The result was not bad. The system seemed quite humane in this regard. Although he handed over the follow-up of the task to Geralt, the search mission entrusted by Misha had been shown to be completed.

He gained forty-five experience points and an expert-level treasure chest.

The rewards for expert-level tasks were generous, almost equivalent to the experience rewards of fifteen ordinary-level tasks. It was estimated that after completing this ruins exploration task, his demon hunter level would be upgraded to level six, and his strength would be slightly improved again.

Of course, expert-level tasks are all quite difficult.

For example, in this missing person mission, if Wayne and Geralt insisted on using tough measures to take the two young men away, they would have to come into conflict with more than a hundred non-human races, and a war would be inevitable.

Instead of completing the commission for the elves to solve this problem like we are doing now.

This attempt also gave Wayne an interesting idea: does his task system only focus on the results of the task, or does it require him to personally participate and complete it?

Can he recruit a few apprentices and let them work for him to complete the tasks so that he can reap the profits? Of course, Wayne is just a fledgling demon hunter with no connections or wealth, so it is too early to talk about these things.

However, when he has enough power and strength in the future, he will definitely explore in this direction, develop the convenience of the system, and speed up its growth.

After putting on his clothes again, Wayne took out 800 ducats from the purse containing more than 1,500 ducats he had obtained last night and put them into another purse, which he hung on his belt.

But the purse was still too heavy and too conspicuous, and it pulled his belt crooked, making him look a little weird.

He put on his coat, hiding his purse inside the large coat, then bent down, pushed open the curtain of the tent and looked out. In the dim underground ruins, he could see residents moving around in the camp opposite.

The slender Toruviel was sitting by the campfire, holding a square whetstone and sharpening an exquisite one-handed sword.

After last night's conversation, the relationship between the two was no longer as unfamiliar as before.

Wayne is not a socially anxious person. He has always been quite popular during his student days. Although he cannot be called a social elite, he has no problem with normal communication.

With a smile on his face, he took the initiative to sit opposite Toruweier, exchanged glances with the female elf, and said directly: "Truweier, I have a small favor to ask, can you help me?"

The female elf paused while sharpening the blade, raised her head and looked into Wayne's eyes, and said, "What do you need help with, Wayne? If you don't tell me clearly, I can't agree without your permission."

Wayne didn't bother to be polite with her and asked directly, "It's just a small matter."

"Do you have any extra horses? I'd like to buy one."

Toruvir thought for two seconds, nodded, and said, "We do have a few good horses. We stole them from the Kovind soldiers. They are grazing in the forest outside the cave."

"If you really want one, I can give it to you."

"But now, we are being hunted by Kaedweni soldiers, and coins are not of much use to us."

"I'll give it to you as part of the reward for this exploration of the ruins."

Wayne was a little surprised when he heard this. According to what he learned from Geralt, a good horse for traveling was worth about eight hundred ducats, which was considered a relatively precious thing in that era.

However, he is not a man who likes to take advantage of others in terms of material things. Compared to getting a horse for free, he hopes to get the spoils in the elven ruins.

Wayne reached out and took off the huge money bag hanging on his belt, threw it in front of Toruweier, and said in a persuasive tone: "No, Toruweier, you need money more than you think."

"There are a total of 800 ducats here, which should be the market price of horses in human towns."

"As for the role of money, Toruweier, you underestimate it."

"Don't you realize that in human society, money is almost omnipotent?"

"It allows you to buy the supplies you need to survive in the city, it allows you to buy the weapons and equipment you need to fight, it allows you to bribe the city guards and rescue your fellow inhumans from the prison."

"As long as your wealth is strong enough, you can even hire a mercenary corps to help you defeat the armies of other kingdoms on the front battlefield."

"Just like the Kingdom of Kovil back then, it was precisely because they possessed huge wealth that many kingdoms that wanted to conquer it returned empty-handed."

Toruweier seemed to understand what she heard. She looked at the huge money bag on the ground, thought for a few seconds, and then asked:

"But those human merchants, city guards, or mercenary corps cannot be trusted at all."

"Not only might they defraud us of our money, they might even betray our whereabouts to the nobles."

"Many of our non-human compatriots here were betrayed by their neighbors and their friends."

"Humans are not to be trusted."

Regarding this question, Wayne felt that Toruvir's vision was too narrow, or his thinking was not broad enough. He reached out and took the whetstone from the elf, pulled out the steel sword on his back, and carefully polished it by the campfire, saying:

"There are actually many ways to deal with this situation. Whether it's transporting the supplies to a country that doesn't hate non-human races, or finding a trustworthy merchant to help you prepare the supplies, or simply controlling a puppet through threats and inducements, these are all good ways."

"Besides, aren't there sorcerers among the elves? You can ask them to make a magic item that can conceal the characteristics of the elves. Then you can disguise yourself as humans and sneak into the town to do your work."

"If you want to accomplish something, there are many ways to do it. It just depends on whether you think of it or not."

Looking at Toruvir's eyes that were becoming somewhat sparkling, Wayne smiled and said, "I will be here during the time it takes to clean up this ruin. If you have any questions that you are undecided about, I can help you with some advice."

Upon hearing this, the female elf leader smiled back at Wayne, stood up, pointed to the exit of the cave, and said, "Thank you, Wayne. I will ask you for advice during this period of time."

"I've accepted your money, let's go outside and look at the horses. You can pick any one you like."

(End of this chapter)