61 Banquet Invitation

The next afternoon, at O'Henry's dwarf blacksmith shop.

"Haha, kid, I have three times as many points as you, and you only have three cards left in your hand, hahaha."

After finally seeing the hope of victory, the dwarf master, who had lost six games in a row, stroked his beard quite happily. Then he took a sip of Toussaint red wine and let out a hearty laugh.

Wayne, sitting opposite him, didn't panic at all, showing a meaningful smile at the dwarf. First, he released a terrain rain to force all the siege equipment cards of both sides into one point and destroyed the pile of cards with the highest points of the dwarves. Then he took out a horn card and put it on his long-range column, directly doubling his long-range points. Finally, under the stupefied gaze of the dwarf master, Wayne took out another horn card and put it in his melee column. Just three cards immediately reversed the situation and successfully Wayne had won the bet.

Wayne reached out to pick up his glass of Red Wine and took a sip comfortably. The sweet taste with a slightly smoky aroma lingered between his tongue and palate. He glanced at the huge red wine bottle and said faintly, "Master O'Henry, this wine bottle is too big; even your dwarves' throats can't fit it in."

Hearing Wayne's teasing, his old bronze face couldn't help but blush. Just as he was about to say a few words to save himself, the cunning Wayne on the opposite side spoke again:

"Of course, I know you are joking, Master. However, I have won the Gwent card game as agreed. I wonder if you can agree to my little request."

Hearing this, O'Henry suppressed his embarrassment. Despite feeling a bit frustrated over losing the Gwent card game, he curiously asked Wayne:

"It's a small matter, of course, I can promise you. But I'm a little curious. As a Witcher, if you don't go outside to kill monsters for a commission, why would you think of learning forging techniques from me? Your Witcher commissions can earn more than our blacksmithing."

In response, Wayne picked up the master-level silver sword made by the dwarf master and pulled it out of the scabbard, revealing the gleaming blade and the exquisite, mysterious magic inscription on the sword. It took Master O. Henry two days and two nights, assisted by seven or eight dwarf blacksmiths, to build this sword. Just looking at its shape could make a warrior intoxicated.

After a few seconds, Wayne opened his mouth and replied:

"Master, this is one of my wishes. As a warrior, I hope that I can have the most powerful weapons and armor in the world, but with my character, I want to learn to build it myself."

"Build the strongest weapons and armor in the world?" O'Henry was momentarily stunned upon hearing the words, mumbled something, couldn't help laughing, said "Ambition," and then adopted a serious expression, adding with a touch of disdain:

"Bastard boy, I have specialized in blacksmithing for 70 years, and I dare not make such a claim, and yet you, a little brat who doesn't understand anything, dare to speak nonsense; you really don't know the heights of the sky and the earth."

After a few curses, the master dwarf blacksmith lit a pipe, took a sip of the mellow tobacco, enjoyed it comfortably for a few seconds, and said:

"Well, boy, I don't care about your reasons; we dwarves always keep our promises. From today, you can come to our blacksmith shop to learn forging techniques at any time. If you have any questions, you can ask me or other dwarves for advice. You don't need to be my apprentice; we don't play those fake things. If there is any good wine in the future, just bring some over and let me taste it."

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Wayne immediately complimented Master O'Henry a few times, but the dwarf blacksmith didn't appreciate it. After loudly scolding Wayne, he kicked him out of his room.

Speaking of which, this Master O. Henry is really a man of temperament. A master-level silver sword of the Wolf School, including wages and materials, will cost at least more than 1000 Orens. Geralt once revealed that his silver sword was forged in Novigrad with the 300 crowns he had saved for three years. After conversion, at the current exchange rate, one crown is equivalent to about seven Orens, and his master-level silver sword is worth about 1000 Orens, which is indeed the most expensive equipment for most Witchers. After Master O. Henry accepted the bottle of Toussaint's red wine, he really didn't mention any remuneration and generously shared the bottle of fine wine with Wayne.

