Chapter 42 Chatting in the Tavern
Wayne was still dressed as a traditional demon hunter at this time, wearing a blue-black light armor from the Wolf School, similar to a half-length chainmail with thick leather armor sewn on the outside. It was quite handsome and practical.
There is a black cowhide belt wrapped around his waist, with a waist bag, a dagger and a potion bag for potions tied to the belt. A refined steel sword with a black scabbard is hung on his right belt, with the iconic wolf head of the Wolf School. The badge is hidden in the armor.
This fully armed outfit, combined with his tall and strong figure, short dark blond hair, and amber cat eyes, made him look like a powerful swordsman.
When he entered the Fox Tavern, his completely different image from ordinary people immediately caught the attention of the boss and the drinkers, and even made the noisy atmosphere in the tavern quiet for a moment.
However, the residents living in Vizima City are still much more knowledgeable than the farmers in the countryside.
Although they were looking at Wayne with vigilant eyes, overtly or covertly, no one acted rashly, and they all pretended to be drinking and bragging as if nothing had happened.
As a demon hunter, Wayne was used to seeing all kinds of strange looks. He ignored the looks of the drinkers, walked up to the tavern owner, and lightly knocked on the wooden bar.
This is a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, with short black and white hair and a long and narrow scar running through his left face and upper and lower lips. He looks like a veteran who survived the battlefield.
Wayne looked at him and looked at the various drinks in the wine cabinet behind him, as well as the fresh game hanging on the counter with a rope, and said: "Old York, give me a bottle of Vizima beer
. I'll get some rabbit meat."
The middle-aged boss, whom he called Old Yorker, glanced up at him, moved his lips, and said flatly in a hoarse voice:
"Fifty copper coins."
"Guest, please go first. Pay the bill, this is our rule."
Wayne nodded after hearing this, but he didn't have small coins like copper coins on him. He took out an Oren from his wallet and put it on the bar in front of the tavern owner. explain:
"One Oren, let's get some beef at this price."
The boss reached out and took the Oren, weighed it in his hand, and after confirming that it was genuine, his expression became slightly kinder. , said:
"Please find a seat and sit down. Guests, the wine and meat will be brought to you shortly."
Wayne didn't say much, looked around the tavern, found an empty table with few people, and sat down. He took off the steel sword and put it on the table, and looked at the other drinkers.
When the other guests in the tavern saw that he did not behave strangely, they all looked away and began to brag about drinking. The atmosphere quickly returned to the noisy atmosphere just now.
After five or six minutes, a lame woman in her thirties brought beer and barbecue and carefully placed them on his table.
Wayne raised his head and glanced at the woman's face. Suddenly his expression changed and he thought of something. However, he did not react immediately. Instead, he picked up the knife and fork and ate while listening to the sounds of other people discussing in the tavern.
In the Middle Ages, there was little information. Apart from official propaganda, most ordinary people did not know much new information.
Taverns like this one with dense crowds and mixed crowds are an important channel for many people to collect intelligence.
At this point, the witcher's super hearing has a natural advantage and can help Wayne obtain a lot of intelligence.
Just like now, at a table not far from him, two men dressed as workers were chatting.
The young worker was strong, but his expression was a little depressed. He looked at the workers next to him and asked depressedly: "
Hey, Jason, have you heard about it?"
"After New Vizima is built, everyone who wants to go there will People who live in the new city have to go to the city hall and pay a land purchase tax before they can get a piece of land and build their own house." "
They divided the entire new city into three areas, and the land prices in each area are very different. Not only do you have to buy the land yourself, but you also have to pay for the construction of the house yourself. This is preparing to completely separate the poor from the rich!"
The worker named Jason, who was about forty years old, said disapprovingly:
"Isn't this a matter of course? Do you still want the king to pay for you and build a house for you?"
"We are not allowed to pay taxes for building a new city. It is already the mercy of King Foltest."
