This was his first time fighting against such a powerful monster. As the effect of the demon hunter potion slowly wore off, he even felt a slight sprain in his arm joints and tingling pains in his muscles all over his body.

It was too difficult to use the sword to block the werewolf's claw attack directly. Wayne thought that next time he encountered such a powerful monster, he should try to dodge as much as possible.

Fortunately, the werewolf finally accepted his fate and did not launch a dying counterattack. Although it is a bit troublesome to investigate the subsequent truth, it is better than facing a desperate counterattack from a powerful monster.

Wayne put away the sword and hung the steel sword in the grass back on his belt. He looked at the werewolf's corpse, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally shook his head. He did not choose to dissect it and collect materials.

After all, it is an intelligent creature that can speak and think, and he is also a loyal husband. Taking away its internal organs is too cruel. Wayne can't do it for the time being, well, for the time being.

Stepping over the werewolf's body, he walked up the steps and entered the wooden hunting lodge.

At first glance, it was just a fairly ordinary two-bedroom, one-living-room house with rather old furniture and decorations, and nothing unusual.

However, the demon hunter's keen sense of smell told him that the smell of blood extended all the way to the bedroom.

Sure enough, after arriving at the bedroom, Wayne simply knocked on the wooden floor with the scabbard of his sword, and confirmed the location of the basement under the floor through the hollow sound.

Just as he was about to open the hidden wooden door and enter the basement, he suddenly saw a portrait of three people painted in oil hanging on the wall at the head of the bed in the bedroom.

A strong middle-aged man with short hair and a gentle young woman with long chestnut hair were hugging each other sweetly. Standing between them was a boy about ten years old, smiling brightly.

Wayne's eyes narrowed slightly. It seemed that this werewolf had a son, but he didn't know where the child was now.

The werewolf curse is a contagious curse that can infect others not only through biting, but the continuation of bloodline is also a way of passing the curse.

Thinking of this, he did not rush into the basement, but searched the bedroom instead.

With his keen observation skills, Wayne quickly found more than seventy Orens and a letter that looked like a suicide note hidden in the secret compartment of the cabinet.

He hesitated for a second, then opened the letter and began to read it.

A few minutes later, Wayne put the envelope and Oren back to their original places with a complicated expression.

Judging from the content of the letter.

The werewolf's real name was Cintia Metz. After his wife was murdered, his only son was so heartbroken that he sent him to his aunt's house in town to recuperate.

He was determined to avenge his wife and began looking for his enemy in the surrounding logging camps.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find any results, which made the man even more angry, helpless and ashamed.

This man was also well aware of the dangers of the werewolf curse in his body and knew that he would suffer the consequences one day, so he left behind these deposits and a suicide note.

And from the few words in his letter, Wayne could tell that Newtia's son, the boy named Vincent Mays, also had the werewolf curse, and was a rare type who could maintain his rationality.

In the future, the werewolf Vincent, the captain of the town guard in Vizima in the plot of The Witcher 1, is most likely this child.

This feeling of seeing the characters in the story in real life gave Wayne a sense of the absurdity of witnessing history.

I just don’t know how this kid named Vincent would feel when he learned from others that his father was killed by a witcher.

Wayne pulled up the wooden door of the basement and walked in cautiously. He passed through a damp corridor about seven or eight meters long and came to a space similar to an underground cave.

As soon as I entered there, a bloody and foul smell hit me in the face.

Wayne squinted his eyes and looked. Apart from some unknown garbage, he saw six strong lumberjacks. Their hands were tied with hemp ropes and they were hanging in the air at the top of the cave. Their feet were about forty to fifty centimeters from the ground.

Everyone was stripped naked, their skin covered with marks from being whipped, and expressions of fear and panic twisted their faces.

The stomachs of two of the lumberjacks had been cut open, with their internal organs and blood spilling all over the floor. Judging from their pale bodies, they had probably been dead for more than a day.

