The son-in-law of Mr. Hachishaku

Chapter 273 Please close your eyes when it gets dark

There are four major gangsters in Novigrad, one of whom is Francis Beland, who calls himself the Beggar King. Although the nickname sounds funny, everyone in the city respects him.

Perhaps it was because Novigrad had not had a king rule for nearly two hundred years that Beran granted himself a throne, mocking the red tape of the palaces of other countries and at the same time reaping some benefits.

The Beggar King is a pragmatic person who only does what is beneficial to himself.

He manages thieves, beggars, homeless people and street orphans all over the city.

This group of ubiquitous informants always let the Beggar King know the latest rumors and the most valuable news in the city.

And he also collected taxes from his 'subjects' like a true king.

Or you can also ask for an offering.

The Beggar King is different from the vast majority of the residents of Novigrad. He can't stand the Eternal Fire Sect, let alone their fanaticism for religion and their discrimination against non-human races. Therefore, spellcasters who want to escape capture by the sect usually seek his asylum.

Of course, the pragmatic king will charge a certain benefit fee.

The rotten forest that Li Ang and the others came to was the independent small kingdom of the Beggar King, but there was neither rottenness nor woods here, but a slum that even the city guards did not dare to set foot in easily.

In order to maintain his rule, the Beggar King built a high wall around the rotten forest, and the only entrance was guarded by an iron-clad wooden door and guards.

A few seconds after Li Ang knocked on the door, a ferocious face appeared in the small window on the door.

"Who are you? What do you want to do!"

Li Ang replied unhurriedly: "I heard that this place is the home of scum and freaks, so I wanted to bring my two freak friends to see the world."

With that said, he moved aside, revealing Geralt and Keira behind him.

The guard looked outside a few times: "The yellow-eyed demon hunter and the secretive sorceress are indeed a bunch of freaks."

"You can come in, but you have to tell me the secret code. If you can't tell me, just pay the entrance fee honestly."

Geralt didn't expect that it would be so troublesome to enter the door, so he secretly made a sign gesture, ready to control the guard's mind at any time.

Fortunately, Li Ang responded fluently: "The old sow gave birth to piglets."

After successfully meeting the down-to-earth codeword, the guard's ferocious face suddenly became more friendly: "Very good, welcome to the Fu Forest, brother."

Then he unlocked the door and put the three people inside.

The interior of the Rotten Forest was even dirtier than expected. The air was filled with an indescribable stench, and the ground was filled with sewage and silt. The narrow streets are flanked by illegally raised buildings, and mountains of garbage and waste are piled in the corners.

Keira couldn't help but cover her mouth and nose. She always liked the luxurious upper class life, paid attention to appearance and grooming, and hated all dirty things.

"It's unimaginable that Triss can stay here."

The members of the Sorceresses' Coven are all familiar with each other, and Keira and Triss have an additional relationship. They were both magic advisors to the Temerian royal family.

However, the relationship between the two can only be described as average, not particularly good.

Geralt said with relief: "Be patient for a while, and we will leave after we find Triss."

Keira didn't speak, but moved closer to Li Ang, because she found that as long as she was close to this man, not only did the smell disappear, but she could also smell a unique fragrance.

Like a bright moon between red wine and fruit trees.

She couldn't describe what the moon smelled like, but she suddenly had this feeling.

If Li Ang knew what Keira was thinking, he would definitely tell her that this was Aqina, Lani and others declaring sovereignty.

The three of them walked deeper and deeper along the narrow alley. Spellcasters who were usually rare appeared in piles here, and many of them would use their own abilities to help the residents of the Rotten Forest solve their problems.

The demon hunter, who never forgets to observe the movements around him, said: "From the time we came in until now, we have encountered a total of 7 thieves, 6 prostitutes, and 11 warlocks. It's enough to open a warlock academy."

Kayla was not interested in knowing this: "Please go faster, I beg you."

Although she couldn't smell the stench when she stayed next to Li Ang, the dirty environment made her vision severely damaged. If she lingered for a while, she would probably vomit.

You must take a good shower after going out.

"Don't worry, we're almost here." Li Ang stopped in front of a small clinic.

The clinic's facade is quite simple, and it doesn't even have a sign. It is almost the same as the surrounding private houses. The reason why it is called a clinic is mainly because even if the door is closed, you can smell a strong smell of herbal medicine.

Keira eagerly pushed the door open and walked in, followed closely by Geralt.

Li Ang won the third place and did not forget to close the door.

