Chapter 36 Floating Port (please vote for me, please give me rewards, please collect)
Floating Port is a port town in the Kingdom of Temeria. It is located in the Pontar Valley and was established along the upper reaches of the Pontar River. It was unable to Surrounded by bushes and forests.
This is an important trade toll station in Temeria. There are troops stationed all year round. Any ship that goes here needs to pay a trade tax. A large number of merchant ships dock here to buy supplies, which also makes this place in Temeria. The remote town near the border with Kaedwen has gained a strange kind of prosperity.
Wayne and Geralt disembarked at the port of this small town. After saying a friendly farewell to the generous and bearded Captain Wesker of Skellige, they entered this trading town.
There are not many residents in the town. There are only about a few hundred people in total. There are many members of the elves and dwarves. Judging from their words and deeds, it seems that the non-human races here have not suffered too many injustices. The treatment, at least you can see a smile on their face.
Among the pedestrians coming and going on the streets, there were also many gorgeously dressed businessmen and travelers, as well as rough-skinned and rude sailors.
Many shops are built along the street, including blacksmith shops, bookstores, clothing stores, etc. Although the sparrow is small, it has all the essentials.
Apparently it was the large amount of trade on the Ponta River that brought vitality to this remote town.
However, as soon as he entered the town, the veteran Geralt was attracted by what seemed to be the largest tavern in the town. It was a three-story tavern. It looked a bit shabby on the outside, but the overall decoration was quite gorgeous. Obviously, His boss put a lot of thought into it.
Several scantily clad young women, exposing a lot of fair skin, were standing outside the tavern, leaning against the door frames and windows, seducing passers-by with their seductive eyes.
Every man knows where that place is.
Geralt was tickled by the looks in those girls' eyes. He poked Wayne with his elbow, showed a slightly sultry smile, and said with a look that you know: "Wayne, let's go there
. Rest at the hotel and wait two days before rushing to Vizima."
"After staying on Wesker's ship for so long, my body is numb, and every day I eat soup and water. It's time to have a good meal."
Wayne looked at Geralt with a look of contempt . One glance.
You don't want to eat well here. You obviously want to eat seafood and abalone.
Of course he knew very well what this guy wanted to do, but we were all companions and 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 and take a look
. Is there any commission 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 give him a Gwent level. Go up and gain some experience.
Seeing that Wayne agreed with his idea, Geralt smiled and walked toward the tavern.
He did not rush into the tavern, but walked towards the women leaning outside the tavern. In just a few words, he successfully hooked up with the two young girls. He put his arm on the girl's waist with an expression that said no. Out of joy.
With money and strong backbone, they directly booked the two best rooms. After Geralt left Wayne with a meaningful smile, he couldn't wait to put his arms around the two women and headed to the second floor. .
Wayne looked at White Wolf's back with disdain and snorted disdainfully.
As demon hunters, their bodies have undergone mutations, and their metabolic rate is dozens of times that of ordinary people. This change not only gives them anti-drug ability and recovery speed that are far beyond ordinary people, but also hormones and other hormones in their bodies. , which is also several times that of ordinary people. This also leads to the fact that witchers are in a state of emotional repression all year round and need to vent their desires frequently. Many witchers have eccentric personalities and are even a little crazy. This is also due to this reason.
The strong body and strong energy also make witchers always inseparable from women. Many female sorcerers take a fancy to this and like to find a witcher as a bed partner.
After separating from Geralt, Wayne did not go to the room to rest. He was not interested in the vulgar fans in the tavern. Instead, he bought a bottle of high-end cherry honey wine from the bartender and chose a clean seat to sit on. down, carefully observing 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.
There were forty or fifty people in total, including merchants, sailors, captains, travelers, and local residents. They sat together in groups of three or two, teasing and bragging, drinking and fighting, and the atmosphere was very lively.
After observing for about three minutes, Wayne found his target, a fat businessman wearing 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 at the corner of his mouth was quite friendly.
But this was not something that Wayne cared about. The reason why he noticed him was that Wayne had clearly seen a beautiful leather bag containing Gwent cards, hanging slightly from the belt around his waist.
The businessman is also obviously a Gwent fan.
Wayne walked up to him with a bottle of wine, looked at each other with the fat businessman, then took out his Gwent cards generously and put them on the table in front of the businessman, with a kind smile on his face. Question:
"Sir, wouldn't it be boring to drink alone? Do you want to play a game of Gwent?" The
fat businessman stopped when he heard this, and two bodyguards came over from the seat next to Wayne because of Wayne's approach.
He looked up and down at Wayne with his shrewd eyes, and finally fell on his amber cat eyes for a few seconds before showing a signature business smile.
The voice was somewhat high-pitched and he said:
"A legendary demon hunter, or a demon hunter who can play Gwent."
"What reason do I have to refuse, an interesting bet?"
"My name is Dalenk. Revaden, a merchant from the south, nice to meet you, witcher."
Wayne didn't waste any time and sat directly opposite the fat businessman. He took out ten ducats from his pocket as a bet and placed them in the middle of the table. He said, "You can
call me Wayne, Mr. Revaden." ."
"I'm just a newbie in Gwent, and I only have quite common cards in my hand. Sir, please be merciful later and don't let me lose too badly." Hearing this, the fat
businessman nodded kindly . , but the smile at the corner of his mouth grew wider unconsciously.
He laughed loudly and said in an enthusiastic but polite voice:
"Small question, Mr. Wayne, I have just come into contact with this game. We can chat while playing. What do I think about the Witcher?" Life is very interesting."
(End of chapter)