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"Greetings to both of you, please don't be nervous."
"I am a witcher, rely passing through this area while carrying out a commission."
"I won't cause any trouble."
As he spoke, he observed the situation within the Druids' Circle.
This area sheltered by the sacred oak wasn't particularly large, roughly the size of two football fields.
Besides the extrely massive sacred oak at the center, the place grew many peculiar vegetation and trees, all brimming with vitality.
Moreover, among the grass and flowers, nurous forest animals like rabbits, wolves, birds, snakes, and rodents lived there peacefully and tranquilly, surprisingly without preying on each other.
What astonished the witcher even more was that he spotted three calf-sized juvenile wyverns near the sacred oak.
They were chasing and playing with each other like unweaned puppies, appearing adorable and clumsy, completely devoid of the ferocity and savagery of apex predators.
Could these have been tad by the druids?
To even ta wyverns—this old man before him truly possessed so remarkable skills.
Kiriman muttered to himself internally, though his face remained quite amiable as he maintained eye contact with the old druid and the beautiful dryad, showing no trace of hostility.
Although this old druid had lived in seclusion with minimal contact to the outside world, he had certainly heard of the witchers' reputation.
After carefully studying Kiriman for several seconds, the elder stroked his nearly half-ter-long beard, then spoke in a hoarse yet calm voice:
"A witcher, hmm."
"I know of your kind."
"You hunt monsters, help others solve problems, then collect paynt—a group of quite trustworthy warriors."
"The last ti I interacted with a witcher was over forty years ago—a Griffin School witcher nad Mister George, a respectable man."
"You may call Samoyeg, Grand Druid, guardian of this Druids' Circle."
George the Dragonslayer from the Griffin School?
So he's actually a Grand Druid, equivalent to an elder-level master among druids, at the very least a spellcaster who has lived one or two hundred years—not soone to be underestimated.
Kiriman felt relieved internally;
fortunately, the other party was soone he could communicate with peacefully.
While he wasn't exactly a good man, he wasn't a bloodthirsty killer either, especially not when facing a beautiful woman of another race!
"Pleased to et you, Mister Samoyeg."
"You may call Kiriman, Witcher Kiriman."
"Though this is our first eting, since we've encountered each other, I wonder if you have any commissions that need handling."
"As long as adequate paynt is provided and it doesn't violate my principles, I can help you resolve any matter."
Since they had t, he didn't mind helping them with so tasks.
Moreover, after seeing that the other party seed to possess thods for taming wyverns and held the identity of Grand Druid, this intention beca even more definite.
Druids differed from sorcerers.
The forr mastered life-nature magic and so special witchcraft, similar to a combination of shamans and druids from World of Warcraft, uniquely skilled in healing, controlling plants and animals, and taming beasts—unmatched by other spellcasters.
The chaos magic mastered by sorcerers, however, tended to be more sinister and destructive;
while powerful, it was mostly combat-oriented and had certain limitations.
As the saying goes, those who uphold justice receive much support while those who defy it find little. To thrive in any world, besides possessing strong personal capabilities, one must also befriend capable individuals and help each other.
This is what connections are about.
The old druid seed to have anticipated his reaction, perhaps having encountered similar situations before, and nodded quite calmly, saying:
"That's an excellent proposal, Mister Kiriman."
"There happens to be a matter currently troubling greatly, and I'm unsure how to handle it."
"It would be wonderful if you could help resolve this trouble."
"However, it's been a long ti since I've interacted with human society."
"I don't even have a single coin on , nor any precious tals like gold."
"I can't think of how to pay you for your services."
Wasn't this perfect timing?
Kiriman felt delighted internally.
What he wanted most right now was the thod to ta wyverns.
While Griffin knights sounded impressive, riding wyverns to fly around seed pretty fantastic too.
However, Samoyeg hadn't yet revealed what trouble he was facing, and Kiriman wasn't sure if he could resolve it, so it was better to proceed cautiously.
He spoke up:
"Please first explain the trouble you're facing, Mister Samoyeg."
"As for the matter of paynt, we can discuss that later."
The old druid was slightly taken aback, not expecting the witcher opposite him to be so reasonable, but he didn't overthink it and didn't believe that with his abilities, he would be unable to provide paynt.
Thus, the old druid's aged face showed a troubled expression as he said:
"In the southwest direction, several miles from here in a clearing, there's a group of lumberjacks consisting of humans and dwarves who have set up camp there."
"Since last year, they have been extensively logging in that forest, destroying many precious woodlands, causing nurous animals to lose their hos and flee their territories."
"I've advised them several tis, hoping they would harvest with restraint and coexist peacefully with the forest's animals."
"But it's useless—they don't heed any of my advice and continue to extensively damage the forest."
"So I hope you can help stop them."
"At the very least, they shouldn't log in this area—it would be better if they went sowhere farther away."
After hearing the old druid's troubles, the witcher felt amused internally.
Such a classic commission.
Forest protector druid versus forest destroyers who extensively log.
This combination had appeared countless tis in fantasy worlds.
Fortunately, druids in the witcher world weren't as extre as those in so other worlds.
Faced with mortal destruction, they primarily relied on persuasion and tolerance, even just wanting to persuade the loggers to leave rather than making them stop logging entirely.
Otherwise, with the power Grand Druid Samoyeg commanded, those lumberjacks would have probably long since turned into fertilizer sowhere.
This was a simple commission—at least for soone like him with flexible moral boundaries, handling it would be quite straightforward.
Direct elimination, physical threats, bribery with money, or handling through social connections—there were plenty of thods.
Kiriman readily agreed, saying:
"Mister Samoyeg, you can entrust this commission to ."
"I'll help you resolve this trouble."
"As for the paynt matter, I've already thought of sothing."
"I noticed that within your Druids' Circle, several juvenile wyverns are living there—they seem tad, as if they've beco your companions."
"I want such a thod;
I want to beco companions with those fierce beasts and have them aid in battle."
"Can you teach how this is done?"
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