In the clinic, her old lover Tris is talking to the Beggar King. She uses 80% of the clinic's profits in exchange for the Beggar King's protection. However, as more and more people seek medical treatment, the pragmatic Beggar King intends to Let’s raise the commission figure even higher.

Triss was dependent on others, and even though she complained, she didn't dare to say anything. Moreover, the Beggar King threatened her with the lives of other spellcasters.

Just then, the red-haired sorceress's lover comes to her rescue.

"A gangster leader who takes advantage of thieves and beggars, really thinks he is a king?"

"Hi, Triss."

Looking back, Triss was surprised and happy to see the white-haired witcher: "Geralt?!"

At the corridor of the clinic, Keira, who deliberately slowed down her pace, asked in a low voice: "Should we avoid it so as not to disturb their reminiscence?"

Li Ang replied: "You should say this to the bald guy opposite. His forehead is so bright that it reflects light."

After hearing this, Kayla couldn't stop laughing, and finally she simply put her face on his back, assuming a very intimate posture: "Let me slow down, no, it's too interesting."

"It's so fake." Li Ang muttered silently, and then pulled out his arm that was stuck in the gully.

This caused Keira to give him a sullen look.

Liang still looked puzzled, fixing his eyes on Geralt's old lover.

Triss Merigold, a young and beautiful genius sorceress.

He has light blue eyes, a little freckles on his face, a beauty mark under his mouth, his signature fluffy red hair, and a sapphire amulet around his neck.

As one of the founders of the sorceresses' coven, her influence among the sorceresses is as impressive as her magical talent, and thus she has become the main target of the Eternal Flame.

As a result, Triss, who originally opened a clinic in the city center, was forced to seek asylum from the Beggar King.

After ensuring her own safety, she took it upon herself to lead other persecuted spellcasters and attempted to help them escape Novigrad.

In addition, Triss also taught Ciri for a period of time.

Because Kaer Morhen was home to a group of rough men, Ciri was raised as a boy when she was a child. It was Triss who taught her the differences between men and women and a lot of common sense. The relationship between the two was as close as sisters.

And it was only because of Triss's intervention that Ciri did not accept the Green Grass Trial.

Because the former feels that the latter cannot be deprived of her right to become a mother when she still doesn’t understand anything. At least wait until she's older and let her make her own decisions.

Li Ang stared at Triss intently, which made Keira feel a little disgusted.

Even though she didn't have any stance, it was always unpleasant to have the meat that was about to be cooked taken away by someone.

"Is she that good? That's all I feel."

Li Ang glanced at the lustful sorceress and said, "I'm just curious about what kind of woman can fascinate the famous Butcher of Blavikan."

"I heard you!" Geralt shouted after him.

Triss smoothed her hair around her ears and lowered her head shyly.

The Beggar King was very unhappy when he saw several people treating him like nothing. "It seems that you know each other, Demon Hunter, but in my territory, I suggest you keep your tail between your legs."

Geralt heard something from his words: "Did you know we were coming? Did the spies from the Rotting Forest tell you?"

"If I wasn't well informed, I would have been drowned in the river a long time ago." The Beggar King became more and more impatient as he spoke: "Also, don't call Fu Lin any more. Don't you think this rotten name has nothing to do with our cozy little nest?" Don’t you deserve it?”

While the two were communicating, Keira was introducing Li Ang to Triss.

A friend of a friend is a friend, not to mention Geralt's friend, so Triss's attitude is quite friendly.

The three of them were also chatting enthusiastically.

After the initial acquaintance, Triss asked the purpose of the three people's visit: "I guess Geralt is definitely not here just for me. He must have other important matters." Leon replied: "Unfortunately, you guessed wrong. Yes, he is here for you."

"Geralt needs your help with something, concerning his daughter."

"You mean?" Triss glanced at the Beggar King not far away, without saying Ciri's name: "Where is she?"

Leon was also forced to become the Riddler: "Skellig, but she has been to Novigrad."

Triss looked in disbelief: "It's impossible. If she had been here, she would definitely come looking for me."

Li Ang smiled and said: "With the current situation in Novigrad, do you think you are easy to find?"

"Then what are you doing?" Triss paused: "Forget it, let's not talk about this for now, how can I help?"

Li Ang raised his chin in the direction of the witcher: "Let Geralt explain it to you specifically, and give you time to catch up on the past."

After saying that, he found a comfortable place to sit down, not treating himself as an outsider at all.

Keira followed suit and sat next to him.

At this time, Geralt and the Beggar King were almost done talking.

From what the Beggar King said, it seemed that he had a task to entrust to the demon hunter, but he also planned to give the two disconnected old lovers some time alone.

