He looked at the bearded dwarf Horton who brought him this good fortune, took his fine iron battle axe and played with it for a few times, then said with a smile: "Bearded man, although I also like your axe and pipe, I neither smoke nor am I good at using an axe."

"So, how about making a deal?"

Hearing about the deal, Holden subconsciously covered his empty wallet and asked in a silly voice: "What deal, demon hunter?"

"I have no money left, I'll tell you in advance."

"Clean than the ass of a female dwarf who fucks a horse."

"If you still want to play cards, I will have to pull out the gold tooth in my mouth and play with you again."

Hearing the dwarf's silly words, Wayne felt like laughing. He placed Horton's pipe, jewel ring and iron battle axe in front of the dwarf and pushed them towards him.

In a tempting tone he said:

"I like the game Gwent very much, and I am willing to help you dwarves promote this game."

"But I don't even have my own deck, so it's hard to let others know about their fun."

"How about this, I return your things to you, and you give me half of your Gwent cards, how about that?"

After hearing Wayne's words, bearded Horton's expression immediately became conflicted.

The pipe, the axe and the jewel ring were all his beloved personal belongings that had accompanied him for many years, so of course he was reluctant to give them up.

However, the Gwent deck in his hand was also won one by one from other dwarves, and he put a lot of effort and hard work into each card.

However, after struggling for more than ten seconds, the dwarf still chose his personal belongings. After all, if the cards were gone, he could still win them, but if the beloved things were gone, it would be difficult to find a replacement.

Bearded Horton was quite honest and straightforward. After reaching a deal with Wayne, he did not cheat at all and directly gave half of his Gwent cards to Wayne. There were more than 40 cards in total, and there were even two relatively rare cards.

At this time, Gwent had not yet been promoted, and everything was in its infancy. There were not many types of cards, and even the camps were not divided. There was no Nilfgaard, Skellige, or Scoia'tael, or monster camp.

However, the basic rules are already relatively complete, and the battles between all camps will also bring all kinds of unexpected fun, which is quite entertaining.

A few hours later, when Toruveil and his men had cleaned up the underground pond and arranged guards and other related work.

She was surprised to find that the half-elf witcher, whom she respected very much, was holding the small card toys that the dwarves liked to play with, and was looking for people to bet with all over the camp, including men, women, young and old.

The most infuriating thing is that this guy has superb skills and very good luck. In less than an afternoon, he emptied the pockets of many residents who like gambling.

He even won some of the gambler's personal belongings and almost took off his pants.

This made Toruweir feel a little embarrassed. If she hadn't run over in time to stop them, those gamblers who had lost so much money might have done something even more shameful to her.

Wayne also realized that he was a little too proud of himself, but it was not his fault, because he found that in order to upgrade the level of Gwent and obtain the lucky attribute, it did not require long-term hard study and practice like swordsmanship and magic signs, and gradually improve his proficiency.

If you want to improve your proficiency in Gwent, you must compete with others at stake, and you must win in order to achieve any results.

Judging from the results of his test this afternoon, if he beats an ordinary person who knows nothing and is just making up the numbers, his Gwent level will not be improved at all.

But unfortunately, winning money repeatedly does not increase proficiency like gaining points. It seems that he can only win a proficiency reward from each person once.

After getting the test results, Wayne achieved his goal. He scratched his head pretending to be apologetic and said to Toruvir with a sincere expression: "Sorry, sorry, Toruvir, I just learned this new game, and I got a little carried away?"

"This game is very interesting. Maybe you should take some time to learn it. It will exercise your thinking ability and make you smarter."

"As for these personal belongings, you can take them back and return them to your residents. Tell them that you bought them from me. They will be more grateful to you."

However, the female elf frowned slightly when she heard this, then took out a hundred ducats from the pocket on her belt, handed them to Wayne, and said:

"Just as you say, Wayne."

"But I won't take these things for nothing. You earned them. You deserve them."

Wayne shrugged indifferently at Toruveille's actions. He did not continue talking about Gwent, but started talking about business directly.

"Although my companion Geralt is injured, I will continue to help you clean up the ruins."

"Of course, if I'm the only one cleaning, I'll be more careful and it might take a little longer. I hope you don't mind."

Toruviel was quite sensible. From the battle this morning, she realized that if she wanted to clean up the ruins, she had to hire a demon hunter.

Otherwise, with all the elves and dwarves under her command, it would take countless sacrifices to complete this task.

As for the consumption of time, there is no need to worry about it. The lifespan of non-human races is generally longer, and time is not a very urgent matter for them.

The next day, Wayne replenished his supplies and started working again after following Geralt's instructions.

In order to allow Wayne to fight more safely, White Wolf even lent him his silver sword temporarily.

This is a silver-white sword with countless inscriptions carved on it. Compared to ordinary steel swords, it is unknown what kind of metal is added to this silver sword. It is light, sharp, and very strong.

It is said that this is the most valuable piece of equipment on Geralt, much more expensive than his armor or mount. Before every battle, he would think twice and only choose to use this weapon when he was sure that he had to use the silver sword.

Normally, I would not even bear to take it out, and would always hide it on the radish and not use it easily.

During the battle, White Wolf would be especially careful not to allow the sword to have any chips or damage, otherwise, the cost of repairing the sword would be higher than his mission remuneration.

Thinking of the look in Geralt's eyes when he lent him the sword, as if he was lending his wife to someone else, Wayne felt like laughing, but also a little touched.

Even though they haven't been together for a long time, these witchers from the Wolf School are really loyal and righteous. They are not brothers, but they are better than brothers.

And being able to have a group of good brothers who can treat each other sincerely in such a cold and barbaric era is undoubtedly a heartwarming thing.

(End of this chapter)