When Wayne accompanied Geralt, who was walking a little shakily, out of the dark corridor, Toruvere, who was guarding the gate, immediately came to greet them.

Her face was solemn and she glanced at Wayne's body. When she saw that he had no obvious injuries, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although they had not seen it with their own eyes, the three of them could still hear the sound of the honeycomb bomb exploding and the faint roars of countless monsters even though they were separated by a corridor.

The battle there was obviously more intense than they had imagined.

After seeing Toruvir, Wayne said to the female elf leader without hesitation: "Truvir, Geralt is injured. Let the doctor in the camp treat him."

Then, he pointed at the two subordinates beside the female elf and said:

"in addition."

"You arrange a few people to bring torches with me to the place where I just fought and carry away the bodies."

"The smell of blood there is too strong. If it is not cleaned up in time, the monsters will gather again soon."

Toruvir nodded when she heard that, then turned to the capable-looking elven archer beside her and whispered a few words in elven language, then turned back to Wayne and said, "I've arranged everything, Wayne, let's go over there and take a look first."

Wayne didn't waste any time hearing this. He turned around and took her and the dwarf warrior in heavy armor through the corridor and back to the underground pond.

However, this time, the three did not move forward in the dark. Toruveil and the dwarf warrior held torches to light the road ahead, while Wayne held a silver sword and guarded in front to prevent any accidents.

When they passed through the archway and came to the terrace of the pond, the scene before them made Toruviel and the dwarf warrior gasp.

I saw that the semicircular terrace at the exit was covered with a large amount of blood and broken limbs. There was a foul smell of blood in the air. On the ground, there were dozens of corpses of water ghosts lying densely.

Judging from the sword marks and traces of fire burns on their bodies, they were obviously killed by Geralt and Wayne.

Toruweier was shocked for several seconds, but soon came to her senses. She restrained the expression on her face, looked at Wayne with more seriousness, and asked, "Wayne, what should we do now?"

Wayne still did not let his guard down. Although he killed the little fog monster that attacked Geralt, the area of ​​this pond was not small, and he could not be sure whether there were other little fog monsters lurking in other places.

Hearing Toruweier's question, he thought for more than ten seconds and said:

"Let's get these water ghosts' bodies out first. It's best to burn them. Even if you want to bury them, you have to bury them farther away."

"Otherwise, their corpses are likely to attract corpse-eating creatures underground."

"Also, get some more lighting tools. The other side of this arch bridge is connected to another area. You'd better arrange people to guard the gate to prevent other monsters from rushing out from there."

"I have to check all the entrances and exits here, to prevent monsters from appearing from nowhere in the future."

The female elf nodded, took Wayne's words to heart, and prepared to arrange someone to complete it later.

Speaking of which, Toruweil was somewhat thankful at this moment, thankful for the good luck of herself and others.

They didn't expect that there was such a large group of monsters living so close to them. If they hadn't happened to find the two demon hunters, Wayne and Geralt, they might have been killed and wounded by the monsters that emerged from here at any time.

After about ten minutes, the elf archer came in with a dozen warriors. They were surprised at the large number of monster corpses here, and then, under the command of Toruveil, they began to carry the corpses out one by one in an orderly manner.

No one knows how many monsters live in the underground areas that humans cannot explore, and the light and burning flames can drive away those monsters to a certain extent.

This may be one of the reasons why the Church of Eternal Fire is so popular among ordinary people.

However, considering that the thick smoke from the burning bodies might expose their location, Toruweier finally chose to have the bodies transported deeper into the forest, allowing these monsters to return to nature.

A group of people were busy doing their own jobs. Wayne spent less than half an hour fighting, but by the time they had dealt with the corpses and bloodstains, searched the entire underground pond, and completely resolved all worries in this area, three or four hours had passed.

After a day's work.

Wayne said goodbye to Toruveille, who was still busy arranging affairs, and dragged his tired body back to the camp, preparing to look for Geralt.

But I saw this experienced witcher sitting opposite a dwarf, sitting together by the campfire, fiddling with something.

There were also several elves and dwarves around them who were watching the fun.

With curiosity in mind, Wayne walked closer and found that Geralt was wrapped in several bandages and wearing a thick black cotton jacket. He was looking intently at some exquisite cards in his hand, and seemed to be struggling over which card to play.

The dwarf opposite him was also looking at Geralt nervously. The cards between the two were neatly arranged into six rows. Seven or eight ducats were stacked together in the center of the cards. This should be the bet between the two of them.

The audience around watched the battle between the two with excitement and anticipation, as if this card game had great appeal.

Seeing this, Wayne had already guessed what they were doing. They were playing Gwent. He originally thought that this kind of game had not yet been born, or even if it had been born, it was currently just a self-entertainment among a few dwarves.

I didn’t expect that I would come across this interesting game which became widely circulated in later generations just after I came down the mountain.

And this seemed to be the first time Geralt came into contact with Gwent. After all, in the two years he had been with the White Wolf, he had never heard him talk about this game in Kaer Morhen.

Seeing that Geralt was still hesitating about how to play his cards, Wayne curiously came behind him, wanting to see what kind of cards the White Wolf had in his hand.

After just a few seconds of casual viewing, the experienced Quint gambling king Wayne had already figured out how to win.

However, this was a bet between Geralt and the dwarf on the opposite side. Although he knew how to win, he would not interrupt at this time and disturb their interest.

Perhaps it was because he had the scent of a water ghost on him, he was discovered by Geralt as soon as he got closer.

However, White Wolf was in high spirits at the moment. He just turned his head and took a look. After finding that it was Wayne, he nodded very casually and turned his attention back to the gambling.

Unfortunately, in a Gwent duel, what is needed is skill, luck, and a powerful deck; personal will rarely plays a role.

In the end, after struggling for a few minutes, Geralt lost to the dwarf on the opposite side due to his lack of experience and powerful Gwent cards.

And those ducats that Geralt earned from Misha's commission were all lost before he could even warm up to them.

(There is one more chapter, which will be posted later.) (End of this chapter)