Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job

Chapter 36 Floating Harbor (asking for a monthly ticket, asking for a reward, asking for a collection)

Floating Harbor is a port town in the Kingdom of Temeria, located in the Pontar Valley, built along the upper reaches of the Pontar River, surrounded by impassable bushes and forests.

This is an important trade toll station in Temeria. There is an army stationed there all year round. Any ship going here needs to pay a trade tax. A large number of merchant ships dock here to buy supplies, which also makes this remote town near the border between Temeria and Kaedwen obtain a strange kind of prosperity.

Wayne and Geralt disembarked at the port of this small town. After saying goodbye to the generous bearded Captain Wesker of Skellig, they entered this trading town.

There are not many residents in the town, only a few hundred or so in total. There are quite a few members of the elves and dwarves. Looking at their words and deeds, it seems that the non-human races here have not suffered too much unfair treatment. At least you can see smiles on their faces.

And among the pedestrians coming and going on the street, there are many gorgeously dressed businessmen and tourists, as well as sailors with rough skin and rough behavior.

Many shops are built along the street, including blacksmiths, bookstores, clothing stores, etc. Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs.

Apparently it was the great trade on the Ponta River that brought life to this remote town.

However, as soon as he entered the town, Geralt, the old fritter, was attracted by the seemingly largest tavern in the town. It was a three-story tavern. It looked a bit dilapidated on the outside, but the overall decoration was quite gorgeous. It was obvious that his boss had put a lot of thought into it.

Several young women with scantily clad clothes and a lot of fair skin were standing outside the tavern leaning against the door frame and window, seducing passers-by with seductive eyes.

Any man knows where it is.

Geralt was tickled by the eyes of those girls, he nudged Wayne with his elbow, showed a slightly sullen smile, and said with a look you understand:

"Wayne, let's go to that hotel to rest, wait two days before heading to Vizima."

"After staying on Wesker's boat for so long, my body is numb, and every day is full of clear soup and little water. It's time to have a good meal."

Wayne glanced at Geralt with a look of contempt.

Where do you want to eat good food? You obviously want to eat seafood and abalone.

Of course he knew exactly what this guy wanted to do, but we were all companions, so we had to accommodate each other and not interfere too much with each other's actions, so he nodded and said:
"Okay, let's rest here for two days. By the way, see if there are any commissions that can be completed here."

As the first trading town he encountered, Wayne also wanted to go to the tavern to see if he could find a few Gwent masters, and add a little experience to his Gwent level.

Seeing that Wayne agreed with him, Geralt smiled and walked towards the tavern.

He didn't rush into the tavern, but walked towards the women leaning outside the tavern, and with just a few words, he hooked up with two young girls with ease, with his arms around the girls' waists, with an indescribably happy expression on his face.

With money in their pockets, their backs were tough, so they directly opened the two best rooms. After leaving Wayne with a meaningful smile, Geralt couldn't wait to put his arms around the two women and headed to the second floor.

Wayne looked at the white wolf's back with contempt, and snorted disdainfully.

As demon hunters, their bodies have been mutated, and their metabolic rate is dozens of times that of ordinary people. This change not only allows them to have a drug resistance and recovery speed far superior to ordinary people, but also the hormones in their bodies are several times that of ordinary people.

This has also led to the fact that demon hunters have been in a state of emotional depression all year round, and need to vent their desires frequently. Many demon hunters have weird personalities, even a little crazy, and this is also because of this reason.

And the strong body and strong energy make demon hunters always inseparable from women. It is precisely because of this that many female warlocks like to find a demon hunter as a bed partner.

After he separated from Geralt, Wayne didn't go to rest in his room either. He wasn't interested in these vulgar fans in the tavern. Instead, he bought a bottle of high-end cherry mead from the bartender, chose a clean seat to sit down, and carefully observed the surrounding situation.

The hall of this tavern is quite large. As the only large tavern in the floating port, there are quite a lot of guests dining here at this time.

Merchants, sailors, captains, tourists, and local residents add up to 50 people. They sit together in groups of twos and threes, teasing each other, bragging, drinking and fighting, and the atmosphere is very lively.

After observing for about 3 minutes, Wayne found his target, which was a fat businessman in a silk robe and a small round fur hat on his head.

On his chubby face, the facial features were crowded together, making him look unattractive, but the smiling expression on the corner of his mouth was quite friendly.

However, this was not something Wayne cared about. The reason why he noticed him was because Wayne had clearly seen that an exquisite leather bag containing the Gwent brand was hanging on the belt around his waist, shaking slightly.

The businessman was apparently also a fan of Gwent.

Wayne walked up to him with the wine bottle, exchanged glances with the fat businessman, and then generously took out his Gwent card, put it on the table in front of the businessman, with a kind smile on his mouth, and asked:

"Sir, wouldn't it be too boring to drink alone? Would you like to play a game of Gwent?"

The fat businessman stopped the two bodyguards who came from the seat next to him because Wayne approached.

He looked up and down Wayne with his shrewd eyes, and finally landed on his amber cat pupils for a few seconds before showing a signature business smile.

The voice was a little high-pitched and said:
"A legendary demon hunter, and a demon hunter who can play Gwent."

"What reason do I have to refuse, what about an interesting gamble?"

"My name is Dalanke Revardon, a businessman from the south, nice to meet you, witcher"

Wayne didn't talk nonsense, and sat directly opposite the fat businessman, took out ten ducats from his pocket as a bet, placed them in the middle of the table, and said in his mouth:
"You can call me Wayne, Mr. Revarden."

"I'm just a novice at the Gwent card, and I only have a fairly common card in my hand. Later, sir, you have to be merciful and don't let me lose too embarrassingly."

Hearing this, the fat businessman nodded kindly, but the smile on the corner of his mouth widened unconsciously.

He laughed, and said in a warm but polite voice:
"Small question, Mr. Wayne, I'm also new to this kind of game, we can chat while playing, I'm very interested in the life of a witcher."

(End of this chapter)