The dwarf who won the money had red hair and a huge red nose. He took the seven or eight ducats from the cards and put them in his arms. He said to Geralt proudly, "This is a new thing invented by us dwarves. You must have a smart brain and good luck from the gods to win against others."

"If you don't want to play anymore, then stand up and give the opportunity to others. I'm lucky today and I'm sure I can win a lot of gold coins."

Geralt grinned but said nothing. He was obviously very interested in this new thing. Now that he was injured and unable to participate in the battle, how could he easily give up this new fun?

He put away the Gwent cards that the dwarf had temporarily lent him, took out five ducats from his pocket, placed them on the ground, and said in a hoarse voice: "I still have a few coins in my pocket. Whether you can take them depends on your ability."

The dwarf laughed.

"I like your personality, the one with white hair. My name is Holden."

As he spoke, he took out two ducats from his pocket, threw them to a halfling next to him, and said generously:

"Peter, give me and my new friend two glasses of Vizima Champion. Only by drinking and playing cards can we experience the real fun of Gwent."

Wayne stood aside and felt a little amused when he saw that Geralt had made a new friend through Gwent.

However, he had just been busy in the underground pond for a long time and had to jump into the pond to look for the entrance through which the monster might have entered. Not only was his body covered in mud and water, but even his underwear was stained with blood. He felt itchy and very uncomfortable.

You have to take a shower first.

He returned to his tent, took a set of clean clothes, walked out of the cave, came to the river and began to wash his body.

It was still cold in the north in early spring, but fortunately, after the mutation during the Green Grass Trial, Wayne's body was already very different from that of ordinary people. Although cold showers were not comfortable, they were not unacceptable.

When he finished his shower and returned to the camp, he saw that the dwarf named Horton had a pile of shining ducats in front of him, totaling hundreds of them.

Before he left, Geralt, who had looked calm and composed, now had red eyes and his expressionless face could no longer hold back his expression. The hand holding the Gwent cards was trembling slightly, and he pursed his lips, obviously having lost a lot.

Sure enough, after losing another round, Geralt threw the Gwent cards in his hand to the ground in a somewhat dejected manner, and said, controlling his emotions, "Okay, Bearded Horton, you win, and I don't have a penny left."

"It must be the injury I had that affected my performance."

"No choice. I'll play with you tomorrow."

The dwarf was not angry. He generously asked the halfling named Pete beside him to bring each of them another large cup of Vizima Champion, and said with a smile:

"You are always welcome to challenge me, demon hunter."

"I'm not afraid to tell you that in this camp, I'm the best at Gwent skills, hahahaha!"

Geralt stood up, smacked his lips, and touched his empty purse with some pain.

"Really? That's really interesting."

He rubbed his chest, turned around and saw Wayne coming back from the shower, and said:

"Hey, bro."

"I'm going to lie down in the tent for a while and recuperate. As for the afternoon's operation, don't act rashly. Wait until we have discussed it."

Wayne nodded, patted Geralt on the shoulder, then looked at him and walked slowly into the tent.

According to the doctor in the camp, Geralt's injuries were not serious, but two of his ribs were fractured and his internal organs were also damaged to a considerable extent.

After Geralt left, Wayne looked at the campfire where the dwarves were and found that without Geralt's participation, the other elves and dwarves who were watching did not choose to play Gwent with Horton.

I don't know if it's because he's short of money or he's afraid of Horton's Gwent skills.

After thinking for a few seconds, Wayne took the initiative to walk up to Horton, who was drinking heavily and packing up his Gwent cards, and said:

"Hey! Bearded Man, the game you just played is quite interesting."

"Can you teach me how to play?"

Horton looked up and saw that it was Wayne. He pointed to the seat opposite him and said, "It's you, young demon hunter. I know you."

"You have a good relationship with our leader, Toruvir, and you helped us fight the monsters in the ruins."

"Do you want to play Gwent, too? No problem, I'll teach you!"

"This time, we young dwarves came out from the Mahakam Mountains, not only to see the outside world, but also to spread the fun of Gwent to the whole world."

Wayne kept a kind smile on his face and said nothing. As a veteran who had collected all the Gwent cards in the game, did he still need someone to teach him the Gwent skills?

However, it is only 1250 and Gwent has not yet become widely popular, so even the knowledgeable Geralt has only started playing this game today.

No one would have thought that this card game invented by the dwarves would become a super popular gambling project that would sweep the world and attract countless people.

Perhaps this is due to the efforts of dwarves like Horton.

Half an hour later, the bearded dwarf Horton, who had been smiling, no longer had the smile he had at the beginning.

He pulled his red beard with some pain. The more than one hundred ducats he had won with great difficulty, together with the more than one hundred and fifty crowns he had saved, had all been transferred to Wayne.

Not only that, his precious pipe, jewel ring, and the fine iron battle axe that had accompanied him in battle for decades also became Wayne's property.

Of course, Horton believes this is only temporary and it won't be long before he wins it back.

But no one expected that the young demon hunter, who claimed half an hour ago that he couldn't even play Gwent and didn't even have his own deck, would actually beat him for more than ten games in a row and defeated the strongest Gwent player in the camp, leaving him with almost no pants left.

Could this be the legendary "playing the pig to eat the tiger"? However, at this time, Wayne's mind was not on himself. After winning more than ten games in a row against Horton, he was surprised to find that a special skill appeared in his professional skills.

Gwent LV1: Luck +1.

It's a simple introduction, but it contains great significance.

You should know that this skill does not appear in the column of auxiliary skills, but has become a demon hunter's main skill, just like swordsmanship, magic signs and mutation levels.

The effect given was actually an incredible attribute of increasing luck. How could he not be surprised?

Could it be that Gwent is his main quest?

(End of this chapter)