Farewell

Returning to the shore, Wayne looked at the empty wooden boat and suddenly realized that he had forgotten something. Without the Fisher King to sail the boat for him, he wouldn't even be able to leave Black Tern Island.

Just when he was at his wit's end and considering whether to return to the forest and ask the Fisher King for help, the old man walked out of the forest with steady steps. The old man first looked at Wayne seriously several times with somewhat unclear eyes, as if he was some rare specimen. Then, without saying a word, he drove the boat and took Wayne away from the island in the middle of the lake.

By the time Wayne returned to Marsh Village from Black Tern Island by boat and then traveled back to Vizima City on horseback from Marsh Village, it was just in time for the sun to rise and the city gates to open, so he wouldn't be foolishly waiting outside the city.

When he got home, Wayne couldn't wait to start boiling water, ready to take a hot bath. After each battle, although the bloodstains outside the armor were easier to deal with, the blood that seeped into the armor always made him uncomfortable. Not only was it wet, like countless tentacles crawling on his body, but it also had a disgusting smell that lingered in his keen sense of smell. But there was no way; he was engaged in this kind of killing profession, and no matter how uncomfortable he felt, it was better than Geralt going into the sewer to deal with those water ghosts covered in feces.

With the end of the Goddess of the Lake incident, Wayne's life gradually entered the right track. In addition to completing some ordinary commissions received sporadically and helping Levardon and some other loggers clean up the monsters that attacked them, Wayne spent most of his weekdays at Master O. Henry's blacksmith shop learning various forging techniques. He also bought various daily items for his home and built other necessary daily facilities.

After nearly a month and a half like this, Wayne managed to burn money regardless of the cost, wasting a lot of materials. He not only learned the forging technique but also upgraded it to the second level.

"Forging LV2: Forging success rate +2, quality improvement +2," he noted proudly.

Lala, who learned magic from the goddess of the lake, also returned to her home a week later. Then, together with her parents and elder brother, they came to Wayne's house from the mouth of the well and made a special trip to present the reward for the last entrustment, as well as sincere thanks.

Lala's father, Cruz, not only gave Wayne a small bag of carefully polished precious gems as a reward but also gave him a special magic item.

Cruz handed Wayne a flat wine jug that seemed to be made of silver, with various magical inscriptions engraved on the bottle. He said sincerely, "You are a witcher, and you often have to perform commissions in the wild. You will definitely like this gift very much."

"This magic wine jug can hold four different drinks in total, and because of the special magic, each drink can hold about as much weight as a whole wine barrel," Cruz continued. "Not only that, but as long as those drinks enter the jug, they will no longer be affected by the outside temperature. That is to say, if you fill it with hot water, even after a year, as long as you pour it out again, it will still be hot water."

Having said that, Cruz touched his beard with some reluctance and said with emotion, "I don't know which sorcerer created this magic item. It contains not only space magic but also time magic, and the magic inscription on it is not from any known language."

"I have studied for a long time and checked many ancient books, but I still have no clue. Sometimes I even suspect that it is not something from this world," Cruz admitted. He nodded gratefully to Wayne again and said, "However, you are the savior of my son and also a warrior, goddess of the lake acknowledged. I am willing to present this treasure to you."

Wayne picked up the jug and observed it carefully. He couldn't help raising his eyebrows. He was sure that this magic jug was not a product of this world, but must be a magic item that traveled from other worlds due to a certain celestial body collision.

The style of this jug is the classic shape that was very popular in the 17th century on Earth, Wayne observed. And the magic inscription engraved on the jug is very similar to the legendary rune script. However, with these two points, Wayne can't be sure which magical world this jug comes from."

After some testing, Wayne found that this was indeed a very practical magic item, although because of the size of the bottle mouth, things that were too large could not be stuffed into the jug. However, as long as liquids such as various hot water, fine wine, cold drinks, or potions entered the jug, it would be as if time had stopped, and no other changes would occur until it was poured out.

"It is simply the perfect tool for travel," Wayne remarked.

Wayne also discovered that after being treated by the Goddess of the Lake, Lala's older brother, Fitz, had indeed gotten rid of the influence of the evil god.

'I don't know if it's a blessing in disguise, but after getting rid of the curse Fitz seems to be stronger than before, and there are gill-like tissues on the side of his cheeks which will give him the ability to live amphibiously'.

"Perhaps in the future, when Fitz grows up, even without relying on magic abilities, this little guy can defeat other enemies with his body and martial arts."

And Wayne also got news from Cruz that several other survivors who were rescued from the acolyte lair were sent to the swamp village by them, but they did not survive. After persisting for a few days, they finally left this world.

After living in Vizima City for nearly two months, Wayne gradually got used to this medieval life. Because of his appearance, apart from the conspicuous amber cat pupils, he looks like a handsome and strong elf boy, and because he doesn't have to run around under the pressure of life, in fact, his status as a witcher didn't have much impact on him. After all, in the city of Vizima, Wayne lived a very low-key life. He always circulated among a few acquaintances. Each commission was basically an introduction by an acquaintance, and the client would show considerable respect for his identity as a witcher. Gradually, Geralt let go of his worries about Wayne, and didn't have to worry about the dangers this young apprentice would encounter in the city.

And on a certain night, Geralt the White Wolf formally bid farewell to Wayne.

"Wayne, I've been in Vizima long enough. The commissions here have basically been cleaned up by us, and you have lived a fairly stable life. In a few days, I'm going to leave here and go to some country further west to see if there are other jobs."

Wayne, who was sharing dinner with Geralt, raised his eyebrows, not too surprised. The two had already agreed on this matter, and it was only today that Geralt brought it up. He thought for a few seconds, then nodded, and suggested:

"Since you have made up your mind, I won't stop you. However, Geralt, we have lived in our new home for nearly a month, and we haven't held any celebrations yet. The day after tomorrow, I'm going to hold a dinner party at home, and I'll invite some of our friends to join us. I hope you don't refuse my invitation."

Geralt nodded upon hearing that and responded in a hoarse voice, "That's fine, that's it. I just saved some money, and I need to prepare supplies for the trip before I leave.