there are indeed not many demon hunters in the north, there are still a few, including members of the Wolf School, members of the Griffin School, and members of the Bear School."

"However, the client I'm talking about is me. I need a lot of helpers. No amount of help will be enough. Even if you find me ten more demon hunters, it won't be too much."

As he spoke, Master Wayne grinned, his voice carrying the arrogance of a wealthy person, and added: "And don't worry, the commission I give you is definitely the most lucrative you've ever seen. There's so much gold that you'll need a carriage to transport it, and it's not dangerous."

"And the reason I hired you is because I have confidence in the credibility of our demon hunters. With your help, I don't have to worry about being betrayed."

After that, Wayne pointed at the red potion bottle in Letho's hand and said with a smile, "This is a healing potion I got from the Archdruid. It is very effective for external injuries. After taking it, it will take less than half a minute to heal your external injuries. And it is not as toxic as the Demon Hunter potion. You can give it a try."

However, facing Wayne's kindness, Reso still maintained a certain degree of vigilance. He shook his head expressionlessly, put the bottle of medicine into his waist bag, and said, "Wayne, we can discuss your commission after we get to the city, but now we still have to deal with this pterodactyl."

"In order to catch up with this flying beast, we have been chasing it from the Kingdom of Ebin to Toussaint for almost ten days. One of our companions was injured and is recuperating somewhere else. We can talk about other things only after I have dealt with these matters."

Wayne also agreed with Reso's decision. After all, you can't just believe whatever a stranger says, especially in the Middle Ages when the average moral quality of the people was low.

So, after thinking for more than ten seconds, Wayne took out a handwritten book from his space bracelet and threw it to Reso.

It was a precious book that recorded the knowledge of demon hunter sigils, which he copied from the book he got from Aretuza College. Then, in Reso's surprised eyes, he said:

"This book is my gift to you, just to make you trust me more."

"I will be staying at the Red Moon Hotel in Beauclair for a while. When you have finished your business, remember to come find me."

"You should know clearly, Letho, that we don't have many chances to meet demon hunters from other schools. We should have a good exchange with each other. Maybe you will get unexpected gains."

Perhaps Wayne's sincere gesture touched him, and Reso nodded seriously, saying that he would go to Beauclair to find him after he finished dealing with the matter.

After getting this affirmative answer, Wayne sighed slightly. He knew that Reso and the other man would definitely not go with him for the time being, so he quickly drove the magic flying carpet and left the Caroberta Forest.

Back in his room at the Red Moon Inn, Wayne breathed a long sigh of relief. The most urgent mission since he came to Toussaint had been completed. He had established contact with the Viper School demon hunter who had come here, and not missing him was a huge gain.

What he needs to do next is to get Reso and others to join his camp.

According to the plot he learned and the rumors he learned from the books in Kaer Morhen, the School of the Viper was founded by Ivar the Evil Eye and was established to defeat the Wild Hunt.

The school's headquarters was located in the Gswid Fortress in the Tyr-Tosha Mountains, under the control of Nilfgaard. Later, due to the war, the usurper emperor of Nilfgaard wanted to recapture these witchers for his own use, but was rejected by the witchers of the Viper School.

In the end, their academy was destroyed by the army of Nilfgaard, and its members suffered heavy losses. Only Letho and a few others survived.

However, whether this encirclement and suppression actually happened or not can only be known after communicating with Lei Suo.

According to the original history, the usurper would be overthrown by the Hedgehog Man in 1257. Judging from the current time of 1253, the encirclement and suppression has most likely already occurred.

But this is not bad either. Reso and others are probably in a helpless state now, so it is a good opportunity to recruit them.

Being able to summon the members of the Viper School back, his mission to rebuild the Witcher Order has made some progress.

After thinking about the Viper School for a while, Wayne quickly turned his thoughts to another matter.

That is the whereabouts of the Wolf School's Grandmaster Set and the Flying Lion School's Grandmaster Set.

Regarding this matter, although he had looked for it in the game, the map in reality is very different from the one in the game. It is basically impossible to rely on the memory of the game to find them.

In the game, this elf armor master died in a racist massacre, but now it is twenty years ago in the game time. He has already asked his former card friends and learned that this elf master is currently in his own shop, still running his business, and nothing has happened.

It just so happens that I'm asking him to do something for me this time, and I can save his life at the same time.

Thinking of this, Wayne took out a fist-sized magic communicator from his pocket. This thing was the magic prop given to him by Francesca for communication. Because he could be contacted at any time, it could only be kept close to the body and could not be put in the space bracelet.

He took the communicator, sat on a chair, input chaos magic into it, and pressed a button.

After waiting for about two minutes, Francesca's distorted voice came from the communicator.

"What's up, Wayne?"

"Did you get into any trouble in Toussaint?"

Wayne didn't waste any time and just asked his question directly.

"Ms. Francesca, do you know Tynsel, the elven armor master of Toussaint?"

The voice on the other end of the communicator paused for a few seconds, as if thinking, and then the sorceress's voice continued.

"I seem to have some impression of him. I heard someone from Baihua Valley mention him. He should be a new generation of elves, but I don't know him."

After hearing Francesca's answer, Wayne felt it was a pity. A grandmaster-level armor master should be considered a treasure worth cherishing for any force.

So, he was about to introduce this master to the sorceress, but Francesca continued:

"If you need his help with anything, I can talk to him for you. I think most elves will give me some face."

Well, facing Francesca's slightly domineering remarks, Wayne was silent for a second or two, then he briefly introduced the situation of this Tynesel, and then he said: "The Elf Grandmaster Blacksmith is an excellent talent. Whether there is a war in the future or for the elves themselves, he will be very valuable."

"But I heard a rumor that in the Kingdom of Toussaint, the elves are very unwelcome, and there are some racists among the people."

"It seems that someone is preparing to harm this elf master."

After hearing Wayne's reminder, Francesca seemed to fall into thought again. After waiting for two seconds, she said:

"You are right, Wayne. Please put this communicator in the center of the room. I will come to Toussaint now. Tomorrow, I will go with you to meet that Tynesel."

Wayne was also stunned for a moment. He looked at the sky outside the window and found that it was already dusk.

He didn't expect Francesca to be so impatient and come over at this time. However, he had no reason to stop her. He quickly followed the sorceress's instructions and placed the magic communicator in the center of the room.

After waiting for a minute or two, this magic communicator made of unknown metal suddenly trembled, and then a portal to the void instantly formed above it.

A few seconds later, an elven sorceress in a gorgeous white dress collapsed from the portal.

After opening such a portal that spanned half the continent, Francesca remained calm and had a beautiful and noble smile on her face.

After seeing Wayne, she nodded slightly to the demon hunter, waved her right hand gently, and the portal disappeared instantly.

After the beautiful sorceress observed the room where Wayne was, she took out a pair of pearl earrings from her waist bag and put them on her ears elegantly. Then her long elf ears were instantly hidden by magic.

After completing the disguise, Francesca elegantly stretched out her slender white fingers and said to Wayne:

"This is my first time in Toussaint, Wayne. Can you show me around this beautiful city?"

Faced with the request of such a beautiful lady, as a man obsessed with beauty, Master Wayne would certainly not refuse. He reached out and held Francesca's hand, put her arm in his strong arms, and then walked out of his room with this elegant beauty.

(Today's update is a bit short, I will update 10,000 words tomorrow, muah!) (End of this chapter)