The next afternoon, in O. Henry's dwarf blacksmith shop.

"Haha, kid, my points are three times yours, and you only have three cards left in your hand."

"If three cards can kill me in seconds, I will swallow the bottle in my hand whole, hahahaha."

The dwarf master, who had finally seen hope of victory and had lost six games in a row, stroked his beard happily, then savored a sip of East of Toussaint's East and laughed heartily.

Wayne, who was sitting opposite him, was not panicked at all and gave the dwarf a meaningful smile.

First, he released a terrain rain card, forcing all the siege equipment cards of both sides to become one point, destroying the dwarf's highest-point cards. Then he took out a horn card and placed it on his own ranged column, directly doubling the ranged points on his side.

Finally, under the stunned gaze of the dwarf master, Wayne took out another horn card and put it in his melee column.

With just three cards, the situation was reversed and the bet was successfully won.

Wayne reached out and picked up his glass of Dong Zhi Dong, and took a sip comfortably. The sweet taste with a hint of smoky flavor lingered in his mouth. He glanced at the huge red wine bottle and said quietly:

"Master O. Henry, this bottle is too big. Even you dwarves can't fit it in their throats. Do you really want to swallow it?"

The dwarf master didn't expect that his boasting would be immediately punished. Hearing Wayne's ridicule, his bronze old face couldn't help but blush.

Just when he was about to say a few words to save his face, the bastard Wayne across from him said:

"Of course, I know you are joking, Master. However, I have already won the Gwent game as agreed. I wonder if you can agree to my small request."

Hearing this, O. Henry suppressed his frustration over losing the Gwent game, and asked Wayne with some curiosity, "This is a small matter, of course I can agree to it."

"But I'm a little curious, Wayne. As a demon hunter, why don't you just go out and kill monsters for commissions? Why did you want to learn forging techniques from me?"

"Your demon hunting commissions make more money than we make from blacksmithing."

Upon hearing this, Wayne picked up the master-level silver sword made by the dwarf master, pulled it out of the scabbard, revealing the gleaming blade and the exquisite and mysterious magic inscriptions on the sword, admiring it with some intoxication.

This sword took Master O. Henry two days and two nights to forge, with the assistance of seven or eight dwarf blacksmiths. Just looking at its appearance is enough to make a warrior intoxicated.

After a few seconds, he finally answered:

"Master, this is one of my wishes."

"As a warrior, I hope to have the most powerful weapons and armor in the world, but with my personality, I would rather forge it myself than expect others to forge it for me."

"To create the strongest weapons and armor in the world?"

O. Henry was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then he murmured something, and couldn't help laughing. He said "ambitious", and then his expression became serious and he said with disdain: "Asshole boy, I have been specialized in forging for seventy years, and I dare not say this."

"You are a kid who knows nothing, yet you dare to speak so arrogantly. You really don't know your place."

After cursing, the dwarf blacksmith took the lit pipe, took a puff of the fragrant tobacco, and after enjoying it comfortably for a few seconds, he said: "Well, kid, I don't care what your bullshit reasons are. We dwarves always keep our promises."

"From today on, you can come to our blacksmith shop at any time to learn forging techniques. If you have any questions, you can ask me or other dwarves."

"You don't have to be my apprentice. We won't play those empty games. If you have any good wine in the future, just bring some over for me to taste."

Seeing that his goal was achieved, Wayne immediately praised Master O. Henry several times, but the dwarf blacksmith did not appreciate it. He cursed Wayne loudly and drove him out of his room.

Speaking of which, Master O. Henry is really a man of character. A master-level silver sword of the Wolf School, including labor and materials, would cost at least more than a thousand orens.

Geralt once revealed that he forged his silver sword in Novigrad using the one thousand crowns he had saved for three years.

Converted at the current exchange rate, one crown is equivalent to approximately seven orens. His master-level silver sword is worth almost 1,400 orens, making it the most expensive equipment for most demon hunters.

After receiving the bottle of East of the East, Master O. Henry never mentioned any reward again, and generously shared the bottle of wine with Wayne.

