"Damn it, what bad luck! The commission has fallen through again!"

After returning to his temporary base in the wild, Gaitan angrily kicked over the iron pot he used for cooking. After a few seconds, he picked up the deformed pot with some heartache and put it back on the fire.

In order to carry out the assassination commission, he has spent nearly a week in Beauclair, gathering intelligence, scouting the area, and yesterday he spent a night guarding outside the palace wall. Now he is starving, and the mission failed. What bad luck.

Needless to say, if the assassination attempt fails, there will be no money to be earned, and the wizard must have become wary, so it will be difficult to carry out the mission. I will have to stay in the wild for a while and rely on hunting for a living.

Gaitan sighed a little, took out a piece of dry jerky from the bag on his waist, and took out a piece of cheap rye bread from a backpack, ready to put them in the pot to cook and have a meal.

Suddenly, a slightly teasing sigh came to his ear.

"Brother, is this what we're having for dinner?"

"How about I treat you to a meal in the city?"

Hearing this sound so close to his ears, Blanket rolled to the ground subconsciously, and the dried meat and bread in his hands were thrown somewhere.

When he drew the dagger from his waist and looked cautiously at the place where the sound came from, he saw a handsome half-elf boy in gorgeous clothes sitting on a stone not far from the fire, looking at him with a smile on his face.

He was quite familiar with half-elves, as there were many of them in the school in the past.

Seeing the demon hunter's cat-like vertical pupils in the other person's eyes, Gaitan was startled and asked, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

Wayne kept smiling, and without trying to hide his true feelings, he said directly, "I followed you all the way from the palace in Beauclair. I wanted to capture you and torture you."

"But since I see you're having a pretty rough time, and you're a demon hunter like me, I wanted to talk to you."

"Followed me all the way? From the palace at Beauclair?"

Gaitan had a look on his face that said "you're bragging" and shook the dagger in his hand. Looking at Wayne, who looked like a teenager and had no weapon in his hand, he decided to strike first, catch the other party, and then interrogate him about his purpose.

With this thought in mind, Gaitan kicked his feet and pounced towards Wayne like an arrow. The Cat School takes a light and swift route. As assassins, they rely on their speed of action that ordinary people can hardly react to to reap the lives of their targets.

Unfortunately, this time he met Master Wayne, who crushed him in all aspects in terms of strength, speed, agility, and physical reaction. Gaitan was not considered a powerful figure in the Cat School. Although he pounced on him very quickly, his strength was not much higher than that of ordinary people.

Wayne simply grabbed his right hand holding the dagger and twisted it hard, dislocating the joint of his right hand. He put his left palm against his chest and launched an instant Ald. The huge impact directly knocked Gaitan two or three meters away and hit him next to the fire. He covered his chest and vomited the bile in his stomach with a wow.

Wayne did not continue to attack, but just sat quietly on the stone, looking at Gaitan with a teasing expression.

When the cat hunter finished vomiting bile, he held his dislocated right hand with his left hand and looked up at Wayne. The initial surprise was gone in his eyes, only solemnity and worry remained.

The opponent is obviously much stronger than him. Now that his arm is injured, he may not be able to escape. He doesn't know how the opponent will deal with him.

Wayne saw through his thoughts and said calmly, "Don't worry, we are all demon hunters. Even if we capture you and send you to the palace of Beauclair, we can indeed get a large reward, but I won't do that."

"By the way, what's your name?"

Gaitan gritted his teeth and twisted his wrist back to its original position. He also found a stone not far from the fire and sat down. He looked at Wayne with a serious expression and said, "I am from the cat school, Gaitan."

"Since you are not here to arrest me, then what is your purpose in looking for me, Wayne from the Wolf School?"

Gaitan.

When Wayne heard the name, he remembered who it was.

That was the cat-school witcher in the Witcher 3 game who helped the northern villains kill a deer-headed elf, but was then denied his debt by the northern villains and was almost stabbed to death with a pitchfork, and then angrily massacred the village.

Judging from this incident alone, well, he is not a good person, but he is not an irredeemable villain either. At least he had good intentions and wanted to help the villagers at the beginning.

This thought flashed through Wayne's mind. He looked at Gaitan's alert face, thought for a moment, and said, "I just want to get some information about the Cat School from you."

"By the way! Gaitan, do you need a job now? I have a good commission here."

"You don't need to kill anyone, and the reward is quite generous, enough for you to live a comfortable life."

"Of course, you can refuse, but if you refuse, I will capture you and force you to come to the castle of our Wolf School."

"But don't worry, I won't hurt you. I just want to know some news about the Cat School. You know, we haven't communicated with each other for a long time since the major schools separated."

After hearing what Wayne said, Gaitan looked skeptical, but the situation was stronger than the person. After thinking for dozens of seconds, he said, "You have to tell me what the commission is first."

Facing Gaitan's question, Wayne thought about it. In fact, the commission just now was just a casual remark of his. Now thinking about it, it seems that he really didn't know what to ask this guy to do.

So, he thought about it and immediately came up with an idea. He said, "Don't worry, it's a very simple job. I'm pretending to be a tobacco merchant. I'm going to open a tobacco store in Beauclair and I'm in need of a bodyguard."

"Come back to the city with me and rest for two days. After my store is open, you can go to work."

"Looking at your current state, you must be short of money. I will advance you a sum of money."

Gaitan was stunned when he heard that. Being a bodyguard? Well, as a cat-faction witcher, he had never done this kind of job. However, being a bodyguard for a store was indeed a fairly simple job, and the enemies he would encounter at most were thugs.

And when Gaitan heard that Wayne would advance his salary, he was quite excited. His pocket was empty now, not even a gold coin. Living in the city would be more comfortable than sleeping in the open air in the forest.

As for whether to find a way to escape or other plans, we will talk about it later.

(I was delayed in the morning. I have a 6,000-word chapter tonight. I will write 8,000 words a day, no less.) (End of this chapter)