"I heard from the nuns in Meriteli Church that the area suitable for us to live is called the Temple District. When the time comes, Meriteli Church will also build a new church there. "About 80% of the residents of Vizima will live in the Temple District." "
There is also a district called the Trading District, but only nobles and wealthy businessmen, as well as decent wealthy people and officials of the king, can afford to live there."
"That's good. Living separately from those big shots and those treacherous businessmen can make us live more comfortably." The young man scratched his head and complained in a low voice: "But I just
said
After marrying Lisa, all the money I saved before is gone. How can I still have money to buy a house in a new city?" "Lisa is pregnant now, so I have to work alone. I want to save enough to buy a house. Money, I wonder how long it will take?"
Jason glanced at his troubled friend, his tone softened slightly, and comforted him:
"It's not urgent, Lotta, if New Vizima is to be built, it will take at least a while. In two years, the city hall will only be responsible for building public facilities and city walls. We have to spend our own money to repair our own houses." "
You can borrow some money to buy a piece of land first, occupy a position first, and build the house later when you have money. ."
"Don't you know how to do carpentry? You can just work in the construction team. There is a shortage of manpower there. The wages are not bad and it is easy to find a job." "If it doesn't work, spend some money first and rent
someone else's house . Okay, we can't stay in the old city of Vizima any longer. Aren't you afraid that Lisa will get up in the middle of the night and disappear?"
After hearing this, the young man seemed to have figured it out, and his tone became firm and said:
"Yes, Lisa is the most important thing. I will find someone to sell the shabby house tomorrow. No matter how much money I can get for it, I will move to a new city first. Even if I live in a shack, it will be safer than here."
Jason seemed to be very satisfied with the young man's attitude and said,
"You don't need to find anyone else, Lotta. I have already bought a piece of land in the temple area. I don't have money to build a house for the time being. Let's set up a tent to live in first. There are so many people." It's safer, I won't charge you rent."
Young man Lotta was very surprised when he heard this, and said with a smile:
"Jason, thank you, you are really my friend, when I buy the land, let's see if we can do it Neighbor, I’ll treat you to a drink, so don’t be polite.”
After saying that, the two began to brag about drinking one glass at a time, and the content they talked about became meaningless trivia.
Wayne withdrew his attention and looked at another table not far away. Three people armed with weapons and dressed as mercenaries were sitting there drinking. An ugly-looking man with stubble on his face and rotten teeth cursed in a low voice. Said:
"Gan, life has been difficult recently!"
"The King of Shit sent his army into the forest and set up many outposts along the way. We saw so many fat sheep wandering in front of us, but we had no chance to take action. That's so fucked up."
When another bald man with a few scars on his face heard this, he immediately reprimanded:
"Fuck you, Rotten Tooth, you can shout louder so that the farmers next to you can hear it. , and then go tell the truth and let the guards hang us."
"But before that, I must chop off your dick first, and then stuff it into your ass."
Another middle-aged man with a thin body and a wretched appearance , immediately smiled and smoothed things over between the two of them, saying:
"Brother Scarface, Brother Rotten Tooth, don't be angry. We are all brothers. The boss asked us to come to the city because he has an important task for us." "No, don't
. Because of a trivial matter, the boss’s task was delayed.”
The strong man called Rotten Tooth snorted, knowing that he was in the wrong. Instead of fighting with the scarred man, he asked the thin man:
"Rat Eyes, have you found the target?"
"The caravans in the city are so busy now." There are many, and we need guards everywhere. It should be very simple for us to blend into a caravan." The
thin man named Mouse Eyes looked around warily, and then whispered:
"I have spotted a wealthy businessman. He is in the business of high-end tableware. Recently, rich people in wealthy areas are building new houses, and high-end tableware is selling like hot cakes." "This rich businessman is going to hire a group of guards to escort
him back from the floating port. A batch of goods should be very valuable and meet the requirements of the boss." "
The wealthy businessman is planning to set off in three days. I have already spent money to build connections so that the three of us can join the escort team." "
Inform the boss then and we will cooperate internally and externally. You should be able to make a lot of money."
(End of chapter)