The next morning, because Wayne was going to hold a wedding and housewarming dinner, Geralt packed his luggage early and rushed back to Vizima from the lumberyard in Revarden.

After he left this time, Wayne was the only demon hunter left in the city, so after the two discussed it, they resigned from this stable job to Revarden.

To be honest, Geralt was still a little reluctant about this job. After being a witcher for so many years, he rarely met an open-minded employer like Revalden. This job was leisurely, without any discipline, and the salary was high. It was simply the most suitable job for slacking off.

In the camp, he was also respected by other lumberjacks and managers, which made Geralt quite happy.

Unfortunately, demon hunters are born to protect people from being harmed by monsters, which is also the purpose for which they were created by wizards.

Wandering around, maintaining neutrality, and protecting more people are the ideas that the old witcher Vesemir taught these apprentices.

Although dealing with those unruly people often ends in a messy and unpleasant situation, after so many years, this concept has been deeply rooted in the hearts of every Wolf School Demon Hunter.

He led his mount Carrot, pushed open the gate of the villa, walked around the main house and came to the backyard. Suddenly, he found that in addition to Wayne's Lucifer, there were three other good horses in the stable, which had filled up the four stalls in the stable.

Are there any guests coming?

Geralt looked back at Radish thoughtfully. The docile mare rubbed his chin with her head, and then he tied her to the pillar of the well.

As soon as I walked into the villa, a series of unconcealed female sounds of pleasure came from Wayne's room on the second floor.

This discovery made Geralt both surprised and a little embarrassed. After not seeing his brother for a few days, he didn't expect that his brother was so capable and had already brought two girls home.

He walked lightly, not wanting to disturb his brother's good time, and was about to get a bottle of beer from the wine cabinet to quench his thirst.

Suddenly I saw a short and fat middle-aged man with chestnut curly hair, sitting at the table next to the wine cabinet, drinking by himself with a plate of peanuts, looking quite comfortable.

After seeing Geralt, the man was not surprised. Instead, he raised the red wine in his hand, as if inviting him to come over and drink with him.

Geralt said nothing, thought for two seconds, then walked to the wine table, poured himself a large glass of dwarven beer from the oak barrel next to the wine cabinet, and sat next to him.

The man was quite enthusiastic, and there was a kind of enthusiasm in his voice that ordinary people did not have.

"Hey, friend, you must be Geralt the White Wolf, right?"

When he got closer, Geralt discovered that on the short and fat man's chest was an emblem of three black birds side by side. With his limited knowledge of heraldry, he couldn't tell where this nobleman or knight came from.

"Yes, I'm Geralt, are you a friend of Wayne?"

Geralt's voice is hoarse and low. People who meet him for the first time are often frightened by his expressionless face, dry voice and scars on his face, and stay away from him.

However, the man in front of him did not show any abnormality. Instead, he showed a rather kind smile and said jokingly:

"Yes, even though we just met yesterday, Wayne can definitely become one of my best friends."

"My name is Borch, and my friends like to call me the Three Jackdaws."

"Unfortunately, our friend Wayne is busy dealing with two little wild cats! He has been busy since last night."

"The random screams of ah, ah, ah, keep me awake at night."

"I've been drinking here all night. I have to say, your demon hunters' physical strength is really envied by all men."

Borch's bold, humorous and outgoing personality made Geralt feel very comfortable.

He raised his eyebrows, took a big sip of the dwarven beer in his hand, and boasted with a little pride: "That's the truth, Mr. Borch. Although we witchers cannot have children, we are the best bed partners."

"Ha, just like those stupid peasants say, even sorceresses are enchanted by our bodies."

"If you go to the brothels in the city and ask around, you might hear about me, the white-haired hunk."

"Many beauties in Vizima are even willing to serve me for free."

Borch laughed, passed the peanuts in front of him to Geralt, and complimented him, "Wayne told me last night that you are one of the most powerful swordsmen in the north."

"Everyone says you have two swords. Now it seems that you should have three swords, right?"

At this time, Wayne, wearing a thin linen shirt, revealing his strong chest muscles, walked down from the second floor.

Seeing the two people chatting so happily at the table, he also smiled, took a glass of red wine, and sat at another seat.

"Seeing you guys chatting so happily, I feel relieved."

He looked at Geralt and introduced:

"Geralt, this is Mr. Borch, my friend and the employer of our next commission."

Geralt raised his eyebrows when he heard this, looked at Wayne with a puzzled look, and said:

"Commission?"

"Ha, if I remember correctly, today should be my practice dinner. I don't remember any commission that needs to be completed by the two of us."

Wayne didn't care about Geralt's slightly sarcastic tone, and continued:

"It's a big commission, Geralt. Each person needs 1,500 orens, which is enough for you to spend most of the year."

"In Holober City, many people are organizing dragon-slaying teams and are preparing to go to the mountains to hunt down a pregnant green dragon."

Geralt was shocked by the huge reward, but after hearing the content, he frowned and said, "Green dragon? Dragon slayer?"

"Wayne, you should know that I don't kill dragons, no matter if they are evil dragons or other dragons. No matter how much money you give me, I will not hunt dragons."

Wayne patted Geralt on the shoulder, signaling him not to get excited, and continued, "Don't worry, Geralt. This dragon is very important to Mr. Borch. He hired us at a high price, not to slay the dragon, but to protect it, to protect it from being killed by other dragon hunting teams."

"And this dragon is not an evil dragon. She is just a poor mother who is trying to protect her children from being harmed."

Geralt was silent for a few seconds after hearing this. He looked at Borch, then looked at Wayne beside him, and said in a somewhat silent voice:

"Slaying a dragon is no small matter."

"This matter must involve many people from other forces, Wayne. As demon hunters, perhaps we shouldn't get involved. Dealing with too many forces will often lead us into some conspiracies."

"Vesemir should have taught you this."

Seeing that Geralt seemed to want to lecture him, Wayne immediately used his trump card.

He interrupted Geralt's sermon with his hand, glanced at him, and said:

"It's a bit troublesome indeed. I heard from Keira that there is a sorceress named Yennefer who will also participate in the dragon slaying for some special reason."

"Geralt, my brother, I seem to have heard you say before that you also know a sorceress named Yennefer."

"Do you think they are the same person?"

When Geralt heard Yennefer's name, he was immediately stunned. The last time he met his dream lover was a few years ago.

Because he couldn't stand Yennefer's somewhat perverted desire for control, he quietly left one morning when Yennefer was still asleep.

Since then, the sorceress has been on a cold war with him and seems to be deliberately avoiding him. The two have not seen each other for several years.

Unexpectedly, he would suddenly hear this name from Wayne's mouth, and it appeared in a very dangerous dragon-slaying incident. How could Geralt, a bootlicker, sit still?

He was silent for several seconds, then looked up and saw Wayne's playful eyes, but still gritted his teeth and said:

"But you're right, Wayne. Since we're helping a friend and saving a kind green dragon, accepting this commission is what we should do."

After saying this, Geralt took a sip of beer awkwardly, then coughed lightly and said, "So, when do we leave? I think it's best to hurry up so as not to delay the important business."

(End of this chapter)