Chapter 62: Transaction Completed (Seeking collection, seeking recommendation, seeking monthly ticket)

In the world of men, being able to win a treasure sword through one's dick is absolutely something to be proud of for a lifetime.

Wayne simply showed off his experience last night to his good brother. He didn't tell Geralt Keira's identity, but just simply described Keira's beauty and enthusiasm, Maisie's shyness, and the battle that lasted all night.

Then, under the envious eyes of Geralt and Dandelion, he drank the ice beer in his glass and said:

"This is a small matter. I'm still not as good as you two in this regard. I heard that in the brothel circle of Wyzima, there is a legend of a white-haired hunk, and I heard that there are girls who are willing to receive you without spending money."

After flattering Geralt, Wayne's expression became more serious and said:

"By the way, Leuvaarden's contract, it starts the day after tomorrow, right?"

"Let me be on duty in the first week. It just so happens that I want to try whether this sword is easy to use. I just don't know if those monsters are worth me using this sword."

Of course, he had another purpose. It just so happened that he could take the opportunity to execute the contract to avoid Keira's birthday banquet, so as not to be a bit awkward when talking about it later.

Geralt drank a sip of black beer and nodded, saying:

"Fine, then the second week is up to you. It just so happens that I just accepted a contract. Some monsters were found in the sewers of New Wyzima. I went to investigate yesterday, and it should be a Kikimore."

"To be honest, the sewers of the new city are intricate and haven't been managed for thousands of years. Now that the movement of building the city above is so big, no matter what monsters appear inside, I won't be surprised."

"Even in the future, after New Wyzima is built, this city will not be peaceful."

Wayne nodded. Knowing the future history, he knew more clearly that Wyzima was indeed a disaster-ridden city. More than ten years later, it would be affected by the Black Death brought back by Ciri from the Middle Ages, causing a large number of residents to die.

Plus the influence of various wars, coups, and being occupied by southern armies, perhaps twenty years later, the residents who survived in this city might not even be half of the original.

The two were chatting when a young man in linen clothes walked into the tavern. He first came to the counter, chatted with Old York for a few words, and then, under Old York's guidance, found Wayne's table.

The young man's skin was wheat-colored. Even though it was early spring, sweat had soaked his clothes, obviously engaged in the kind of work that was often exposed to the sun.

He came to Wayne's table, bowed to Wayne politely, and then handed over a letter, saying:

"Mr. Wayne, you have a letter from the town hall."

Wayne took the letter and saw that the sender was the administrative officer Peter he had met a few days ago, and couldn't help but smile.

It seemed that after being left out in the cold by him for a few days, this administrative officer had become a bit impatient and actually wrote a letter himself, inviting him to have dinner at the tavern in the evening.

It just so happened that the house matter had been dragged on for a few days,

He took out two copper coins, handed them to the young man as a tip, and then put the letter away.

Geralt watched the young messenger's retreating back and asked Wayne:

"Whose letter is it? Did something happen?"

Wayne smiled and shook his head, not explaining too much, only saying simply:

"The matter of the house has a lead; it won't be long before we should be able to move into a big house."

Upon hearing this, Geralt did not show any expectant expression, only saying indifferently:

"Although I would like to tell you that we witchers have always been homeless and do not need a stable home."

"However, you decide your own affairs, and I will not stop you."

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In the evening, following the address on the letter, Wayne arrived at a tavern near the wealthy district. After entering, he spotted the refined and elegant Councilor Peter at a glance.

He was holding a glass of red wine, listening intently to the bard's performance, his brows furrowed, wondering what he was thinking about.

Upon seeing Wayne, Peter appeared very enthusiastic, even more so than last time at the City Hall.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the councilor got straight to the point and asked:

"Several days have passed. I wonder if Mr. Wayne has made a decision on which house you would like to purchase?"

Hearing this, Wayne picked up his beer and took a sip, then feigned a somewhat troubled expression, hesitating to speak:

"To tell you the truth, Mr. Peter, I originally did intend to purchase a high-end house, both as a place to live and as an investment in the city of Wyzima."

"However, a few days ago, a friend of mine ran into a financial crisis, and I lent him a large sum of money. Now, I'm afraid I don't have enough funds to buy a house."

Peter grew anxious upon hearing this. A large part of the reason he had taken the initiative to find Wayne this time was that the performance summary meeting for the first quarter of the first half of the year was about to be held, and the difference between him and the top-ranked councilor was the performance of one high-end house sale.

If he could secure this sale from Wayne, it would be very helpful for his future at the City Hall.

Hearing that Wayne seemed to have the intention of backing out, Peter couldn't help but persuade him:

"Mr. Wayne, the new city is just being planned, which is why there is an opportunity for a discount. In the future, all the residents of the Kingdom of Temeria will want to become residents of Wyzima, and the housing prices in the city will definitely get higher and higher."

"If you miss this opportunity, you will surely regret it later."

Seeing that Wayne's expression seemed to be moved, Councilor Peter hurriedly struck while the iron was hot:

"As for the funds you are lacking, I know a dwarf banker. If you use the house you buy as collateral, you should be able to borrow a sum of money from him."

Hearing Peter mention a dwarf banker, Wayne shook his head and said:

"Sorry, Mr. Peter, I am not prepared to borrow money from those bankers. These guys are all vampires, and my work income is unstable."

"If I take on a debt, it might end up costing me everything I have."

Seeing that Wayne was quite stubborn and seemed ready to give up, Peter became even more anxious. He asked directly:

"Mr. Wayne, forgive my bluntness, but how many Orens can you raise now? Let me have a bottom line so I can better cooperate with you."

Seeing that the atmosphere had been built up enough, Wayne pretended to be somewhat embarrassed and said:

"I can probably scrape together about two thousand Orens or so now. I can't afford other high-end residences. I think I can buy that house that is said to have some problems."

"You might not know, but I know a sorceress friend. If the problems with the house aren't too big, perhaps my friend can help me solve them."

Peter was stunned for a moment, and his originally anxious expression returned to normal. He looked Wayne up and down again, then smiled and said:

"Mr. Wayne, don't take me for a fool. I was able to find where you live; do you think I haven't inquired about your background?"

"You yourself are a witcher. Perhaps you can solve the problems in that house yourself, right?"

Wayne looked at Peter with some surprise. Seeing the shrewd look in the other's eyes, he simply stopped being so evasive.

"Haha, Mr. Peter is truly a shrewd official. But I think buying that house has nothing to do with my profession, right?"

"Of course, I'm not in a hurry. Perhaps if I wait another month or two, until the house's infamy spreads further, I might get it even cheaper when I come to take it over."

"However, if another councilor contacts me during this period, I won't refuse either."

Hearing this, Peter's face changed slightly, but he immediately returned to the enthusiastic and kind smile he had just had. He picked up the wine pot, poured Wayne a glass, and said:

"Haha, Mr. Wayne, there's no need to be so formal."

"Leave this matter to me. I can handle the paperwork for you tomorrow, and I'll give you another one percent discount on the price. This is the maximum authority I can give."

"If you have any other friends in the future who want to settle in Wyzima and buy shops, houses, or land here, please come to me."

"I will definitely give you the best discount."

(Thanks to the two big bosses, Fat Cat Jimmy and Wang Liang, for the tips! Mwah!)

(End of chapter)