This is a dwarf friend worth making friends with, Wayne thought to himself, avoiding the crowd on the road and quickly returning to the Fox Tavern where he currently lived.

As soon as he entered the tavern, a cute girl in a maid costume came up to him. She saluted Wayne with a blushing face, timidly handed him an invitation, and said:

"Mr. Wayne, this is the birthday invitation that Lady Kayla asked me to pass on to you. She invites you to attend her birthday dinner in two days."

Wayne took the invitation from the girl, smiled at her and said:

The girl's face turned even redder when she heard this. She was asked by her mistress Kayla to join the battlefield in the second half of the night.

But because she was an ordinary human and a virgin, she lasted less than two hours before falling asleep. When she woke up in the morning, the hostess and Wayne had already left the mansion.

But the demon hunter's wild and strong body and endless energy have become beautiful memories that will never be forgotten in her mind.

She blushed and dared not look Wayne in the eye, and whispered, "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Wayne. I am in good health."

"The invitation has been sent. I still have many things to deal with at home. Please allow me to take my leave first."

However, before she turned around and left, Wayne said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Macy, please apologize to Ms. Kayla for me. I had something important to attend to on the day of the birthday party, so I couldn't attend her party."

"However, I will carefully prepare a birthday gift for her, and I hope she can forgive me."

Hearing this, Macy looked up at Wayne in surprise. The birthday party of the royal adviser was an upper-class party that many people dreamed of attending, but she didn't expect the man in front of her to refuse.

However, as Kayla's personal maid, she was unable to change the guest's mind and could only reply with some regret:

"I'll convey that to Lady Keira, Mr. Wayne."

"However, I think Lady Keira is really looking forward to your coming. If possible, please do not refuse this invitation."

Wayne sighed in his heart. If it weren't for the birthday party that invited many upper-class people in the kingdom to participate, he probably would not have refused.

However, so far, he is not ready to enter the vision of those big shots. He does not want to be too high-profile and attract attention, so he can only refuse the beauty's kindness.

"I'm sorry, Macy, I really have something important to take care of. Please express my sincere apologies to Ms. Kayla."

Seeing that Wayne was sincere and not pretending, Maisie said regretfully, "Hmm," and said, "In that case, I will convey your apology to Lady Keira."

After saying that, the girl hurriedly left this slightly chaotic slum.

As soon as the girl left the tavern, Dandelion, who had been watching the show from the sidelines, blew a loud whistle and said in a chanting voice:

"Wayne, a ruthless demon hunter."

"How can you refuse the invitation of a lovely girl? If it were me, I would definitely let this girl fall in love with sweetness."

"Only memories as sweet as honey wine can respond to the passion of a beautiful girl."

Wayne ignored Dandelion who was making a fuss, but walked to the opposite side of the table where Geralt was also watching the show, sat down and drank a glass of cold beer.

Bai Lang raised his eyebrows, and a mocking smile appeared on his expressionless face, and he said mockingly:

"What's wrong, Wayne? If you regret it now, you can still get the girl back."

"You didn't go back to the pub all night last night, just to spend a wonderful night with this girl?"

Wayne rolled his eyes and didn't explain that he had fought a fierce battle with two women, one of whom was a sorceress.

He placed the master-level silver sword forged by Master O. Henry in front of Geralt, and took out two light crossbows made of half metal and half wood from his belt, placed them on the table, and said, "My silver sword has been forged, and these two crossbows are the prizes I won from a master blacksmith."

"You can pick one as my gift to you."

White Wolf raised his eyebrows, and instead of looking at the crossbow, he reached out and picked up the master-level silver sword, drew out the blade, and looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but sighed:

"Exquisite craftsmanship and excellent materials. It is a really good sword. This must be the work of a weapon forging master."

"You really surprise me, Wayne. This sword must have cost you at least more than a thousand Orens. Where did you get so much money?"

Wayne shrugged, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said with a little pride:

“It didn’t cost a penny, Geralt.”

"You may not believe this, but I won it with my dick."

(End of this chapter)