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"Client?" Wayne mused, then looked at the adorable, palm-sized beauty before him with newfound curiosity. Her skin was smooth and fair, her legs slender, and her waist petite. Though she wore a modest white dress, Wayne's practiced eye could discern the potential for ample curves if she were normal-sized. He estimated a D-cup at the least, and the exposed portion of her chest suggested a pleasing shape. Wayne's experienced gaze quickly assessed Vivian's physical attributes.

But how was this tiny beauty supposed to "serve" him? Curious, Wayne extended his hand, palm open and flat.

Vivian, seemingly without a trace of suspicion, fluttered her wings and landed on his hand. She placed her hands on her hips, tossed her short blonde hair, revealing small, earring-adorned ears, and looked up at Wayne with a proud expression.

"Yes," she declared, "I am a Wealth Elf in service to the Goddess of Wealth. I graduated top of my class at the Imperial Wealth Academy and specialize in financial matters for those blessed by fate in other worlds."

Vivian said, her voice ringing out from her small form. "Though your world is remote and uses an antiquated currency system, it still shines under the benevolence of the Goddess of Wealth." She fluttered her wings, hovering above Wayne's palm. "And the client who acquired me through such unusual means must be favored by fortune." She landed gracefully, her tiny hands clasped behind her back. "Would you like to sign a contract with me and make me your exclusive Wealth Elf? If so, your wealth will soon multiply under my care."

Wayne considered her words carefully, but the mention of a contract raised his guard. In the witcher's world, riddled with demons and malevolent entities, contracts were often a tool of deception. Those who fell for the promises of such beings often met a tragic end, their very souls forfeit. As a witcher, he had read many accounts of such deals gone wrong. While the creature before him was a charming miniature beauty, he couldn't simply trust her words.

Wayne gently shook his palm, causing Vivian to lose her balance and tumble onto his hand. Her white dress fluttered, revealing her smooth thighs and a glimpse of even more details. Though fleeting, the witcher's sharp eyes caught it all. She truly is a fairy.

"Client! What are you doing?" Vivian pouted, not bothering to get up. She hugged her knees and sat in the center of Wayne's palm, looking up at him with a hint of reproach in her voice.

"Hmph! I didn't expect you to be a client with ill intentions. I understand your mistrust, perhaps you don't fully grasp my capabilities," Vivian huffed, then waved her hand. The black money bag on the ground vanished and reappeared behind her on Wayne's palm. "Allow me to explain," she said, gesturing towards the bag.

"In your world, there are banks that facilitate saving, withdrawing, and transferring money, even generating income through financial services. I possess similar abilities. You can think of me as an interdimensional, super bank. In addition to regular banking functions, I can acquire unwanted items from you and convert them into currency based on their value." She paused, then added, "This service does, of course, require special magic and comes with a fee."

Vivian then stood, placing a hand on the money bag, a hint of frustration in her voice. "New clients often hesitate to trust us immediately. To address this, we typically offer a one-year trial period to build trust. However, this arrangement yields no profit for us Wealth Elves."

She looked into Wayne's eyes, then bit her lip and lifted her skirt slightly, revealing her smooth white thighs. "If you sign a contract with me now, I'll provide you with additional services, free of charge."

Wayne stared at the tiny beauty, amused by her attempt to gain his trust through unconventional means. "Special service?" he thought. "With your size, even my pinky would be a challenge. Are we talking about licking?"

He pondered for a moment. Logically, the system wouldn't send a malicious entity to harm him. Besides, the concept of a super bank was intriguing. The ability to deposit, withdraw, and exchange various currencies was appealing. Including the coins from his recent unboxing, he had over ten thousand orens, taking up a significant portion of his storage bag. A portable, multi-dimensional bank would be incredibly convenient for a traveler like him.

With the mindset of giving it a shot, Wayne reached into his pocket and pulled out ten orens, placing them before the Wealth Elf. "My name is Wayne," he said, "and these ten gold coins are for you. We'll start with a one-year trial. If your service is satisfactory, I may consider a contract."

Vivian's eyes lit up at the sight of the coins. She gathered them into her arms and exclaimed, "How generous of you, Master Wayne! I will serve you diligently!"

.......

After opening the chests, Wayne headed to his yard. There, he found Berengar instructing a noticeably stronger Alex in basic swordsmanship, using wooden practice swords. Nearby, the slightly taller godling, Lara, was playfully engaged in a game of fetch with White Fang, the direwolf.

Upon seeing Wayne, they all greeted him enthusiastically. Lala ran over and hugged his leg, looking up with pleading eyes. "Wayne, you're back!" she chirped. "I haven't had your cake in ages. Can you make some for me?"

White Fang, ever the loyal companion, barked happily and licked him.

"Of course, Lala. I'll make you a delicious cake for lunch," Wayne assured her, petting her head and then playing with the fluffy wolf cub. He joined Berengar, offering guidance to Alex's sword training.

Noticing Geralt's absence, Wayne inquired about his whereabouts. The answer left him speechless. It seemed Geralt, after receiving his five hundred orens, had disappeared into the city for three days, presumably indulging in whatever pleasures Vizima had to offer.

Geralt had apparently spent the last three days indulging in the pleasures of Vizima's brothels, completely out of contact. Berengar had no idea which establishment he was frequenting.

Ignoring Geralt's escapades, Wayne prepared lunch and enjoyed a pleasant meal with his household. With the rest of his lucky day ahead, he decided to venture into Vizima, disguised as a street urchin.

A year had passed since his arrival, and Vizima's new district was under construction, spurring a wave of economic activity in Temeria. Workers flocked to the city for employment, and new houses and buildings were constantly being erected. The new district was already half-complete, attracting wealthy buyers from other cities. The influx of people had made Vizima a bustling hub, especially the commercial street in the affluent district, where merchants and the wealthy conducted daily transactions.

Earlier this year, Vizima's port had officially opened. If Wayne wanted to return to Kaedwen, he no longer needed to travel to the floating port town. He could now find ships sailing along the Pontar River to any trading city along its route, or even directly to Novigrad, the Free City.

As Wayne wandered through the commercial district, boredom creeping in, he spotted Keira in a stunning dress. She was arm in arm with another beautiful woman, both laughing as they strolled through the luxury shops.

Wayne hesitated spotting the familiar sorceress. He wasn't sure whether to approach Keira. It had been nearly a month since their last encounter, and he wondered if their relationship would fade due to Triss.

As he pondered, Keira noticed him. Unlike his hesitation, she whispered something to the woman beside her, and the two approached Wayne with graceful strides.