Coupled with the Gwent deck he sponsored as a friendly donation, White Wolf can already be considered a Gwent master.

The two of them played back and forth for seven or eight rounds, until the food was almost cold, and then they stopped with a sense of unsatisfaction.

Geralt was luckier and won more than a dozen Orens and a more ordinary card from Revalden, which made Revalden a little frustrated.

Of course, he didn't care about this little money, but he felt a little regretful that he couldn't make any money from Geralt, Wayne's companion.

After lunch, the fat businessman wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead, smacked his lips, and said with emotion: "Alas! Ever since I ate the bear paws cooked by Mr. Wayne last time, I feel that these rough foods are hard to swallow now."

“I just don’t know when I’ll have the chance to taste such delicious food again.”

Wayne chuckled. He certainly knew that Revarden was not as greedy as he said. However, as a big businessman, this guy was quite powerful in Vizima. More than ten years later, he even became the behind-the-scenes financial supporter of Princess Yadan.

Wayne didn't mind maintaining a good relationship with such a guy.

So, he smiled and said:

"You don't have to wait long, Mr. Revarden. In a few days, after I move to my new home, I will invite my friends to my house for a celebratory dinner."

"I sincerely invite you to join us in this celebration. I will personally cook and carefully prepare a table of delicious dishes."

Upon hearing this, Revarden smiled in surprise.

"That's great, Wayne. I will definitely be there on time. I'm really looking forward to that day coming soon."

I have to say that Revarden's expression was so natural and sincere. If Wayne didn't know his true face, perhaps many people would have been deceived by him.

Take Geralt for example. Wayne could feel that although Geralt did not yet regard Revalden as a friend, he must have some good feelings towards this generous and kind businessman.

After some socializing, the three of them finally started talking about the commission.

Revarden's commission was actually not that troublesome. This guy spent a large sum of money at the city hall and bought a large forest outside the city of Vizima, intending to build a large logging site there.

However, industries like this that develop virgin forests will always encounter various wild monsters in the forest.

According to Revarden, three lumberjacks have been injured during this period, and other workers are unable to work properly, which has affected work efficiency.

Therefore, he wanted to hire a witcher to help him clear the monsters in the forest and ensure the normal operation of the sawmill.

After a conversation, Wayne discovered that this was a long-term and quite leisurely job. He could only go out when there were monsters, and could slack off when there was nothing to do. There was also a fixed salary every week. For a demon hunter, it was simply a good job.

Wayne and Geralt discussed it and decided to take on the commission.

However, a sawmill does not require two demon hunters to guard it. Two of them will take turns to be on duty in the sawmill, while the other one will stay in Vizima to handle commissions in the city.

After discussing the commission, Wayne asked Revarden another question.

"Mr. Revarden, you have many friends and connections in Vizima. Can you introduce me to a skilled blacksmith? I would like him to help me make a piece of equipment."

Rewarden paused after hearing this. He looked up at Wayne, thought for more than ten seconds and then said, "You are really lucky, Mr. Wayne. I even doubt whether the goddess of luck is really blessing you."

"Just last month, I recruited a group of dwarven lumberjacks. The foreman's father, Mr. Ohunt, is a highly skilled dwarven blacksmith. It is said that he is also a well-known weapon master among the Carbon Mountain dwarves of Mahakam."

At this point, the fat businessman pondered for a few seconds, tapped the table with his index finger with a jeweled ring, and said:

"But you also know that most dwarves have strange personalities. This Master Ohunt is not short of money. If you want him to forge a weapon for you, I don't know if he is willing to do so."

"I can write you a letter of introduction, but you have to handle the rest on your own."

Wayne was quite satisfied with this answer. He nodded and thanked sincerely, "Thank you, Mr. Revardon."

After leaving the Kingfisher Inn, the two set off to return to the Fox Tavern. Geralt asked with interest, "Wayne, are you looking for the dwarf blacksmith to make some equipment?"

Wayne tilted his head to look at Geralt, patted the steel sword at his waist, and said:

"You should be able to guess, I only have a steel sword now, not a silver sword. I have to borrow your silver sword every time I fight. If I encounter an emergency, isn't that very dangerous?"

Geralt nodded, but asked in surprise, "Have you saved enough money? My master silver sword was made in Novigrad, and it cost me almost a thousand crowns. It took me two full years to save that much money."

In fact, Wayne found it a bit difficult to explain this problem. He had to buy a new house and forge a silver sword recently. Both of these expenses were not small amounts. He and Geralt had been staying together all the time, and he couldn't even find a good excuse for the source of the money.

So, Wayne could only say vaguely: "I made a small fortune there when I defeated the Wild Dog Gang last time."

"Although it's not enough to pay for these two expenses, I will find a way when the time comes."

Seeing this, Geralt didn't ask any more questions, but patted Wayne on the shoulder.

The money he had was only enough for his expenses. After his last visit to the Queen of the Night Club, he had spent most of it and had no extra money to lend to Wayne.

After returning to the Fox Tavern, Dandelion came running over to Geralt before he even sat down. He winked and said a few words in Geralt's ear, and then the two of them went out again, arm in arm.

Wayne roughly guessed what the two of them wanted to do, probably wanting to rescue those prostitutes again.

Ever since Wayne rejected their invitations several times, the two of them no longer invited him to go to such places.

Wayne was not interested in these vulgar people. Geralt was not around in the afternoon, so he could relax and prepare to open another wave of treasure chests.

Next, whether it is forging a silver sword or buying a house, a large sum of money is needed. He currently has less than a thousand orens in total, so he estimates that he needs to prepare at least three thousand orens to cover the expenses of these two things.

After greeting Old York who was standing behind the counter, Wayne was about to go upstairs to open the box when Old York suddenly said, "Hey! Little bastard, I've sold all your stuff. Remember to come to me to get the money."

Hearing this, Wayne looked back at Old York and couldn't help but sigh. The local tyrants are local tyrants. In less than a week, they had dealt with all the stolen goods.

He needs money right now, this is like timely help.

He thanked Old York a few times, but Old York did not appreciate it. Instead, he snorted and said, "Hmph! Your mother's death anniversary is coming soon. Remember to donate some money to the Meliteia Church and pay tribute to your mother."

"Anyway, if she hadn't insisted on sending you to be a demon hunter, you might have died a long time ago."

(Thanks to the two big guys for the reward today, thank you for your support. PS: Your names are all numbers and cannot be copied. I am lazy and will not write them down. Muah!) (End of this chapter)