The farmer's daughter, sixteen-year-old Julie, led Wayne to the farmhouse dining room and served him a simple meal of warm milk, fried eggs, and wheat bread. She sat across from him, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, eager to hear about his life as an adventurer.
Wayne was happy to oblige. He entertained her with a mix of truth and fiction, weaving tales of daring exploits and faraway lands. At the same time, he skillfully steered the conversation to glean information about the current state of the world.
The most crucial piece of information he learned was that it was approximately sixteen years since the opening of the Dark Portal. The Third War had ended with the orcs' defeat six or seven years ago, and most of the orc prisoners were now held in internment camps across the Alliance.
A major recent event in Stormwind City was the death of Queen Tiffin, King Varian's wife, during a riot instigated by the Stonemason's Guild. This guild was the precursor to the current Defias Brotherhood, which continued to plague Westfall.
This information, combined with his knowledge as a former World of Warcraft player, allowed Wayne to pinpoint his place in the timeline. A wave of relief washed over him. He was in a relatively stable period, before the Cataclysm and the return of Deathwing.
At least for the next few years, Stormwind Kingdom should be relatively safe. The Scourge might soon ravage Lordaeron, but the Westfall region where the rift was located remained untouched by major events. There shouldn't be any immediate dangers lurking there.
With this information, Wayne's mission was accomplished. He found Julie's father, Farmer Lawrence, and accepted a simple task to eliminate the troublesome boars. Within two hours, using a combination of magic missiles and his beast taming skills, he had successfully dispatched six or seven boar families, effectively resolving the farm's crisis. This was his way of repaying the farmer's hospitality.
Of course, business was business. Wayne sold the boar carcasses back to Lawrence at a discounted price, and combined with the quest reward, he received four gold and fifteen silver coins. Based on local prices, this could sustain a comfortable lifestyle at the tavern for over a fortnight—a decent profit, especially considering the exorbitant rates charged by the Wealth Bank.
But for Wayne, financial concerns were secondary. Leaving Lawrence Farm, he returned to the kobold mine on his magic carpet and slipped back through the rift under the cover of his invisibility cloak.
Back in the familiar darkness of the bear cave, Wayne let out a sigh of relief and carefully stored the invisibility cloak. It was an invaluable asset, even more reliable than the rewards from his master-level chest. While he had several invisibility potions, their effects were temporary, unlike the cloak's permanent invisibility.
Unfortunately, the invisibility cloak, like the Weasley tent, was a unique item and couldn't be enhanced with the equipment scrolls. Instead, Wayne used the scrolls on his electric blade. The enhanced blade was now sharper, more durable, and even the chain lightning's power and range had increased slightly. This piqued Wayne's interest in the scrolls; he hadn't expected such a simple item to have such a potent effect. However, the randomness of the treasure chest rewards meant obtaining more scrolls was far from guaranteed.
Checking his pocket watch, Wayne realized that only five hours had passed, roughly the same amount of time he'd spent in Azeroth. This meant the flow of time in both worlds was roughly synchronized. The rift would likely remain stable for at least ten years, unless Azeroth suffered a major invasion or defeat by the Burning Legion, in which case monsters from other worlds might spill through.
This knowledge brought Wayne relief and a spark of hope. While Azeroth wasn't his current focus, he couldn't deny his fascination with that world. Despite its dangers, it was also a treasure trove of wonders: the Well of Eternity, the Water of Life, Azerite, powerful artifacts, and a variety of beautiful elves, humans, and other races. The endless conflicts there would also provide ample opportunities for high-level quests and rapid advancement.
By the time Wayne flew back to Vizima from the floating port, it was already evening. He skipped returning home and landed directly at Triss's house under the cover of darkness. The sorceress wasn't home yet, likely still busy with work, but Wayne didn't mind. He made his way to the familiar kitchen, greeted the maid, and began preparing dinner with the available ingredients.
Before he finished cooking, the door opened, and Triss's voice, filled with surprise, reached his ears. "Wonderful! I knew it was you the moment I smelled this food."
"Looks like I'm in for a treat tonight," she added with a playful wink. "As it happens, I had something to ask you. You've saved me the trouble of seeking you out."
Wayne chuckled. "Alright, Triss. The kitchen is full of smoke. Why don't you have someone prepare a bath while you wait for your delicious dinner?"
"We can talk and relax in the bath afterwards," he suggested with a suggestive grin.
Soon, they were enjoying a delightful meal, followed by a passionate interlude that lasted well into the night. Afterwards, Wayne carried the exhausted Triss back to bed, both of them content and relaxed.
Triss, in particular, seemed exceptionally satisfied. Wayne silently thanked Elder Keinster, the druid who had provided the formula to enhance women's stamina. After several months of using the formula, Triss had gone from barely lasting two hours to being able to keep up with Wayne's vigorous pace, finally solving one of his problems.
As for the formula's other purported effect—enhancing fertility—it was irrelevant to both witchers and sorceresses.
Holding Triss close, Wayne gently inquired, "Triss, didn't you say you had something to tell me?"
It took the sorceress a moment to gather her thoughts. Then, with a smile, she replied, "It's nothing major. King Foltest has agreed to let Keira and I handle the Striga matter."
"But when he heard a witcher would be involved," she continued, "he insisted on meeting you. You're off duty tomorrow. I'll take you to the palace to meet His Majesty."
"Don't worry," she added, reassuringly. "Foltest is a reasonable man. As long as you don't provoke him, I'm sure you'll reach an agreement ."
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