When they saw someone coming in, the surviving lumberjacks first let out shrill howls of fear, but when they found that the person coming was a handsome young man, a sense of surprise at having escaped from a desperate situation quickly appeared on their faces.

"Save me, save me quickly."

"There is a monster. He is torturing us and always asking some inexplicable questions."

Listening to the cries for help from several people, Wayne took a quick look and found that the appearance of the six people was similar to the description of the werewolf's wife Paula. Some had bald heads, some had black beards, and the two who died were relatively thin. This was probably the reason why they were caught.

Unfortunately, such characteristics are too common. If we only use these criteria to search for the murderer, about one in ten lumberjacks will be identified as the murderer.

Wayne used his sword to cut the ropes that bound them, and then slowly lowered them back to the ground. Looking at these tortured and wounded lumberjacks, he said loudly:

"Don't worry, I'm the demon hunter hired by Deacon Ozick. I've killed the monster. You won't be in danger anymore."

"However, you are injured, so you should rest here for a while. I will go back and inform Deacon Ozk to arrange a doctor to come and help you."

Upon hearing this, a bald lumberjack who looked older nodded immediately, knelt on the ground and saluted Wayne, and said gratefully: "Thank you, Master Demon Hunter, you saved my life."

"Goddess Meliteia, I can't imagine how my poor children will survive without me."

Seeing this, the other surviving lumberjacks ignored the pain in their bodies and expressed their sincere gratitude to Wayne.

Wayne responded to them one by one with a smile, then gave a few more instructions, took out a roll of clean cloth from his waist bag, handed it to them to bandage their wounds, and turned and walked towards the exit of the basement.

What Wayne didn't expect was that as soon as he came out of the wooden door of the basement, he immediately heard crying coming from outside the house.

"Father! Please, don't leave me!"

"You and mother are both dead, and I am the only one left in this world."

Hearing that the source of the crying sound should be a child, Wayne's heart moved and he immediately guessed who the crying person was.

He sighed in his heart, hesitated for a few seconds, and then took a step and walked out of the house.

Sure enough, next to the body of the werewolf whose head he had chopped off, a child about ten years old was lying on the body crying with a sad face, begging his father not to leave him.

When he heard the noise and saw Wayne walking out of the house, he was stunned for a few seconds. Then, the child's originally clear eyes were immediately filled with hatred.

He shouted at Wayne with an angry expression: "It must be you, the bad guy, who chopped off my father's head."

"My father is a good man, why did you kill him?"

After saying that, the child stood up quickly without waiting for Wayne to answer, and rushed towards Wayne with a desperate attitude.

Faced with an angry attack from a child, Wayne certainly wouldn't draw his sword and fight back.

With a complicated expression, he moved aside to avoid the child's attack and bitten, and held the child's head with his palm to prevent him from getting close to him.

Although he knew that explaining to a child would most likely be futile, he still said, "Your father is a werewolf. In order to avenge your mother, he was blinded by anger and killed two innocent woodcutters."

"These two loggers are also fathers of other children, husbands of other women, and have families of their own, just like your father."

"Son, maybe you can't understand it now, but in this matter, it was your father who was wrong."

"He also paid the price for his mistake."

"You also have werewolf blood in you, but this is not your fault. Control your anger and desire for destruction and don't let them control your reason."

"If one day in the future you do the same evil as your father, I will be forced to kill you like I did today."

After saying this, he saw that the child was still fighting desperately, with his tender hands grabbing his chain mail, even scratching his nails and finger skin until they were bleeding.

Wayne sighed in his heart, and made an Axis Seal gesture with his free left hand. An enhanced version of mind control was forced into the child's brain.

This strong mental shock caused the child's eyes to roll back and he fainted.

Wayne reached out and hugged the child's tender body, looked up at the sky, and after thinking for a few seconds, he held the child with mixed feelings and ran towards the logging camp in Revarden.

(Thanks to Bei Dangyun and Meng Xing Jiu Zui for the reward!) (End of this chapter)