He casually placed the sorceress next to the still burning fire, untied the magic-blocking gold chains wrapped around her body, and changed to a more comfortable way of binding her, so as to prevent the lady from having difficulty breathing and getting hurt due to being tied too tightly.

Only after he had completely locked the sorceress's thighs with padlocks and chains did he raise his head and formally meet the eyes of Yennefer, who had regained her silence.

Perhaps she knew that she had no hope of escaping, and was also very clear that the half-elf boy in front of her would not really hurt her. Yennefer looked cold and fiercely stared at Wayne's eyes and said, "Wayne, that's your name, right? I heard Geralt talk about you. You are the youngest of the Wolf Faction Demon Hunters, a half-elf."

"But you know what? You've messed with the wrong person and you're in big trouble. Sorceresses are very vengeful, and I'm the most petty one among them."

"If you let me go now, I can still pretend nothing happened."

"But if you continue to obstruct me, I will make you regret it in the future."

The sorceress's voice was very fierce, and seemed full of anger and threats.

However, Wayne seemed to not care. He took a clean towel from the shelf next to the fire and handed it to the sorceress, motioning her to wipe off the dust and dirt on her face. This was the filth that was rubbed off on her face when she was tied up.

After Yennefer grabbed the towel, Wayne said softly, "Ms. Yennefer, I know that your purpose of hunting dragons is to restore your fertility and have a child. This should be your long-cherished wish for many years."

"But do you think that even without my obstruction, you would have a chance to succeed in this operation?"

He picked up a piece of barbecue that was kept warm on a plate next to the grill, skewered it on a wooden stick, and handed it to Yennefer who had already wiped her face.

The alluring fragrance made the sorceress sniff involuntarily, with a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

However, she did not reach out to take the food. Instead, she raised her head stubbornly, snorted, and said, "I don't know where you got so much information. Even Geralt doesn't know the purpose of my dragon slaying."

"However, the power of magic is not something that you demon hunters who have only mastered the magic seals can understand."

"As long as someone can create opportunities for me and give me enough time to prepare magic, even that golden dragon will not be my opponent."

"Magic is the most powerful force in the world, and dragons are nothing more than a group of strong beasts that can fly."

Wayne still agrees with the power of magic. Although the spellcasters in the demon hunter world are all mortal and will be severely restrained by the magic metal, the magic they master is still very powerful.

Just like the future Battle of Sodden Mountain, only a dozen sorcerers are needed to summon a meteor shower that covers the entire battlefield, causing heavy losses to the tens of thousands of elite troops of Nilfgaard in the south, causing them to be defeated.

The Wild Hunt's navigators can even directly teleport a large army, breaking through the boundaries of the world and teleporting to anywhere.

As for higher beings like Mirror Master, higher vampires, various gods and evil spirits, the powers they possess are almost beyond the comprehension of ordinary people and have reached the level of some kind of laws of heaven and earth.

The reason why many sorceresses seem quite easy to deal with is that if the spellcasters want to release powerful magic, they must prepare in advance, recite spells, and prepare for a long time.

To put it simply, the casting time is too long, and it is easy to be interrupted by others and silenced.

But this does not hinder the magician's power.

Seeing that Yennefer was still so stubborn, Wayne simply told her the truth and said, "Yennefer, I'll tell you straight, you can't complete this mission."

"That golden dragon is not an ordinary dragon, but a special dragon that can use a lot of magic and has the ability to transform."

"Moreover, this golden dragon is a sacred beast worshipped by the Zerekan tribe. A group of Zerekan warriors have already ambushed in the forest not far away."

"Once the golden dragon is in danger, they will rush out of the forest and kill anyone who might threaten the golden dragon."

"And with my help, the injured green dragon has almost recovered. She is no longer a lamb to be slaughtered, but could have flown away from here long ago."

"The reason why he is still here is because the golden dragon does not want to escape in disgrace. Instead, he is preparing to defeat anyone who wants to hunt down his wife."

"And to be honest, if it weren't for Geralt, I wouldn't be so polite to you."

"Or do you think you can handle a demon hunter equipped with a large amount of demonic metal?"

Maybe his persuasion worked, but Yennefer's lips moved a few times, but she didn't say anything in rebuttal. She just stared at the ground in a daze.

At this moment, perhaps because of the smell of the barbecue on the plate, the gray little creature rushed out of the dragon's nest quickly, sniffing its nose and taking short steps.

After seeing the plate of barbecue next to Wayne, it wagged its tail excitedly, ran to Wayne's feet, and rubbed its little head against his thighs, trying to get fed by trying to please him.

Such an action also attracted the attention of Yennefer.

Noticing Yennefer's gaze, Wayne smiled and held the little dragon in his arms. He picked up the barbecue, broke it into small pieces and fed it to her little by little. Then he looked at the cute little thing and said:

"This little fellow is called Sakia. She is the child of the green dragon and was born just yesterday."

"Because you want to have your own child, but you kill the parents of another newborn child."

"Don't you think this is too cruel for Saskia?"

"And have you ever thought about it, Yennefer? You are not the only one who has tried to restore the fertility of a sorceress. Many sorceresses have tried it before."

"But for thousands of years, no one has succeeded."

"It is very easy to destroy a life, but to create a life, perhaps only a true god can do it."

Listening to Wayne's advice and looking at the cute little dragon in his arms, Yennefer didn't know what she was thinking. After a few minutes of silence, Yennefer said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't expect it, Wayne. We are both demon hunters, but Geralt is like a piece of wood. He is so dumb that he can neither say sweet words nor lie to deceive people."

"But you, little fellow, have a smooth mouth just like that Dandelion."

"Haha, maybe you shouldn't be a demon hunter. Instead, you should be a businessman or a bard. Maybe you will have a better future."

Hearing that Yennefer's tone seemed to have improved, Wayne also smiled and said, "Perhaps, but I was brought to Kaermohen since I was a child. Becoming a demon hunter was my only choice, and I have never regretted this choice."

"I hope you can sincerely give up this action, Yennefer. For your wish, asking other mortals for help may only result in failure in the end."

"However, if we seek help from higher-level beings, what may seem impossible to you may be just a small matter to those higher-level beings."

He looked at Yennefer, whose eyes were frowning because of his words, thought for a moment, and said:

"Don't worry, I happen to know a legendary deity, the Lady of the Lake."

"The next time I meet the goddess, I will ask this kind god for help with your troubles."

"I hope she can help you fulfill this wish."

Yennefer was shocked when she heard this. A glimmer of hope emerged in her originally disappointed heart. She looked at Wayne, bit her lip, and asked softly, "The legendary Lady of the Lake? I have seen records about her in many books."

"If you really know that goddess, you can ask her to help me fulfill my wish."

"Wayne, I will definitely repay you."

(End of this chapter)