Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job

Chapter 43 Dare to Steal My Horse

After eavesdropping in the tavern for a while, Wayne gained a lot, and suddenly felt that it was a good thing to have super hearing.

Not only does it allow him to have a sharper perception in battle, and it is not easy to be attacked, but even in life, there are various unexpected conveniences.

Although the drinkers only talked in low voices, they thought that they would not be heard by the people around them in such a noisy environment.

But they didn't know that there was a demon hunter nearby, a super soldier with super senses, and any slight sound would be noticed once it entered the range of perception of the demon hunter.

During the meal, Wayne not only heard some major events that happened in Vizima City during this period, the policies of the city hall, the plot of a group of robbers, and even heard some news about the vampire demon bird from the words of the drinkers.

Since about a year and a half ago, there have been many cases of wild beast attacks and missing persons in the residential area near the palace. The city guards always deal with these cases vaguely, and have never caught the real culprit, causing panic.

Until now, many civilians are reluctant to go out at night, and even the gangsters and thieves in the city are affected by this, and they dare not come out to commit crimes at night, so the public security has improved a lot.

However, after the palace was relocated and the construction of the new city began, many smarter residents also felt a sense of crisis and thought of moving.

Now this monster that attacks the residents at night has caused panic in the hearts of many people, but because the authorities have been covering up the truth, the residents still don't know that the true identity of the monster is the daughter of the current king Foltest.

Just when Wayne heard it interesting, a skinny young man in ragged clothes walked into the tavern, looked around the tavern, found Wayne, carefully avoided other drinkers, walked up to him, and said:

"Sir, your horse has been stolen."

Wayne frowned when he heard this, and immediately stood up and walked out of the tavern.

He pushed away the drunkard who was blocking the way, lifted the tapestry at the gate, and went to the stable to have a look. Sure enough, his black mare Lucifer, which he bought from Toluville, had disappeared.

Some of the surrounding crowd secretly glanced at him with different expressions, wanting to see his reaction.

Wayne didn't show any expression on the surface, but he was already scolding in his heart.

A horse rider, a thief who doesn't know where he came from, actually stole things from him, and even dared to steal his horse, he was looking for death.

You must know that the price of a good horse, if converted into oren, is at least six hundred oren, which is money that many poor people will not be able to earn in their entire lives.

Dare to steal horses in the city, don't those city guards all eat dry food?
This is too blatant.

Wayne was sullen in his heart, but he wasn't very worried. All the real valuables were on his body. On the horse's back were only some worthless luggage, the herbs he picked, and the elven bow that Toluviel gave him. This was a good thing and couldn't be lost.

It's just that these little thieves dared to offend a demon hunter, and he would find him later, so that these bastards would pay back double.

At this time, Old York, the owner of the tavern, also came out. He guessed the outline of the matter just by inspecting it casually. He turned to look at Wayne and said lightly:
"It should be someone from the Wild Dog Gang."

"You shouldn't come to the slums on horseback. The price of a horse can change several lives here. Those guys can do anything for money."

Old York looked at the steel sword in Wayne's hand and his amber pupils, and said softly:

"Besides, during this period of time, a large number of outsiders have poured into the city, and the city guards are very busy. If you report a theft case like this, by the time they come to deal with it, you will definitely not be able to find a single one."

"Either you think you are unlucky, or prepare a sum of money, maybe you can buy your horse back from the wild dog gang."

Wayne raised his eyebrows and asked a little funny:
"Stole something from me and asked me to buy it back with my own money. This wild dog gang is quite courageous."

Old York frowned and looked at Wayne, and warned:

"Young man, I know you should have some special skills, and maybe some swordsmanship, but the Wild Dog Gang has dozens of members, and they are all villainous bastards."

"Their boss dog king is also good at training dogs. He has raised a lot of vicious dogs. Most people can't afford to mess with them."

"You don't want to lose your life because of a horse."

Wayne nodded and did not speak. He suddenly noticed that the boy who had just told him that the horse had been stolen had also walked out of the tavern. His thin body in rags was shivering in the cold wind.

Old York also noticed his gaze, turned his head to look at the boy, snorted and said:
"The child's name is Alex. His only relative died two months ago. Now he is a beggar. He survived only with the help of the nun."

"He's a kind kid, but he did something stupid today."

Wayne's expression changed, and he immediately understood the meaning of Old York's words, and asked:
"Will the Wild Dogs take revenge on him? A kid?"

Old York spat on the ground and said in disgust:
"These bastards are all indiscriminate and can do anything bad, but they have a good look and won't mess with those nobles and rich people, so the city guards didn't deal with them."

"However, I have seen a lot. This kind of gang will not be rampant for long. In a few years, they will be replaced by other gangs, and the bastards of the Wild Dog Gang will also rot in some unknown stinky ditch."

"It's not going to go away as long as there are places where people gather, everywhere."

Being able to say these words, it is obvious that Old York is also a very experienced person.

Wayne also thought about it, and stopped beating around the bush, and asked directly:
"Old York, do you still remember the half-elf kid who worked in your shop ten years ago?"

Old York turned his head when he heard the words, squinted his eyes and carefully looked at Wayne for more than ten seconds, and then suddenly said:

"I said, why do you look so familiar? So it's you, kid. Your name is Wayne, right? I still remember you."

"Are you a witcher now? No wonder you have cat-like eyes."

Wayne was a little surprised. He didn't expect that after such a long time, the tavern owner still remembered him, not even his name.

So he was a little surprised and asked:
"You remember me, old York?"

The tavern owner snorted and said disdainfully:
"I have a very good memory. If your mother Martha hadn't begged me several times, I would have accepted a little kid like you who can't do any shit to work in my shop?"

Hearing Old York mentioned Martha, Wayne didn't care about his rude tone, and immediately asked:
"What became of my mother? Do you know, old York?"

Hearing this, Old York no longer looked at Wayne's expression, but sighed lightly, and then said lightly:
"What else can I do? Even the nuns of Melitea Church can't cure her illness. She died of illness within two months after you were taken away."

"Melissa paid for her burial, and her grave is in what is now the church cemetery."

Hearing this news, Wayne's expression changed, and he felt an invisible impulse in his body that made him want to go to the grave to pay homage to Martha, so he sighed and asked:

"Melissa? Is it Aunt Melissa? Is that the one who served me wine and meat just now?"

In Wayne's vague memory, this is a prostitute who has a good relationship with his mother. Although it can't be called a sister, it should be called mutual support in those difficult days.

Old York snorted again, and said:
"Five or six years ago, she was injured by a client and broke a leg."

"I thought she was pitiful, so I took her in. If I didn't see her hard work, I wouldn't raise a useless person."

(End of this chapter)