Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job

Chapter 14 Troll Tribe (recommendation, monthly pass, collection)

Ten minutes later, Geralt was smiling, and holding two fist-sized pieces of dog's head gold in his hand, his heart was full of joy.

Although the monster bird's nest was full of carrion, bird droppings and bones, and the smell was worse than the sewer, but after the white wolf rummaged skillfully, in addition to the two pieces of dog's head gold and some coins, he also found two natural gemstones.

Wayne didn't choose the two more valuable pieces of dog's head gold wrapped in unknown excrement, but took the two shiny gems.

This made Geralt look at him more pleasingly. As an old fritter who eats, drinks, prostitutes, and gambles, he earns a lot more than ordinary people, but when it comes to spending money, it is not comparable to ordinary farmers.

Demon hunters are engaged in dirty and dangerous jobs every day, and they are discriminated against by many unscrupulous people. They are still mutants, so they generally have a lot of psychological pressure. In order to relieve their own pressure, almost every demon hunter does.They are regulars in pubs, brothels, and casinos.

It is not surprising that the rewards earned every time you take your life will be spent in a few days, and most of them will live in poverty.

As a modern person, Wayne actually doesn't care about these little money. He has a flexible moral bottom line. In the future, as long as he is willing, whether it is stealing from the rich and giving to the poor, or stealing from the poor, or investing in business, the money he earns will definitely not be comparable to being a witcher.

On the contrary, it was the brothers from the wolf school and other skilled demon hunters who cared about him.

In this medieval age of magic where the jungle preys on the jungle, only by mastering power and uniting those who have power can one resist danger and control one's own destiny.

After crossing the lake, the two walked along a mountain road towards the back mountain, and walked for another ten minutes. Only when a huge cave loomed, Geralt slowed down, and said to Wayne behind him:

"Wayne, in the cave ahead, there is a Cyclops. Many apprentice demon hunters died at the hands of this monster named Old Spearhead."

Surprised to see Wayne, Geralt added:

"This is part of the final trial."

"Apprentices participating in the trial must find a way to pass through this cave guarded by Cyclops."

"Actually, cyclops are stupider than trolls, and they are also clumsy in action. They are very powerful, and they spend most of their time sleeping in caves."

"As long as the apprentices are quiet enough not to make a sound, they can pass through that cave safely."

Wayne nodded, thought for a while and asked:
"Then let's kill this Cyclops this time?"

Geralt paused, looked up at Wayne, thought for a few seconds, and said:
"Wayne, since we will form a team to complete the task in the future, we should get to know each other better."

"I have always believed that monsters with intelligence, like humans, are intelligent creatures, regardless of high or low."

"As long as he does not endanger the safety of others, I will not take the initiative to harm him."

"In this regard, I hope you will agree with me."

Seeing the white wolf talking so openly, Wayne also showed a sincere smile and said:

"You know, Geralt, I'm a half-elf, a non-human race, and now I'm an alien in the eyes of others, a witcher."

"Don't worry, I'm more receptive to other intelligent creatures than you think."

Hearing this, Geralt took a deep look at Wayne, nodded slightly, then took out two bottles of white witcher medicine from his pocket, put one of them in Wayne's hand, and said:

"This is a cat potion that can enhance our dark vision and allow us to see things in the dark."

"Follow me later, be careful, don't make any noise, let's sneak out of the cave quietly, don't wake up the old Spearhead."

Wayne nodded. His agility was already higher than that of ordinary demon hunters, and such a stealth mission would not trouble him.

Soon, after drinking the cat potion, the two walked into the cave one after the other.

After so many years, Geralt seemed to be quite familiar with the route in the cave. He led Wayne slowly forward against the wall, sneaking in the dark for five or six minutes before climbing up to another high ground through a platform.

And as they advanced, a huge snoring sound kept lingering in the ears of the two of them, and it became louder and louder with the distance they traveled.

However, Geralt ignored the source of these snoring noises, and quickly led Wayne along the wall, advancing for another 5 minutes, and finally found the exit of the cave.

Before leaving the cave, Wayne turned his head to look at the source of the call out of curiosity.

I saw an ugly giant four to five meters long, carrying a huge wooden stick, lying on a flat ground, wearing only crude animal skins, with one hand covering his navel and the other stuffed into his trouser pocket, snoring comfortably and sleeping soundly.

Seeing this scene, Wayne felt happy. Perhaps in the Cyclops' heart, those witcher apprentices were the monsters who broke into his house and tried to hurt it.

For decades now, no new witcher apprentices have come here to allow this guy to live a stable life.

After watching for a few seconds, Wayne followed Geralt out of the cave, and when his eyes adjusted to the sunlight outside, a strange scene appeared before his eyes.

On a flat ground tens of meters away from them, five tall, strange creatures made of boulders were sitting around a cauldron, playing and playing while eating food, and even heard some strange singing, as if they were holding a celebration.

They were ugly in appearance, and their movements were a little slow, each of them looked like a big fat man who was drunk. Although the words he spoke were stuttering and hard to hear clearly, they could be sure to be human language.

Geralt, who was walking in front, turned his head and made a booing gesture at him, and said in a low voice:

"This is a tribe of trolls. They belong to monsters that can barely communicate, and they are regarded as intelligent races."

"Wait, don't talk nonsense, let me negotiate with them."

"This group of guys have lived here for hundreds of years, and they are quite familiar with us demon hunters. Let's try not to conflict."

"There are a lot of them. If we fight, we might be injured."

(End of this chapter)