A bowl of steaming beef soup was brought up from the kitchen. Wayne looked at the three people who were already a little restless due to the aroma on the table, and said with a slightly smug smile:

"Everyone, please feel free to come and taste my cooking."

Bolch laughed and handed Wayne a bottle of wine worth three hundred orens, then picked up another bottle and poured himself a glass. He reached out and picked up a fried, flour-wrapped, golden crispy chicken wing from the table and couldn't wait to stuff it into his mouth.

After chewing a few mouthfuls, he couldn't help but exhale a breath of hot air, gave Wayne a thumbs up, and praised:

"It's delicious, Mr. Wayne. I've never eaten chicken cooked this way before."

“It’s crispy, tender and melts in your mouth. Is this a new dish you invented?”

"Yes, this dish is called fried chicken. It is my exclusive invention."

Wayne didn't explain too much. Instead, he picked up a piece of medium-rare fried steak with a fork, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly. He smiled and said, "It's embarrassing to say that as a demon hunter, I am particularly talented in cooking. Everyone who has eaten the food I cook has praised my cooking skills."

"Maybe when I'm old and can't fight monsters anymore, I can open my own restaurant. It will definitely be the one with the best business."

Borch laughed and was quite appreciative of Wayne's humorous attitude.

He picked up a roasted leg of lamb from the table and ate it with relish, while beginning to tell about the various interesting things he had encountered in other northern countries.

Most of them are absurd and funny things done by some good-for-nothing nobles or ignorant farmers because of various stupid ideas.

Borch had a good eloquence and Wayne listened with great interest. At the same time, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that there were so many weird and interesting things in this world, all kinds of stupid things, nothing they couldn't do, only what you couldn't think of.

He turned around and saw two beautiful Zerekan girls, both sitting on both sides with regretful expressions. They only tasted a little of each dish on the table, as if they wanted to eat but didn't dare to. He couldn't help but smile.

Wayne guessed that they were probably afraid of eating too much and getting out of shape, so he smiled and handed them two plates of cold river food made from fresh fish and shrimp caught from the shore of Lake Vizima.

And tell the girls that this kind of food will not make people fat, so they can eat it with confidence.

The two Zerekan girls took the food with a smile and began to eat it in small bites. The sour, sweet and delicious taste made the two girls feel so satisfied that they couldn't stop eating.

Looking at the beautiful Zerekan girl, Wayne suddenly thought that the golden dragon Bolch came from the Zerekan Kingdom, and was worshipped as a god by the local residents and had always received offerings and faith from the people.

The two girls were the chosen exclusive guards, responsible for protecting the safety of the Golden Dragon. They could almost be considered as Bolch's fanatical followers.

In the Koraz Desert where Zerekan is located, there is also a branch of demon hunters, the Manticore School, which many northern demon hunters know little about.

Wayne was also very interested in this group of demon hunters, so he asked Borch:

"Mr. Borch, you have lived in Zerekan before. Do you know anything about the local Manticore School of Demon Hunters?"

After hearing this, Borch paused and thought for more than ten seconds, then picked up the wine beside him, moistened his throat, and said, "Indeed, I have also heard rumors about this school. They once served the Zerekan royal family and were the exclusive guards of the royal family and their envoys. They were highly respected and trusted by the ruler."

"However, during an escort mission a hundred years ago, they were all dispatched and were attacked by a powerful fire elemental, a powerful monster that was twenty meters tall."

"In the end, their main members were killed or wounded, the mission failed, and they also lost the trust of the royal family."

"Now, the entire Manticore School of Demon Hunters has also fallen. I once looked for them, but could not find any trace of them."

"I heard that the main job of these demon hunters now is to serve as escorts for the caravans, and they rarely hunt other monsters."

Wayne nodded with some regret. In fact, there was some introduction to this group of demon hunters in the game. In Toussaint, there were even blueprints of the grandmaster-level suit of the Manticore School, which came from a member of the school named Modeng.

And their school seems to be very good at using alchemical items and has special research on alchemy. However, since they still have members alive, there may be a chance to meet them in the future.

"Mr. Wayne, would you also travel thousands of miles to the other side of the world to kill a monster for a huge reward?"

Upon hearing this, Wayne shook his head with amusement and said to Borch, "Mr. Borch, you think the profession of demon hunter is too special."

"Although we have more powerful strength than ordinary people, in the final analysis, we are just a group of ordinary people. There are good people and bad people, some who stick to their principles and some who do whatever it takes."

"Also, you may not know that most demon hunters do not become demon hunters voluntarily."

“Most of us are orphans with no one to support us, or children abandoned by our parents because of the accident rate.”

"It was only because I wanted to continue living that I was forced to undergo training and become a demon hunter."

"After becoming a demon hunter, not only do you have to face those dangerous and disgusting monsters every day, but you also have to suffer the bullying of those stupid farmers and despicable nobles. This is not a pleasant experience."

"Without the high rewards, we wouldn't even have the money to repair our armor and equipment, buy food and fodder for our mounts, or go to brothels to vent the loneliness and stress accumulated deep in our hearts."

"Just like ordinary people chasing wealth, most demon hunters are willing to travel thousands of miles to the other side of the world to kill a monster for a large reward in order to live a better life!"

“As long as the pay is high enough.”

At this point, Wayne shrugged, motioned for Borch to look at the gorgeously decorated villas around him, and then said self-deprecatingly: "Of course, I'm talking about most demon hunters, and there are some differences between me and ordinary demon hunters. I'm not short of money now, and I won't do something I don't like just for a little money."

"But if the reward can really impress me, or if the other party is someone who deserves help, I don't mind helping them a little bit."

Borch was a little surprised when he heard this. He didn't expect the other party to be so frank in front of him and express his thoughts without any hesitation.

Instead of hiding it like ordinary people, or using sophistry to beautify their behavior.

Borch thought for a moment, and suddenly asked again:

"What if someone offered you a high price to take on a dragon, and the dragon destroyed a village? Oh no! That can't be said."

He paused, reorganized his words and said:

"This dragon hasn't done anything yet, but you know, in legends, dragons are ferocious and vicious monsters. They breathe fire, destroy villages, steal treasures, capture virgins, and kill humans."

"Being a dragon slayer is often a supreme honor. It will bring you wealth, prestige and status."

"Mr. Wayne, if there is such a dragon, wouldn't you want to have the honor of being a dragon slayer in your life?"

Listening to Borch's words, Wayne, who already understood his true identity, laughed in his heart. It was really interesting that a golden dragon persuaded a demon hunter to slay a dragon.

However, Wayne still thought about it seriously, and then under Borch's gaze, he replied:

"Mr. Borch, I am not a narrow-minded racist, nor am I a human. I am a half-elf. As for intelligent creatures, I will only kill those evil monsters that will harm others."

"As for those kind, intelligent creatures that don't harm others, I'd even like to be friends with them."

"If you are talking about an evil dragon that is causing trouble to the local people, I don't mind giving myself the title of a dragon slayer."

"If you are talking about a kind dragon, an intelligent species that is willing to communicate with me, I will not take the initiative to harm it. I am even willing to accept its commission and protect it."

(End of this chapter)