Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job

Chapter 41 The Fox Tavern (asking for a monthly ticket, asking for a reward, asking for a collection)

Due to the construction of the new Vizima City, the old Vizima City is very lively at this time. A large number of workers, farmers, and travelers and merchants line up to enter the city, and the amount of goods that enter and exit every day is even more amazing.

In order to prevent turmoil in the royal capital, King Foltest specially sent an army of 500 people to station in the woods a few kilometers outside Vizima City, responsible for assisting Mayor Vedlard and maintaining the law and order of Vizima.

As for whether there are other meanings, Wayne speculates that perhaps King Foltest also understands that the nobles under him are dissatisfied, so he stationed troops in such a close place to maintain stability.

Although this king is criticized in terms of private life, among the many kings in the north in the future, only a few such as King Foltest can barely be regarded as wise monarchs.

The Nilfgaard Kingdom was able to occupy the north so quickly, thanks to these pig teammates.

Revarden's caravan lined up near the city gate for nearly half an hour before entering the city under the inspection and supervision of a group of soldiers.

As the caravan entered the city, Wayne's escort mission was considered complete.

He came to Levardon on horseback, looked at the fat rich businessman with a smile on his face, first expressed his thanks, and after receiving the reward, he said goodbye to the southern businessman friendly.

However, on the occasion of parting, Levardon said very enthusiastically:

"Mr. Wayne, before my new house was built, I lived in the Kingfisher Hotel. I admire the skills of the witcher very much. In the future, we will definitely have a place to cooperate. I hope we can get in touch more in the future."

"If you have confirmed the address, please send someone to inform me. I have an entrustment in the near future, and I want to entrust it to you."

"Of course, the reward will definitely be quite generous, please don't refuse."

Hearing that Revardon had an entrustment, Wayne certainly would not refuse. He held the hand of the fat rich businessman, with a friendly business smile on his face, and said:

"Please rest assured, Mr. Levardon, I have great confidence in your character and strength. As long as your entrustment does not violate the principles of our demon hunters, I will definitely not refuse."

"Besides, I came to Vizima this time not just to accept commissions. In the future, we may have other matters that we can cooperate with, maybe."

Hearing this, Levardon glanced at Wayne in surprise, and then showed an expression of interest. According to his understanding, demon hunters seldom stay in the same place for too long. He didn't know what else they could cooperate with besides commissioning.

However, Revardon is a smooth person, he kept a smile on his face, nodded and said:
"Okay, Mr. Wayne, I also look forward to working with you."

After the conversation, Wayne separated from Levardon's caravan and came to Geralt and Dandelion.

Dandelion was obviously getting impatient with the wait. He rode the little donkey he borrowed from Geralt, and he kept circling along the side of the road, winking at the passing women from time to time, playing the lute, and showing off his singing voice.

Geralt, on the other hand, was leading his steed, Carrot, with a straw in his mouth, leaning against a tree, looking at the passers-by.

Wayne walked to his side, handed him the small purse containing fifty Oren, and asked:
"We've arrived in Vizima, Geralt, what are your plans?"

The white wolf spit out the grass roots in his mouth, stuffed the money bag into his pocket casually, shrugged, and said in a hoarse voice:
"We are demon hunters, what else can we do?"

"Let's find a place to live first, and then go to the city hall or near the tavern to see if you can find a commission."

"By the way, find out the location of the blacksmith shop and the brothel. These two places are very important to us demon hunters."

After Dandelion heard it, he also ran over and said:

"Haha, brothel, yes, brothel."

"Believe me, Geralt, even though it's my first time in Vizima, I can guarantee that the girls here will soon fall in love with me and the great poet Dandelion. When the time comes, if you say you are my friend, maybe you will be given a discount."

Although he guessed that these two guys would have nothing serious to do, Wayne still sighed a little at their sloppy attitude.

He thought for a while, and then said:

"That's how it is, Geralt, you and Dandelion go to the city to see if there is any commission."

"I'm going to deal with some things in the slum area. Let's meet at the gate of the city hall in the evening."

Hearing this, Geralt glanced at Wayne thoughtfully, then nodded, patted Wayne on the shoulder, and left with Dandelion.

He still has a lot of money on him now, so he is not in a hurry to find commissions. It would be good to have fun with equipment and equipment. Demon hunters in this period never have any far-reaching ideas, and most of them live a life of drinking now and now.

Being able to eat and drink well, and play with women by the way, is already the happiest day for a witcher.

After being separated from the two, Wayne became alone again after a long absence, and a feeling of loneliness and freedom emerged spontaneously.

Following the vague memory in his mind, he quickly found the slum where he lived as a child.

It was a stretch of low wooden houses, high and low, and dilapidated. The roads were full of puddles and excrement. Those who came and went were poor people with poor clothes and thin faces.

There are not many shops here, only some vendors pushing small carts on the side of the road, selling some daily necessities, and occasionally there are shouts and curses from nowhere, which adds some breath of life to this place.

And in the depths of this house, there is a two-story single-family building that is always lit with many oil lamps. The door of the house is ajar, and the interior decoration is relatively clean. There are often men who look a little richer coming in and out, and women's panting and cursing voices can be heard from inside from time to time.

This was the place of business for the pauper whores Wayne remembered.

A few women with scantily clad but somewhat gloomy complexions stood outside the house, weakly showing off their plump figures. Even if passing drunks and rough men took advantage of them, they would only attract a few curses.

And not far from them, a few strong men with tattoos on their bodies and short knives and sticks tied around their waists were leaning on the dilapidated wooden houses, chatting and watching the passers-by with fierce eyes.

They are all gang members in this area. They are responsible for guarding the prostitutes here, not only to protect their safety and prevent them from being taken advantage of by some poor ghosts, but also to collect high protection fees from these women to maintain gang life.

And ten meters away from the brothels, there was a two-story tavern that looked old, and the name of the Fox Tavern was written on the signboard.

Compared with the poor and dirty slums, only this tavern looks a little cleaner, the chimney on the roof is constantly steaming, and some rude laughter and indistinct curses can be heard from the tavern from time to time.

Seeing the name of this tavern, Wayne's eyes lit up. In his vague memory, Wayne was a clerk here for a period of time when he was a child, helping the boss there to wash dishes and deliver drinks.

In addition to food and housing, I can also get a meager salary of more than a dozen copper coins every week, which is quite an impressive memory in my childhood.

If he wanted to get some information about the past, this place was a good choice.

Thinking of this, he took steps, avoided the muddy water on the ground, pushed aside the blanket at the door of the tavern to block the cold wind, and walked into the fox tavern.

(Thanks to Daji, Bigan, and Sleepy Xiari for their rewards, thank you for your support, cute new author, everyone is welcome to put forward your own opinions and comments, ok!)
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