"This is a worthy dwarf friend," Wayne thought to himself, avoiding the crowds on the road, and soon returned to the Fox Tavern where he currently lived.

As soon as he walked into the tavern, a cute-looking girl in a maid costume greeted him. She saluted Wayne with a blushing face, handed over an invitation letter timidly, and said:

"Wayne, this is the birthday invitation that Lord Keira asked me to forward to you. She invites you to attend her birthday dinner in two days' time."

Wayne reached out to take the invitation letter from the girl, looked at her with a smile, and said

"Are you feeling any better, Maisie?" The girl's face turned even redder when she heard this. She was asked by the hostess Keira to join the battlefield in the middle of the night. But because she was an ordinary human being and a virgin, she fell asleep after only persisting for less than two hours. When she woke up in the morning, the hostess and Wayne had already left the mansion. But the wild and strong body of the witcher, with his boundless energy, has become a beautiful memory in her mind that will never be forgotten.

She blushed and didn't dare to look into Wayne's eyes, whispering, "Thank you for your concern, Wayne, I am in good health. The invitation letter has been sent. There are still many things waiting for me to deal with at home. Please allow me to leave first."

However, before she turned to leave, Wayne said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Maisie, please apologize to Ms. Keira for me. On the day of the birthday party, I have important matters to attend to and cannot attend her party. However, I will carefully prepare a birthday present for her, and I hope she can understand me."

When Maisie heard this, she raised her head and looked at Wayne in surprise. The royal adviser's birthday banquet was a high-class event that many people dreamed of and wanted to participate in. Unexpectedly, the man in front of her actually refused. However, as Keira's personal maid, she couldn't change the guest's mind, so she could only reply with some regret, "I will convey it to Lord Keira, Wayne. However, I think Lord Keira is really looking forward to your arrival. If possible, please don't refuse this invitation."

Wayne sighed inwardly. If it weren't for this birthday party, many high-ranking people in the kingdom would be invited to participate, and he would probably not refuse.

However, so far, he is not ready to enter the vision of those big shots. He doesn't want to be too high-profile and attract attention, so he can only refuse the beauty's kindness. "Sorry, Maisie, I really have something important to attend to. Please express my sincere apologies to Keira."

Seeing Wayne's sincere attitude, not pretending, Maisie gave a regretful "hmm" and said, "In that case, I will convey your apology to Lord Keira." After finishing speaking, the girl hurriedly left this slightly chaotic slum.

As soon as the girl left the tavern, Jaskier, who had been watching the show for a long time, blew a loud whistle and said in a chant-like voice, "Wayne, a ruthless witcher." "How can you refuse the invitation of a lovely girl? If it were me, I would definitely let this girl fall in sweet love." "Only memories as sweet as mead can answer the passion of a fair maiden."

Wayne ignored the booing Jaskier but walked over to the wine table opposite Geralt, who was also watching the show and sat down to drink a glass of cold beer. White Wolf raised his eyebrows, and a teasing smile appeared on his paralyzed face, and he said mockingly, "What's the matter, Wayne? If you regret it now, you can still chase the girl back." "I didn't go back to the tavern all the last night, so I spent a good night with this girl?" Wayne rolled his eyes, without explaining that he had fought two women, one of whom was a sorceress.

He placed the master silver sword cast by Master O. Henry in front of Geralt, took two half-metal half-wood light crossbows from his belt, put them on the table together, and said, "My silver sword has been forged. These two crossbows are the prizes I won from a master blacksmith." "You can choose one as a gift from me."

The white wolf raised his eyebrows, instead of looking at the crossbow, he reached out to pick up the master-level silver sword, pulled out the blade, watched it carefully, and couldn't help but sigh, "Exquisite workmanship, excellent materials, really a good sword. This must be the work of a master weapon forging." "You really surprised me, Wayne. This sword will cost you at least 1000 Orens. Where did you get so much money?" Wayne shrugged, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said with a little pride, "Not a penny, Geralt. You may not believe it, but I won it with my little brother."