Last night, after completing Misha's commission, he taught a lesson to several unruly people who wanted to provoke him, and got the reward he deserved from the bearded village chief who wanted to delay payment.

But a whole day of high-intensity exercise had left his body exhausted, and he was unable to enter the forest overnight to meet Wayne.

However, out of his responsibility to the only witcher apprentice in decades, White Wolf took advantage of daybreak and braved the cold wind of early spring to go into the forest.

But when he led his mount Luobo and rushed through the forest for two hours on a mountain road, his clothes and hair were covered with the cold dew of the early morning, his body was shivering slightly from the cold, and he finally arrived near the cave he found yesterday, the scene that came into his eyes made him stunned on the spot.

He saw that the Wayne boy, who had made him very worried last night, was sitting on a black horse with the beautiful female elf he met yesterday. They were very intimate and were walking leisurely in the forest.

The most infuriating thing was that the hateful boy had one hand around the elf's slender waist and the other hand holding the reins of the horse. After seeing him, he didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt. Instead, he showed a carefree smile and rode his horse straight to his side.

"Geralt, you're really early."

"This horse is a gift from Toruweil. She is teaching me how to ride a horse."

"Once we have completed her commission, we can all go on a horseback trip together."

After hearing what Wayne said, Geralt was even more surprised. In this era, a good horse was a valuable asset. Except for the nobles, it was basically impossible for anyone to give a good horse to others.

However, looking at the boy's smiling face, Geralt couldn't help but feel angry, and said with a slightly mocking tone:

"It seems like you had a good time last night. Compared to the fragrant elves, it must be much better than me in the farmer's house, smelling cow dung and eating bread."

In just one night, his descendant had established a good relationship with the female elf leader in front of him and also received such a gift. There must be some unknown story behind this.

Thinking of this, he even temporarily forgot the coldness in his body.

Toruveil frowned when she heard this, but did not expose Wayne's lie. This was something they had agreed on before. Although she didn't know why Wayne would hide the matter of Geralt's money, she would not rashly interrupt and affect the relationship between them.

Wayne wanted to say something else, but when he saw the remaining dew on Geralt's hair and body, and his body trembling slightly from the cold, he immediately understood why the White Wolf had come so early and why he looked so disheveled, and he couldn't help but feel warm in his heart.

He dismounted, fell beside Geralt, patted him on the shoulder, and said:

"Turuweier is a sensible leader, much better than those rude and cunning people."

"Let's go into the cave first. There is a campfire in the camp, and they have prepared breakfast."

"Let's discuss the commission."

Half an hour later.

After finishing breakfast, the three of them gathered around a campfire, enjoying the warmth brought by the fire while quietly discussing the issue of the elven ruins.

Geralt leaned forward, propping his chin with one hand and lighting a fire with a piece of wood in the other, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Wayne, Toruvir, cleaning up an underground ruin is not an easy task."

"I've done a similar commission before. That time, I spent half a month killing hundreds of monsters before I could clear a small underground temple."

"There are countless monsters living in the underground environment, and we can't be sure what kind of monsters we will encounter during the cleanup."

Wayne nodded when he heard this, reached out to take the cider jug ​​handed to him by Toruvir, and poured a glass for Geralt beside him before speaking:

“That’s not a problem, Geralt.”

"We are demon hunters and have plenty of time to clean up this ruin. Toruvir is willing to provide all the help we can and will not force us to complete the task in a short period of time. They can even send their warriors to help us."

He turned around and looked at the female elf leader, then told Geralt the terms they had agreed upon.

"Once the commission is completed, Toruvir is willing to pay us 1,500 ducats, or a quarter of the spoils in the ruins."

"This is a huge sum of money, enough to last us for a long time."

After hearing such a generous reward, Geralt pursed his lips, looked up at Wayne, and seeing that his junior seemed to have made up his mind, he no longer objected.

This job was originally within the acceptable range for the demon hunter, and the pay was so generous, but because it was a little dangerous and out of concern for Wayne's safety, he was so cautious.

If it was just him, he might have agreed long ago.

Geralt sighed imperceptibly and said to Wayne, "Well, Wayne, I'll go to the forest to collect herbs and kill some monsters to replenish my potion reserves."

"Don't be idle either. Prepare the tools needed for refining medicine, and go ask the camp to see if they have any silver. Find a way to coat your steel sword with a layer of silver."

"There are so many monsters in the ruins. Only by using the silver sword can we cause the greatest damage to them."

After Geralt finished speaking, Toruvir said, "Don't worry, White Wolf. Wayne has already discussed this matter with me before."

"I have asked the blacksmith Wixon in the camp to prepare iron felt and a furnace. Everyone should have some silver jewelry in their hands. Although the conditions are simple, his skills are very good and he should be able to help a little."

Hearing this, Geralt couldn't help but nod slightly. To be honest, in his career as a demon hunter, he rarely encountered employers who were so willing to support their work and cooperate with them in pre-war preparations.

On a daily basis, we meet either the arrogant and ignorant fools, the nobles and wealthy businessmen, the self-righteous respectable people, or the cunning and shameless people who want to default on their debts.

If every employer is willing to cooperate with them in this way, then the work of the demon hunters will surely be countless times simpler.

Geralt pursed his lips, tasted the delicious and sweet cider in his hand, and closed his eyes in enjoyment.

After more than ten seconds, he said, "That's it for now, Wayne, Toruvel, we'll take a short break today and make all the preparations for the war."

"Wait until tomorrow morning to start cleaning up this ruin."

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