Witcher: The Half Elf

Wayne's generous gesture immediately drew cheers from the onlookers

Despite having no direct stake in the substantial bonus on the table, the common folk were delighted in receiving a free feast of wine and meat, along with the spectacle of an exciting gambling game. For people in the Middle Ages with limited entertainment options, this was akin to a grand celebration.

As for those with malicious intentions, witnessing Wayne generously allocate a quarter of the coins from the table to entertain the crowd significantly diminished the jealousy and greed in their hearts.

The following day, Wayne awoke in the finest room the tavern had to offer. Upon descending to the first-floor lobby, it was nearly noon. As he looked around to check if Geralt was present, a voice, that was a little funny but also clear and melodious, like singing poetry, broke into his ears.

"Geralt is this the youngest witcher of your school, Mr. Wayne?"

"Wow, blond hair, a handsome elf boy, a Gwent master, and a witcher."

"In just one night, he was the talk of the town, everyone was talking about his generosity, his good luck, and his unparalleled Gwent skills."

"Such an excellent person, I'm going to put his name into my poetry; it's going to be fascinating."

"By the way, he doesn't have a nickname yet. I also want to think of a resounding nickname for him, just like the nickname "White Wolf. In the future, this will definitely become a legendary title, resounding throughout the Northern Kingdom."

Hearing the lively voice, Wayne instinctively turned toward the source and locked eyes with a young man dressed in flamboyant attire. The stranger sported a purple hat adorned with vibrant feathers and colorful aristocratic tight-fitting clothes. He looks handsome and has a romantic demeanor.

Despite their lack of prior acquaintance, the man acted like a friend who hadn't seen him for a long time. He stood up, waving enthusiastically, and called out:

"Join us, Wayne! Geralt and I have been eagerly awaiting your presence. The major event is just around the corner, and we're here to enjoy a drink to refresh ourselves. This afternoon, I plan to assist you in orchestrating this grand spectacle. This gambling event will definitely become an unforgettable memory for the residents of the floating port."

Geralt, who was sitting next to him, seemed to know the young man's character very well. Seeing Wayne's face was slightly surprised, he cast a glance that suggested not to make a fuss. Although there was no expression on his face, it still revealed a sense of embarrassment.

"Come and sit, Wayne."

"This is Jaskier, a friend of mine who just came here today by boat."

In reality, Geralt didn't need to provide an introduction. Wayne, having engaged in the game and delved into the original book, already deduced the identity of this young man.

Dandelion, the renowned poet. Speaking of which, this guy is also a legend. He is obviously just a powerless poet, but he seems to have a certain destiny connection with Geralt. They always meet in various strange ways, and then start some weird adventures.

Although he always brought all kinds of troubles to the white wolf when he got along with him was an absolutely reliable friend and a good brother who would never betray Geralt when he was in real danger.

In the future, "Geralt of Rivia" will become famous in the north, and the image of the witcher will start to improve in many people's hearts, which is due to the hard work of Jaskier.

Balabala, balabala, from before the meal to after the meal, it didn't stop for several hours. But Jaskier is also very good at making troubles. He never seems to be stage fright, or he naturally likes to attract other people's attention. After lunch, he jumped out and said that he would help Wayne organize the afternoon gamble. He took out a lute and sang poems in the tavern, and loudly greeted the onlookers who were waiting around and the participants who wanted to participate in the gamble.

Jaskier is a young man with an exceptional talent for poetry. His humor, and ability to evoke emotions through melodious music and fluent poems captivate the masses. Occasionally sprinkling jokes into his performance, he effortlessly brings laughter to the surrounding residents.

The residents of Floating Harbor had never seen such a poet before, and they were all attracted by Jaskier's temperament as if he was the protagonist in this gamble.

Wayne found it amusing and looked at Geralt, who had been quietly sipping his drink beside him. He smiled and remarked, "Is he always like this? He seems like quite an interesting character, and traveling with him must be quite entertaining."

Geralt shrugged a hint of helplessness in his tone. "It's more than just entertaining; he's a troublesome character. I've known him for less than a year, and I've been sent to prison twice because of him."

"However, he is a worthy friend. He won't harbor prejudice against us, witchers like others. Despite causing trouble, he'll never betray his friends."

Geralt took another sip of spirits, and said to Wayne, "After finishing the big game today, let's get out of here quickly. Due to the riot you caused, the mayor is already quite dissatisfied with us. He even refused to let me accept a commission. He also subtly threatened that if we didn't leave soon, he'd have soldiers throw us in jail."

"If you don't want to end up in jail with me or become a wanted criminal, then wrap things up here quickly, and let's leave."

Wayne nodded at Geralt's words. His primary goal was to gain experience at the Gwent card level. Once the big game was finished, his purpose would be achieved, and there would be no need for further conflicts with the local mayor.

This incident served as a reminder to him that if he intended to organize such influential events in other places, establishing good relationships with local authorities was crucial. It would be best to inform them in advance. No manager likes troublemakers, and Wayne understood that avoiding such issues would help him maintain a positive reputation as a witcher.