Everyone was so understanding, and Geralt and Triss didn't refuse.

It just so happened that Triss had to go to the city to deal with something.

Not long after the two went out, the Beggar King said goodbye.

Li Ang called out to him: "Don't leave in a hurry, Mr. Bei Lan, I want to have a few words with you."

The Beggar King was stunned for a moment. No one dared to call him by his name for a long time.

"What to talk about?"

Li Ang did not answer in a hurry, but first said to Keira: "Close your eyes."

The lustful sorceress frowned. If she was afraid of being heard, shouldn't she cover her ears? What's the point of closing her eyes?

"For your own good, be obedient." Li Ang advised softly.

His voice seemed to have magic power, and Keira's bones froze when she heard it, and she closed her eyes obediently.

When vision disappears, the sensitivity of other senses increases.

Keira first heard a faint sound of water, then a few meaningless syllables from the Beggar King, and finally it seemed like a fish was flapping on the floor.

After a few more seconds, she heard Li Ang say: "You can open your eyes."

Keira immediately followed the instructions, her eyes gradually adapted to the light, and her vision recovered little by little.

She looked around curiously, but strangely, nothing in the house was any different from before.

Li Ang lay leisurely on the recliner that originally belonged to Triss and said calmly:

"Mr. Belan, you can leave now. I'll come back to you if anything happens."

"Yes." The Beggar King replied humbly.

When passing by Kayla, he deliberately gave a slightly stiff smile, as if to please.

The lustful sorceress was so frightened that she stood up.

Because she saw a pair of red eyes and two protruding sharp teeth.

"he!"

Kayla was about to turn around to remind Li Ang, but she saw the other party put his index finger to his lips.

"Shh, please keep our little secret."

"Okay."

Kayla suddenly felt uneasy, this was really weird.

A mess of thoughts made her subconsciously distance herself from the man next to her.

Li Ang didn't care, and even hummed a pleasant tune.

Sometimes it's that simple to get rid of a woman's entanglements.

The two were alone until late at night without any communication. Although Keira had no urge to run away, she still glanced at the door from time to time, hoping that Geralt and the others would come back soon.

Another half hour passed before her prayers were finally answered.

Triss, who walked in first, took off her hood and cloak and said to the demon hunter behind her: "Sorry, I don't have men's clothes here. You may have to endure it."

Geralt, who was all wet, replied: "It doesn't matter, I'll just go and bake by the fireplace for a while."

Upon seeing this, Li Ang teased: "You made a mistake just a few hours after you left home?"

Geralt didn't understand the joke, but explained seriously: "He helped Triss fish out something from the moat, chatted about Ciri, went to the warehouse to catch mice, and fought with some witch hunters. One."

In fact, he and Tris had an in-depth discussion about their relationship issues and came to the conclusion that they should remain friends from now on.

But there is no need to talk about this kind of thing outside.

The omniscient Li Ang said lazily: "Then you are quite busy tonight."

At this time, Tris saw that something was wrong with her former colleague: "Keira, your face looks bad. Are you sick?"

Kayla forced a smile and said, "No, I'm fine."

At the same time, he was struggling with whether to tell Triss and Geralt what happened just now.

Although Keira said she was fine, Triss got busy preparing a potion to cure the disease.

Li Ang looked at the busy figure of the red-haired sorceress and remembered an interesting piece of knowledge.

Triss cannot use magic on herself or drink potions because she is allergic to magic.

Can you believe that a legendary sorceress is allergic to magic?

The world's great wonders.

Just as he was thinking about it, Geralt suddenly appeared and blocked Li Ang's sight intentionally or unintentionally.

"Is something wrong?"

"No, I just want to stand here for a while."

Old vinegar jar.

Li Ang cursed in his heart, and then said: "Don't worry, our old Li has a bottom line."

Geralt said dryly: "We are just friends."

Li Ang got up from the recliner: "If you hadn't said this, I might have believed it."

Geralt changed the subject and whispered: "Keira's attitude towards you seems to be a little different. She behaves well. I will tell Ciri."

Although he is a pile driver who likes to show mercy, he hopes that his daughter's future husband will be a pure lover.

Old double standard.

Li Ang rubbed his chin: "In that case, let me think about how to repay you."

"Oh, by the way, you have an old friend who is also in Novigrad."

"Unfortunately, it's a man this time."

　At the end of the year, the work unit has a lot of things to do, and I still have to save manuscripts for the New Year. I can only guarantee 4,000 yuan a day.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)