Witcher: Master Kiliman’s Grand Ambitions-Chapter 59: The Method to Tame Wyverns

Although aesthetic preferences vary among different races, tall and handsome males representing superior genes are almost universally welcomed.
Upon seeing the old druid and the dryad maiden, Kiriman showed a friendly smile on his face, spread his hands to indicate he meant no harm, and said:
"Greetings to both of you, please don't be nervous."
"I am a witcher, merely 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 extremely massive sacred oak at the center, the place grew many peculiar vegetation and trees, all brimming with vitality.
Moreover, among the grass and flowers, numerous 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 tamed by the druids?
To even tame wyverns—this old man before him truly possessed some 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-meter-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 payment—a group of quite trustworthy warriors."
"The last time I interacted with a witcher was over forty years ago—a Griffin School witcher named Mister George, a respectable man."
"You may call me 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 someone to be underestimated.
Kiriman felt relieved internally;
fortunately, the other party was someone 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 meet you, Mister Samoyeg."
"You may call me Kiriman, Witcher Kiriman."
"Though this is our first meeting, since we've encountered each other, I wonder if you have any commissions that need handling."
"As long as adequate payment is provided and it doesn't violate my principles, I can help you resolve any matter."
Since they had met, he didn't mind helping them with some tasks.
Moreover, after seeing that the other party seemed to possess methods for taming wyverns and held the identity of Grand Druid, this intention became even more definite.
Druids differed from sorcerers.
The former mastered life-nature magic and some 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 seemed 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 me greatly, and I'm unsure how to handle it."
"It would be wonderful if you could help me resolve this trouble."
"However, it's been a long time since I've interacted with human society."
"I don't even have a single coin on me, nor any precious metals 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 method to tame wyverns.
While Griffin knights sounded impressive, riding wyverns to fly around seemed 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 payment, 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 payment.
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 numerous animals to lose their homes and flee their territories."
"I've advised them several times, 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 me stop them."
"At the very least, they shouldn't log in this area—it would be better if they went somewhere 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 times in fantasy worlds.
Fortunately, druids in the witcher world weren't as extreme as those in some 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 somewhere.
This was a simple commission—at least for someone 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 methods.
Kiriman readily agreed, saying:
"Mister Samoyeg, you can entrust this commission to me."
"I'll help you resolve this trouble."
"As for the payment matter, I've already thought of something."
"I noticed that within your Druids' Circle, several juvenile wyverns are living there—they seem tamed, as if they've become your companions."
"I want such a method;
I want to become companions with those fierce beasts and have them aid me in battle."
"Can you teach me how this is done?"