"Have you completed the exploration of the ruins?"

"Yes, except for the last building that was locked by a metal gate, I have checked all other areas. No monsters will come out of the ground to attack you."

"As for that building, I speculate that it is a treasure house. There should be a disabled magic node inside. It does not pose a threat for the time being."

"But the door is too strong. I tried many ways but couldn't open it. Maybe it's been too long and the facilities inside have been damaged."

Things were exactly as Wayne said, the door of the treasure house was so strong and had been treated with magic that ordinary people could not open it at all.

Even if there are any problems inside, they will probably just be locked in the treasury and won't be able to do anything.

After hearing Wayne's explanation, Toruweier nodded in realization. She was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Thank you, Wayne. You helped us a lot."

"Wait, I will lead people to patrol this ruins. If the last building really cannot be opened, then this commission will be completed."

At this point, Toruvir raised her head, looked into Wayne's eyes, and said, "What's next? Where are you going? Will you stay in the Kingdom of Kaedwen?"

Wayne thought about it and felt that there was nothing worth hiding, so he spread his hands and said, "I can't say for sure, Toruvir."

"Geralt's injuries have almost healed. Next, we will prepare to leave the Kingdom of Kaedwen as soon as possible."

"As you know, the residents here do not welcome non-human races and demon hunters at all."

"We plan to go along the Pontar River and visit the Kingdom of Temeria first. Where we go next will depend on where we get commissions."

Toruviel sighed when she heard that, hesitated for a moment, then reached out and touched Wayne's face.

During this period of time, she also understood how much potential the half-elf boy in front of her had. In terms of wisdom and knowledge, he was much stronger than many of his own kind.

As a long-lived race, it is such a proud thing to be able to become a swordsmanship master in your teens.

What's more, the demon hunter not only has superb swordsmanship and a stronger physique than ordinary people, but can also use some spells, which makes him more powerful than ordinary swordsman masters. In her mind, he even better meets the definition of a strong person than those weak spellcasters.

She really liked the feeling of being with Wayne and couldn't help asking again:

"Are you really not considering staying here, Wayne?"

"If it's you, you will definitely be able to bring more hope to our elves."

"I need your help too."

Hearing this, Wayne looked into the elf's eyes, shook his head gently, and said nothing.

Toruvel reluctantly withdrew her hand and said:

"Well, Wayne, you have your own path, and I won't force you."

"The reward for this commission will be based on what we agreed upon before, 1,500 ducats, or a quarter of the spoils in the ruins."

"If you choose the former, I can get it for you right now."

"And if you choose the latter, the value should be higher, but those spoils will take time to process, and we don't know the specific value. Your reward will be delayed for a while."

"But if you trust me, I will have someone send the money to you after I finish the process."

Wayne nodded. This wasn't any trick played by Toruviel. He had explored the entire ruins himself, and he knew exactly what the spoils were.

Time is the most powerful weapon. Countless powerful warriors, spellcasters or kings have turned into dust before it.

Perhaps this relic was priceless thousands of years ago and contained countless wealth, but now, except for some precious metals that are difficult to corrode and oxidize, everything else no longer exists and has become waste.

However, it will definitely take some time to transform these inheritances into usable wealth.

Wayne waved his hand and said to the female elf:

"Don't bother, Toruvil. I'll choose 1,500 ducats."

Hearing that Wayne had something to ask of her, Toruweir did not refuse and said with a slightly serious expression:

"What is it? If I can do it, I won't refuse it?"

Wayne waved his finger, signaling the female elf not to be so serious, and said with a smile: "It's just a small matter, don't be nervous."

"I just want to know if you know an elven warlock. The spoils here are of great historical value. Perhaps you can get a higher reward by selling them to the elven warlock."

"And if you know any warlocks, you can help me sell those gargoyle hearts to them."

"I remember this thing being quite popular in the warlock community."

The female elf hesitated for a few seconds after hearing this. She had originally promised the adult that she would not tell anyone else the news. However, out of trust in Wayne, she still said, "I can try to help, Wayne."

"I know a lady who is a powerful spellcaster. It is because of her help that I and other residents are able to stay in this ruin."

"If that lady is interested, I will sell her your gargoyle heart, and then I will find a way to have someone transfer the money to you."

"No, no, no, you don't have to find someone to deliver it." Wayne waved his hands quickly.

"We demon hunters need to take commissions everywhere. I don't even know which country I will stay in."

He thought for a moment and said directly, "I will return to Kaedwen before this winter. If you are still here by then, please transfer the money to me."

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After completing this expert-level commission, Wayne was in a very good mood. Geralt's injuries were basically healed and he was able to carry out various activities freely.

In accordance with the agreement before departure, Wayne generously shared the reward of 1,500 ducats with him, 750 ducats each, in exchange for White Wolf's closer attitude towards him.

This is a huge sum of money. If they just spend on food and drink, it would be enough for two people to spend for a whole year.

After completing the commission, he did not leave in a hurry, but stayed in the camp for another two days. After confirming that the ruins were truly safe, he solemnly said goodbye to Toruveil, the first friend he had made.

The system also explains the dimensional rift left by that place of magic.

If this world were a human world, then this dimensional crack would only be considered a tiny insignificant wound, not even a superficial injury.

Unless someone uses rituals or magic to guide them, it is impossible for powerful creatures from another world to come into this world through this wound.

During these two days, Wayne was not idle. He pulled his black mare, which he named Lucifer, and found the elf again to ask for her guidance.

Toruveil agreed to this request very enthusiastically, and together with Wayne, she practiced riding skills on the mare in the forest.

Wayne had a great talent for sports and he finally succeeded in learning the basics of riding before saying goodbye, and also acquired an additional skill called riding.

Riding skill LV1: Compatibility with the mount +1.

When the day of their separation came, Wayne and Geralt, leading their respective mounts and carrying their luggage, stood at the exit of the cave and said goodbye to Toruveil and several acquaintances they had met in the camp during this period.

The female elf leader stepped forward and hugged Wayne, gave him a gentle farewell kiss on the cheek, and gave him a carefully prepared gift.

It was an exquisite longbow made of special wood, with a total length of nearly eighty centimeters from the top to the bottom.

There are some elven inscriptions carved on the bow, and the bowstring is made of tanned animal leather of an unknown species, which is very tough.

This was a gift that Toruviel gave to Wayne after she heard that Wayne wanted to learn archery.

At the same time, for the current elves, the bow and arrow is also their most powerful weapon. Perhaps, this also reflects Toruvir's hidden hope. She hopes that Wayne will not forget his bloodline and help more elves.

But all good things must come to an end. After the two sides said goodbye in a friendly manner, the two witchers, Wayne and Geralt, took their generous rewards and gifts from their friends, and disappeared into the forest as everyone watched.

(End of this chapter)