Chapter 42

Wayne is still dressed as a traditional witcher at this time, wearing a blue-black light armor of the Wolf School, similar to a half-body chain armor with thick leather armor sewn on the outside, which is quite handsome and practical.

He has a black cowhide belt around his waist, with a waist bag, a dagger, and a potion bag for potions tied to the belt. The refined steel sword with a black scabbard is hung on the belt on his right side, and the iconic wolf head medallion of the Wolf School is hidden in his clothes and armor.

This fully armed outfit, combined with his tall and strong figure, dark golden short hair, and amber cat eyes, looks like a powerful swordsmanship master at first glance.

When he entered the Fox Tavern, his image, which was completely different from ordinary people, immediately attracted 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 Wyzima are still much better than the farmers in the countryside in terms of knowledge.

Although they looked at Wayne with vigilant eyes, either openly or secretly, no one acted rashly, and they all pretended to drink and brag as if nothing had happened.

As a witcher, Wayne was already used to all kinds of strange eyes. He ignored the drinkers' look, walked to the tavern boss, and tapped the wooden bar lightly.

This is a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, with black and white short hair, and a long, narrow scar running through his left face and upper and lower lips, looking like an old soldier who survived on the battlefield.

Wayne looked at him, looked at the various wines in the wine cabinet behind him, and the fresh game hanging on the counter with a rope, and said:

"Old York, bring a bottle of Wyzima beer, and get me some rabbit meat."

The middle-aged boss called Old York glanced at him, moved his lips, and said in a hoarse, plain voice:

"Fifty copper coins."

"Guest, please pay first, this is the rule here."

Wayne nodded when he heard this, but he didn't have small money like copper coins on him. He touched an Oren from the money bag in his waist bag, put it on the bar in front of the tavern boss, and said:

"One Oren, get some beef at this price."

The boss reached out and took the Oren, weighed it in his hand, and after confirming it was real, his expression became a little kinder, saying:

"Please find a place to sit, guest, wine and meat will be sent over in a while."

Wayne didn't say much, looked around the tavern, found an empty table with few people, sat down, took off his steel sword and put it on the table, and looked at the other drinkers.

The other guests in the tavern saw that he had no unusual actions, and they withdrew their eyes one after another, and started their own drinking and bragging again. The atmosphere quickly returned to the noise just now.

After five or six minutes, a limping woman in her thirties brought beer and barbecue and put them on his table carefully.

Wayne looked up at the woman's face, and suddenly his expression moved, thinking of something, but he didn't react immediately, but picked up the knife and fork, eating while listening to the voices discussed by others in the tavern.

Information in the Middle Ages is blocked. Except for official propaganda news, most ordinary people don't know much new information.

And a tavern like this with dense traffic and mixed fish and dragons is an important channel for many people to collect information.

In this regard, the witcher's super hearing has a natural advantage, which can help Wayne obtain quite a lot of information.

Just like now, at a table not far from him, two men dressed as workers are chatting.

The young worker is strong, but his expression is a bit depressed. He looked at the fellow worker next to him and asked somewhat depressedly:

"Hey, Jason, have you heard?"

"After New Wyzima is built, everyone who wants to live in the new city must pay a land purchase tax at the city hall to get a piece of land to build their own house."

"They divided the entire new city area into three areas, and the land prices in each area are vastly different. We not only have to buy land ourselves, but also have to pay for building the house ourselves. This is to completely separate the poor ghosts 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 you a house?"

"It's already King Foltest's mercy that we weren't asked to pay taxes for building the new city."

"I heard from the nuns in the Melitele church that the area suitable for us to live in is called the Temple District. By then, the Melitele church will also build a new church there. About 80% of Wyzima's residents will live in the Temple District."

"There is also an area called the Trade District, but it is a place where only nobles and rich merchants and those decent rich people, and the king's officials, can afford to live."

"That's fine, living separately from those big shots who are high above, and those treacherous merchants, can also make us live more comfortably."

The young man scratched his head and complained in a low voice:

"But I just married Lisa, and the money I saved before is all gone. Where is the money to buy a house in the new city?"

"Lisa is already pregnant now, and I can only come out to work alone. I don't know how long it will take to save enough money to buy a house?"

Jason looked at his friend who was in trouble and said in a slightly slower tone, comforting:

"This is not urgent, Rota. New Wyzima wants to be built, at least it will take a year or two. The city hall will only be responsible for building those public facilities and city walls. We have to pay for our own houses."

"You can borrow some money to buy a piece of land first, occupy a position first, and build the house slowly when you have money in the future."

"Aren't you a bit of a carpenter? It just so happens that you can go to the construction team to work. They are short of people, and the wages are quite good. It is easy to find a job."

"If it really doesn't work, spend some money to rent someone else's house. The old city of Wyzima can't stay much longer. Aren't you afraid that Lisa will disappear in the middle of the night?"

Hearing this, the young man seemed to have figured it out, and said firmly in his tone:

"Yes, Lisa is the most important thing. I will find someone to sell the dilapidated house tomorrow. No matter how many coins I can change, I must move to the new city first. Even if I live in a shack, it is safer than here."

Jason seemed to be very satisfied with the young man's attitude and said:

"Don't look for others, Rota. I have already bought a piece of land in the Temple District. I don't have money to build a house for the time being. Let's set up a tent and live there first. It is safer to have more people. I won't charge you rent."

The young man Rota was very pleasantly surprised when he heard this, and said with a smile:

"Jason, thank you, you are really my friend. When I buy land, let's see if we can be neighbors. I will treat you to this drink, don't be polite."

After speaking, the two started the drinking and bragging session, and the content of what they said became meaningless trivial matters.

Wayne withdrew his attention and looked at another table not far away. Three people dressed as mercenaries with weapons were sitting there drinking. A strong man with an ugly face, full of stubble, and a mouth of rotten teeth cursed in a low voice:

"Damn, life hasn't been easy lately!"

"The dog king sent the army to the forest and set up many outposts along the way. Seeing so many fat sheep shaking in front of us, but we have no chance to start, it's too damn."

Another bald man with a few scars on his face scolded immediately when he heard this:

"Fuck your mother, Rotten Teeth, you can shout louder, let the farmers next to you hear it, and then go to inform, let the guards hang us."

"But before that, I must cut off your old two first, and then stuff it into your ass."

Another thin, middle-aged man with a wretched appearance immediately smiled and rounded the field between the two, saying:

"Brother Scarface, Brother Rotten Teeth, don't be angry, everyone is a brother, the boss asked us to come to the city, there is an important task to give us."

"Don't delay the boss's task because of a small matter."

The strong man called Rotten Teeth snorted, knowing he was wrong, didn't go to fight with the scar-faced strong man, but asked the thin man:

"Rat Eyes, did you find the target?"

"There are so many caravans in the city now, and guards are needed everywhere. It should be a simple thing for us to mix into a caravan."

The thin man called Rat Eyes looked around vigilantly, and then whispered:

"I aimed at a rich merchant. He is in the high-end tableware business. Recently, the rich people in the rich area are building new houses, and high-end tableware is selling very well."

"This rich merchant is preparing to hire a group of guards to escort a batch of goods he transported back from Flotsam, which should be very valuable and meet the boss's requirements."

"The rich merchant is preparing to set off in three days. I have already spent money to buy the relationship and can let the three of us join the guard team."

"When the time comes, notify the boss, we will work inside and outside, and we should be able to make a lot of money."

(End of chapter)