After hearing Wayne's answer, Borch was quite shocked.
Most human beings in this world are staunch racists. Even if they do not clearly reject non-human races, basically few people make friends with non-human races as Wayne said, let alone subhuman races or giant dragons. He chuckled, took another big sip of red wine, seemed quite happy, patted his somewhat distended stomach, and said:
"Wayne, my friend, may I call you that?"
Wayne nodded with a smile, did not refuse Borch's approach, and said: "You are a well-informed gentleman, Borch, rich and generous, and very entertaining. I like being friends with people like that."
"That's great, I also like your character and philosophy, Wayne, you are a good conversation partner." Borch took another sip of red wine, then stuffed a mouthful of fried chicken into his mouth, and suddenly said with emotion: "However, I cannot stay here long, my friend, and I will leave here tomorrow for Holobur City. There, there is one thing I must do.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Wayne. If there is a chance in the future, I will definitely entertain you well." When Wayne heard the words, he immediately guessed the purpose of Borch's trip. He probably heard the news that there was a dragon in Holoboll City, so he wanted to rush there to see the situation.
In the original book, he met Geralt and knew that the white wolf was a witcher who did not want to kill the dragon, so he used his human identity to involve Geralt in the dragon slaying incident, allowing him to confuse various forces and successfully rescue the injured dragon.
But now, because of his influence, Borch probably won't be able to meet Geralt, so he thinks of other ways to save the dragon. Wayne thought about it in his mind for a few seconds, then pretended to regret and said: "Are you leaving tomorrow, Borch?"
"That's such a pity. I'm going to hold an open-air dinner at home tomorrow to celebrate my move into a new home. If you are present here tomorrow it will definitely be a very pleasant experience."
As he spoke, he looked at Borch's expression, pretended to be in deep thought for a few seconds, and then asked:
" Are you're in any trouble?"
"You know, as a witcher, I should be able to help you if it is entrusted by a friend. As for a rich knight like you, if you are willing to pay enough, you will get the help of two witchers."
Borch's eyes lit up when he heard the words, but he seemed to have concerns in his heart. After thinking about it for a few seconds, he shook his head and said: "It's a bit complicated, my friend."
"I still have to think about it." Wayne didn't force it either. Regardless of whether Borch entrusted him or not, he was decided. Not only would he go, but he would also take Geralt with him. Because according to the development of the original drama, Yennefer, Geralt's dream lover, will also go to participate in this dragon slaying incident, and meet Geralt again, continuing the fate that separated because of the magic lamp incident last time.
If because of his meddling, the good brother missed this destined love, then I would really feel sorry for him. Thinking of this, he smiled and patted Borch on the shoulder, saying: "Think about it, Borch. However, you don't have to go to the city to find a hotel to stay. Just stay at my house tonight."
"There are still enough guest rooms on the first floor for you to rest. What we need now is to drink freely." Borch was quite open-minded, and he didn't reject Wayne's kindness. Perhaps it was because Wayne's cooking skills were so good, which also made this well-informed Golden Dragon feel a little bit reluctant.
The four of them ate and drank, chatted about various knowledge for a full two hours before ending this lunch. In the afternoon, Borch was already slightly drunk and fell asleep in the guest room. And the two Zerrikania women, after serving Borch to wash up, were rather bored in the simple martial arts training ground built by Wayne, using dummies to practice sword skills.
In their hands, the four swords were like a thunderstorm, fast and ruthless, the knives slashing at the enemy's vital points, often only the afterimage of the blade could be seen when they swung it, and even bystanders would feel terrified. Cooperating with the dexterous steps of the girls, it can definitely be called the art of killing on the battlefield, and its power is astonishing.
Wayne stood aside and watched for a while, and felt that it was quite tricky. If he didn't use the sign, he would not be able to retreat completely from the siege of the two girls. He had to pay a certain price to win. Although Tia and Viya seem to be only about 20 years old, Zerrikania female warriors are different from ordinary soldiers. They have been strictly selected since childhood, and under the training of professional instructors, they have undergone rigorous military training for ten years without stopping.
Therefore, every adult Zerrikania female warrior is basically an elite fighter who has been trained for more than ten years, and even in the Zerikan Kingdom, they also enjoy a very high status. As for being able to become the guards of the golden dragon Borch, these two can be said to be geniuses among the female warriors of Zerika, and they have such qualifications only after going through layers of selection.
Perhaps the two Zerrikania girls were also very interested in the witcher's swordsmanship. After seeing Wayne standing aside, Téa , who was shorter, had a bolder personality grinned at Wayne and said in a somewhat jerky language: " Wayne, practicing skills with a dummy is not very interesting."
"We are very interested in the witcher's sword skills, can you compete with us?" Hearing this, Wayne looked at Véa, and then Téa at the side. The two Zerrikan girls looked at him with shining eyes, full of expectations, which made it difficult for him to refuse. So, he smiled helplessly, nodded, and without any nonsense, took out an unsharpened steel sword from the weapon rack at the side, put on an offensive posture of the wolf school, and said: "It's okay to try it, my swordsmanship is very fast, not a fancy swordsmanship for viewing, you have to concentrate."
Téa nodded, picked up the Zerrikan saber, and assumed the offensive posture she was best at, exuding a fierce murderous aura from her petite body. As an experienced warrior, she will go all out in the face of any enemy, let alone a witcher. Seeing that she was ready, Wayne didn't continue talking nonsense. He held the steel sword, stepped forward, stabbed with the sharp blade, and used the most common and most difficult quick stab at the girl. But just the moment Wayne drew out his sword, the light of the sword, which was fast, shocked the Zerrikan girl opposite. She brandished the saber to form a dense knife screen in front of her, but she barely blocked a few of the fastest piercing attacks, and was thrown into disarray by Wayne's continuous high-speed attacks, revealing her flaws.
Wayne came close and her chest with his shoulder, causing her to lose her balance. Then, he reached out and grabbed the girl's wrist, holding her in front of her chest. The steel sword in his hand had instantly straddled her neck, making her lose her fighting power. The entire battle process lasted only twenty seconds, but such a crushing result made Téa, a girl known as a genius fighter since she was a child, feel admiration from the bottom of her heart.
She stood on tiptoe, kissed Wayne's side face, and said with a smile: "As expected of a master of swordsmanship, if I were on the battlefield, I would have died by your sword now." Feeling the girl's moist lips, Wayne tried not to show his complacency. He smiled and softly comforted the girl, and with a few words of flattery, he successfully coaxed the female warrior who was a little frustrated because of failure into a smile.
In fact, if it was Wayne who had drunk the holy water, even if he succeeded in facing Téa's challenge, he would not act so lightly. But the current Wayne, after drinking the holy water, not only got an increase in all attributes by five, but also repaired various hidden injuries all over his body, and his five senses were also enhanced, making him much stronger than before. With swordsmanship alone, it is basically impossible for ordinary people to defeat him if they fight alone.
Only those supernatural fighters who are gifted or are also witchers have the ability to compete with him in swordsmanship. After watching the competition, Véa on the side also felt a little itchy. She also had a martial arts competition with Wayne. Of course, the result was similar, and she lost the competition very happily. This made the two Zerrikan girls quite frustrated, and they lacked interest in the training. Seeing this, Wayne immediately had an idea. He took out a few decks of Gwent cards from his pocket and said to the two girls with a smile:
"Don't be depressed, Téa, Véa. Strictly speaking, we witchers are no longer normal humans. Our main enemies are those monsters. It is very normal to lose to us."
"While everyone still has time in the afternoon, why don't I teach you to play an interesting game? You will definitely like it."