Chapter 41

Due to the construction of New Wyzima, the old city of Wyzima is very lively at this time. A large number of workers, farmers, and passing travelers and merchants are queuing to enter the city, and the amount of goods entering and leaving every day is amazing.

In order to prevent riots in the royal capital, King Foltest specially sent an army of five hundred people, stationed in the woods a few kilometers outside Wyzima, responsible for assisting Mayor Velerad in maintaining the security of the entire Wyzima.

As for whether there are other meanings, Wayne speculated that perhaps King Foltest also understood that the nobles under his hands were already dissatisfied, so he stationed troops so close to maintain stability.

Although this king is criticized in his private life, among the many kings in the North in the future, only a few people like King Foltest can barely be considered wise monarchs. Most of the others are smelly fish and shrimp, pig teammates.

The Nilfgaardian Empire was able to occupy the North so quickly, and these pig teammates contributed a lot.

Leuvaarden's caravan queued near the city gate for nearly half an hour before entering the city area under the inspection and supervision of a group of soldiers.

As the caravan entered the city, the guard mission of Wayne and the others was completed.

He rode his horse to Leuvaarden's side, looked at the smiling fat rich merchant, first expressed his gratitude, and after receiving the remuneration, he bid a friendly farewell to this southern merchant.

However, at the time of parting, Leuvaarden said very enthusiastically:

"Mr. Wayne, before my new house is built, I will stay in the Kingfisher Inn. I admire the witcher's skills very much. There will definitely be opportunities for cooperation in the future. I hope we can keep in touch more in the future."

"If you have confirmed your address, please send someone to notify me. I have a contract in the near future that I want to entrust to you."

"Of course, the reward will definitely be quite generous, please don't refuse."

Hearing that Leuvaarden had a contract, Wayne naturally wouldn't refuse. He held the fat rich merchant's hand, with a business-like kind smile on his face, and said:

"Please rest assured, Mr. Leuvaarden, I have quite a lot of confidence in your character and strength. As long as your contract does not violate our witcher's principles, I will definitely not refuse."

"Moreover, I came to Wyzima this time, not just to accept contracts. In the future, we may have other aspects of affairs to cooperate, who knows."

Hearing this, Leuvaarden looked at Wayne unexpectedly, and then showed an interested expression. According to his understanding, witchers rarely stay in the same place for too long. He didn't know what else they could cooperate with besides contracts.

However, Leuvaarden is a smooth person. He kept a smile on his face, nodded and said:

"Okay, Mr. Wayne, I also look forward to cooperating with you."

After the conversation, Wayne parted ways with Leuvaarden's caravan and came to Geralt and Dandelion's side.

Dandelion obviously couldn't wait any longer. He rode the small donkey he bought with money borrowed from Geralt, kept turning around on the side of the road, and from time to time winked at the women passing by, playing the lute, and showing off his singing voice.

Geralt was holding his mount Roach, with straw in his mouth, leaning against a tree, looking at the passersby.

Wayne walked to his side, handed him the small money bag containing fifty Orens, and asked:

"We have arrived in Wyzima, Geralt, what are your plans?"

The White Wolf spat out the grass root in his mouth, stuffed the money bag into his waist bag casually, shrugged, and said in a hoarse voice:

"We are witchers, what else can we do?"

"Wait a minute, find a place to live first, and then go to the city hall or near the tavern to see if we can find a contract."

"By the way, figure out the location of the blacksmith shop and the brothel. These two places are very important to us witchers."

Dandelion heard this and ran over and said:

"Haha, brothel, yes, brothel."

"Believe me, Geralt, although I am also coming to Wyzima for the first time, I can guarantee that the girls here will soon fall in love with me, fall in love with the great poet Dandelion. When you say you are my friend, maybe they will give you a discount."

Although he guessed that these two guys wouldn't have any serious business, Wayne was still sighing at their lazy attitude.

He thought for a while, and then said:

"Then let's do this, Geralt, you and Dandelion go to the city to stroll around and see if there are any contracts."

"I want to go to the slums to deal with something. Let's meet at the gate of the city hall in the evening."

Geralt heard this, looked at Wayne thoughtfully, then nodded, patted Wayne on the shoulder, and left with Dandelion.

He still has a lot of money on him, so he is not in a hurry to find a contract. It is not bad to get some equipment and find some fun. Witchers in this period have never had any far-reaching ideas, and most of them live a life of getting drunk today.

Being able to eat and drink well, and play with women by the way, is already the happiest day for a witcher.

After parting with the two, Wayne became alone again after a long time, and a feeling of loneliness and freedom arose spontaneously.

Following the vague memory in his mind, he soon found the slum where he lived as a child.

It was a piece of low wooden houses, short and dilapidated, connected together. There were puddles and feces everywhere on the road, and those coming and going were some poor people in simple clothes and sallow faces.

There are not many shops here, only some vendors pushing small carts on the side of the road, selling some daily necessities, and occasionally there are scolding sounds from nowhere, adding some life to this place.

And in the depths of these houses, there is a two-story detached small building that is always lit with many oil lamps. The door is half-covered, the internal decoration is relatively clean, and men who look slightly richer often come in and out, and from time to time, the sound of women's panting and scolding can be heard from inside.

This is the business place for those slum prostitutes in Wayne's memory.

Several women in revealing clothes but with somewhat pale complexions stood outside the house, showing their plump figures weakly. Even if the drunks and ruffians passing by took advantage of them, they would only attract a few scoldings.

And not far from them, several strong men with tattoos, tied with short knives and wooden sticks around their waists, were leaning against the dilapidated wooden board house, chatting while watching the passersby with fierce eyes.

They are all gang members in this area, responsible for taking care of the prostitutes here, not only to protect their safety, preventing them from being taken advantage of by some poor ghosts, but also to collect high protection fees from these women to maintain gang life.

And about ten meters away from the brothel, there is a two-story tavern that looks like it has been around for a while, with the name Fox Tavern written on the sign.

Compared to the poor and dirty slums, only this tavern looks slightly cleaner. The chimney on the roof is constantly emitting heat, and from time to time, you can hear some rude laughter and vague scolding from the tavern.

Seeing the name of this tavern, Wayne's eyes lit up. In Wayne's vague memory, Wayne in his childhood had worked as a clerk here for a period of time, helping the boss there wash dishes, serve wine, etc.

In addition to food and housing, he could get a meager salary of a dozen copper coins every week, which is a quite impressive memory of his childhood.

If he wants to get any information from the past, this is a good choice.

Thinking of this, he walked, bypassed the mud on the ground, pushed open the blanket covering the cold wind at the tavern door, and walked into this Fox Tavern.

(Thanks to the two big shots Daji and Bigan, Sleepy Summer for their rewards, thank you for your support, cute new author, welcome everyone to put forward your opinions, comment more, muah!)

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