Chapter 43 Dare to Steal My Horse After
eavesdropping in the tavern for a while, Wayne gained a lot and suddenly felt that having super hearing was really a good thing.
Not only does it give him a sharper sense of perception in battle and makes him less likely to be attacked by surprise, it also provides him with all kinds of unexpected conveniences in life.
Although the drinkers only talked quietly, they thought 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 warrior with super senses. Any slight sound would be detected once it entered the demon hunter's range of perception.
During the meal, Wayne not only heard about some of the major events that happened in Vizima City during this period, the policies of the city hall, and the plot of a group of bandits, but he even heard some information about the city from the few words of the drinkers. News about the vampire bird.
Since about a year and a half ago, there have been many cases of wild beast attacks and missing persons in the residential areas near the palace. The city guards always deal with these cases vaguely, and have never caught the real culprit. It makes people panic.
Until now, many civilians are unwilling to go out at night. Even gangsters and thieves in the city are affected by this and do not dare to go out to commit crimes at night. As a result, public security has improved a lot.
However, after the palace was moved and preparations for the new city began, many smart residents also felt a sense of crisis and came up with the idea of moving.
Nowadays, this monster that attacks residents at night has caused panic in the hearts of many people. However, because the official has been covering up the truth, the residents still do not know that the true identity of the monster is that of the current king Foltest. daughter.
Just when Wayne was listening interestingly, a skinny young man in tattered clothes walked into the tavern. He looked around the tavern. After spotting Wayne, he carefully avoided other drinkers and walked up to him and said: "
Mr. , your horse was stolen."
Wayne frowned when he heard this, immediately stood up and walked out of the tavern.
He pushed aside the drunkard blocking the way, lifted up the tapestry at the door, and came to the stables to take a look. Sure enough, Lucifer, the black mare he bought from Toluvel, was gone.
Some of the people watching around him secretly glanced at him with different expressions, trying to see his reaction.
Wayne showed no expression on the surface, but he was already scolding in his heart.
The guy who stepped on the horse was a thief who didn't know where he came from. He stole things on his head and dared to steal his horse. He was simply looking for death.
You know, the price of a good horse, converted into orens, is at least six hundred orens, which is money that many poor people will not be able to earn in their lifetime.
If you dare to steal horses in the city, are the people in the city guard just for a living?
This is too blatant.
Wayne was sulky, but he wasn't too worried. All the really valuable things were on him. There were only some worthless luggage on the horse, the herbs he picked, and the Elf bow given to him by Toruviel. , this is a good thing and cannot be lost.
It's just that these little thieves dare to offend a demon hunter. He will come to them later and make these bastards pay back double the amount.
At this time, Old York, the owner of the tavern, also came out. He guessed the general outline of what happened just by looking over his shoulder. He turned to look at Wayne and said calmly: "It should be someone from the Wild Dog Gang who did it." "
You
. You shouldn't come to the slums on horseback. The price of a horse can buy several lives here. Those guys will do anything for money." Old York looked
at the steel sword in Wayne's hand and his amber With colored pupils, he said softly:
"And during this period, a large number of outsiders are pouring into the city, and the city guards are very busy. If you report a theft case like this, you will definitely not be able to find it when they come to deal with it. One."
"Either consider yourself unlucky, or prepare a sum of money, and maybe buy your horse back from the Dingo Gang."
Wayne raised his eyebrows and asked in a funny way:
"You stole my things and asked me to buy them back with my own money. This wild dog gang is very courageous."
Old York frowned at Wayne and warned:
"Young man, I know you should be a little special. He may have some swordsmanship skills, but there are dozens of members of the Wild Dog Gang, and they are all bastards who do all kinds of evil." "Their boss, the Dog King, is also good at training dogs and has raised many vicious dogs. You ca n't afford to offend them."
"Don't lose your life because of a horse."
Wayne nodded and said nothing. Suddenly he noticed that the boy who had just told him that the horse was stolen also walked out. In the tavern, the thin body in ragged clothes was shivering in the cold wind.
Old York also noticed his gaze, turned to look at the boy, snorted and said:
"The boy's name is Alex. His only relative died two months ago. Now he is a beggar, relying on the nun's help. , and survived."
"He is a kind boy, but he did something stupid today."
Wayne's expression changed, and he immediately understood the meaning of Old York's words, and asked:
"The people from the Dingo Gang will take revenge on him. Retaliation for a child?"
Old York spat on the ground and said disgustedly:
"These bastards are all dirty, they can do all kinds of bad things, but they are very discerning and will not mess with those nobles and nobles. Rich people, so the City Guard didn't deal with them." "
However, I have seen it 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 Will rot in some unknown smelly ditch."
"As long as there are still people gathering together, this kind of thing cannot disappear, and it is the same everywhere."
Being able to say these words, Old York is obviously quite experienced. people.
Wayne also thought about it, stopped beating around the bush, and asked directly:
"Old York, do you still remember the half-elf kid who worked in your store ten years ago?"
Old York turned his head after hearing this, squinted his eyes and looked at Wayne carefully for more than ten seconds before he suddenly realized Said:
"I asked you why you look so familiar. It's your boy. Your name is Wayne, right? I still remember you." "Have
you become a demon hunter now? No wonder you have a pair of cats. Same eyes."
Wayne was a little surprised. He didn't expect that after so long, the tavern owner still remembered him and didn't even forget his name.
So he asked with some surprise:
"You actually 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 Will you accept a kid like you who can't do anything to work in my store?"
When Old York mentioned Martha, Wayne didn't care about his rude tone and immediately asked:
"My mother What happened next? Old York, do you know?" After
hearing this, Old York no longer looked at Wayne's expression, but sighed softly, and then said calmly:
"What else can I do? She is very ill. None of the nuns from the Litea Church could cure her. She died of illness within two months of you being taken away." "
Melissa paid for her burial, and her grave is now in the church cemetery."
Listen. Upon hearing the 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? Just
now Is she the one who served me wine and meat?"
In Wayne's vague memory, this was a prostitute who had a good relationship with his mother. Although she couldn't be said to be sisters, in those difficult days, she should be It can be said that they support each other.
Old York snorted again and said:
"Five or six years ago, she was injured by a prostitute and broke one of her legs." "
I thought she was pitiful, so I took her in. If I hadn't seen that she worked hard, I wouldn't have raised a useless person."
( End of this chapter)