Chapter 41 Fox Tavern (please ask for monthly tickets, please reward, please collect)
Due to the preparation 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 every day. The amount of goods coming in and out is even more staggering.
In order to prevent unrest in the royal capital, King Foltest specially dispatched an army of 500 troops stationed in the woods a few kilometers outside Vizima City. They were responsible for assisting Mayor Vidrad and maintaining the entire Vizima city. Mar's security.
As for whether there was any other meaning, Wayne speculated that perhaps King Foltest also understood that the nobles under him were dissatisfied, so he stationed troops so close to maintain stability.
Although this king is criticized for his personal life, among the many kings in the north in the future, only King Foltest and a few others can be regarded as wise monarchs. Most of the others are rotten fish. , pig teammates.
The Kingdom of Nilfgaard was able to occupy the north so quickly, thanks to these pig teammates.
Rewarden's caravan queued 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 completed.
He rode up to Revaden, looked at the fat and wealthy businessman with a smile on his face, expressed his gratitude first, and after receiving his reward, said a friendly farewell to the southern businessman.
However, before parting, Revarden 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, There must be places where we can cooperate, and I hope we can keep in touch in the future." "
If you have confirmed your address, please send someone to inform me. I will have a commission in the near future that I want to entrust to you." "
Of course. The reward will definitely be quite generous, so please don’t refuse.”
When he heard Revarden’s request, Wayne certainly wouldn’t refuse. He held the hand of the fat, wealthy businessman and said with a friendly business smile on his face:
"Please rest assured, Mr. Revarden, I have great confidence in your character and strength. As long as your commission does not violate the principles of our demon hunters, I will not refuse." "Furthermore, I came to Victoria this time
. Gemma, it’s not just to accept the commission, we may have other things to cooperate with in the future, maybe.”
Hearing this, Rewarden glanced at Wayne in surprise, and then showed his feelings. An expression of interest. According to his understanding, witchers rarely stay in the same place for too long. He doesn't know what else they can cooperate with apart from entrustment.
However, Revarden was a smooth man. He kept a smile on his face, nodded and said, "
Okay, Mr. Wayne, I am also looking forward to cooperating with you."
After the conversation, Wayne and Revarden discussed the matter. After the team separated, they came to Geralt and Dandelion's side.
Dandelion was obviously impatient to wait. He rode the little donkey he bought with borrowed money from Geralt and kept circling on the roadside. From time to time he would wink at the passing women and play the lute. , showing off his singing voice.
Geralt was holding his horse Carrot, holding straw in his mouth, leaning against a tree, and looking at the passers-by.
Wayne walked up to him, handed him a small purse containing fifty Orens, and asked:
"We have arrived at Vizima City, Geralt, what are your plans?"
White Wolf Spitting out the grass roots in his mouth, he stuffed the money bag into his pocket casually, shrugged, and said in a hoarse voice:
"We are demon hunters, what else can we do?"
"Find a place to live first, and then... Go to the city hall or the tavern and see if you can find the commission." "
By the way, find out the location of the blacksmith shop and brothel. These two places are very important to us witchers."
After hearing this, Dandelion also He ran over and said:
"Haha, brothel, yes, brothel." "Believe me, Geralt, although it is my first time to come to Vizima, I can guarantee that the girls here will soon fall in love with me and the great poet. Dandelion, if you say you are my friend, I might even give you a discount."
Although he guessed that these two guys would not have anything serious to do, Wayne still sighed a little at their casual attitude.
He thought for a while and then said:
"That's it, Geralt, you and Dandelion go to the city to see if there are any commissions."
"I'm going to the slums to deal with something. Let's meet at the door of the city hall in the evening."
Upon 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 his body, so he is not in a hurry to find commissions, buy equipment, and have fun. Demon hunters in this period never have any far-reaching ideas, and most of them live a life of being drunk now. Life.
Being able to eat well, drink well, and play with women at the same time is already the happiest day for a demon hunter.
After being separated from the two of them, Wayne was alone again after a long absence, and a feeling of loneliness and freedom emerged spontaneously.
Following the vague memories in his mind, he quickly found the slum area where he lived as a child.
It was a collection of low wooden houses, all high and dilapidated. There were puddles and excrement everywhere on the road. People coming and going were poor people with poor clothes and sallow faces.
There are not many shops here, only some vendors pushing carts on the roadside, selling some daily necessities. Occasionally, there are shouts and curses coming from nowhere, which adds a bit of life to the place.
In the depths of this house, there is a two-story detached building with many oil lamps always lit. The door is ajar and the interior is relatively clean. Men who look a little richer often come in and out from time to time. The voices of women panting and cursing could also be heard coming from inside.
This was the place of business for those poor prostitutes that Wayne remembered.
A few scantily clad but pale-looking women stood outside the house, feebly showing off their voluptuous figures. Even if drunkards and rough men passing by took advantage of them, they would only attract a few curses.
Not far away from them, several strong men with tattoos on their bodies and daggers and wooden sticks tied to their waists were leaning on the dilapidated wooden houses, chatting and looking at the passers-by with fierce eyes.
They are all gang members in this area and are responsible for guarding the prostitutes here, not only to protect their safety and prevent them from being taken advantage of by some poor people, but also to collect high protection fees from these women and maintain the gang life.
About ten meters away from the brothel, there was a two-story tavern that looked a little older. The name Fox Tavern was written on the sign.
Compared to the poor and dirty slums, only this tavern seemed slightly cleaner. The chimney on the roof was constantly steaming. From time to time, you could hear some rude laughter and vague sounds coming from the tavern. Clear curses.
Wayne's eyes lit up when he saw the name of this pub. In his vague memory, Wayne worked as a clerk here for a period of time when he was a child, helping the owner wash dishes, serve drinks, etc. of.
In addition to food and accommodation, I also received a meager salary of more than a dozen copper coins every week, which is a very impressive memory from my childhood.
If he wanted to get some information about the past, this would be a good choice.
Thinking of this, he stepped around the muddy water on the ground, pushed open 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 Summer for the reward. Thank you for your support. New authors welcome everyone to put forward your own opinions. Comments are welcome!) (End of this chapter
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