Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1010 992. An accident in Dudu’s home

Many people in the Kingfisher Tavern started drinking in the afternoon.

If you were in a village or a small city, there wouldn't be many such people. After all, most people still have to work.

But in Novigrad, they can already share a table in the tavern and have fun.

Someone in the tavern was shouting about a certain horse racing competition, as well as a fist of rage competition that seemed familiar to Lan En. Businessmen discussing business and knowledge.

Triss still didn't wear a hat or wrap up her hair, which was completely different from ordinary women.

This pride shows her identity as a sorceress.

Everyone in the tavern who knows something knows: this is the witch.

If you are a superstitious person, you will be afraid to look away from Triss at this time, for fear that if your eyes touch the witch, you will be cursed.

And people who know more about supernatural powers won’t look at it more. Although sorceresses are generally charming, hot, and good-looking.

But equally obvious as these characteristics are their unstable tempers and extreme self-centeredness.

It is not uncommon for ordinary men to be favored by sorceresses and maintain close relationships.

But generally these men will fall into a kind of psychological pain after showing a kind of "happiness squeezed out by the night devil" in the first few days.

In an intimate relationship, the female partner is completely self-centered, does not consider the feelings of the male partner, and also has an overwhelming dominant position in the relationship. For most men, this kind of psychological pain is even overwhelmed by physical pleasure. Can't live.

They would rather find an ordinary female companion who is not so beautiful than endure this kind of psychological torture.

Therefore, over time, although the charm of sorceresses has not diminished at all, it has even become more and more powerful with the development and changes of fashion trends such as clothing and cosmetics.

But except for those young warriors who do not believe in evil and want to try something new, few men are willing to establish a stable and intimate relationship with a sorceress.

Most of them are one-night stands that satisfy physiological needs.

Therefore, sorceresses have always been kept at arm's length even among the lower third-level topics that men talk about freely.

Of course, from Lan En's perspective

‘Always in a weak position in intimate relationships’?

He really couldn't understand what this sentence meant.

"Let me think."

Triss, who was walking in front of Lan En, was like a happy girl. Magic not only extended her lifespan and beauty, but also allowed her to always be optimistic and lively.

The eyes of those in the tavern who were attracted by the enchanting beauty but quickly looked away in panic did not affect her mood at all.

"Should we go to Dudu's house now? You witchers always have to do field trips when you work, right?"

"Yes, you're almost on your way, Triss."

Lan En nodded indifferently and walked out of the Kingfisher Tavern with the sorceress.

Open the door and you will see the Patriarch's Square. Walking out of the square, you will see that the three-story buildings in Novigrad are closely spaced, making the road look cramped.

Sometimes a string of pennants is hung between two small buildings on both sides of the street.

Dandelion had already told them about Dudu's residence on the way back to the city, so Lan En and Triss didn't have much trouble finding it.

This should be considered a wealthy area of ​​Novigrad. Not only are the windows of every house made of high-quality, color-free, and bubble-free glass, but even the wooden doors are neatly cut and decorated with patterned iron frames. The kind that are stapled together.

In fact

"I think Dandelion only needs to give us the street number. The house number doesn't matter at all."

Lan En stood on the street, complaining to the sorceress beside him.

The house in front of the two of them was quite conspicuous.

Although this area is a rich area, there is no physical separation from the area where the poor live.

There is a small fountain in the open space in the middle of the house. Many poor residents in the city come here to use the ornamental fountain as well water for the convenience of water.

The originally neat and clean stone tiles beside the fountain became dirty and muddy due to repeated spills in the water.

Mud water overflowed from the cracks in the stone bricks.

It seems that the wealthy people who live here can't stop this water use, but they can at least keep their houses clean and tidy.

But in one of them, the door of the house was splashed with red liquid, and Lan En's witcher sense of smell told him that it was paint.

But most people would probably think it was blood.

The methods used by gangs to collect debts seem to vary widely across regions.

"The door is locked."

Triss stepped forward and pushed it. The paint on the door had long dried and the lock was still intact.

Lan En stood in front of the door with his tall body, holding the door bolt with his palm.

Immediately afterwards, the light red vindictive light flashed on his hand, and there was a clean and muffled sound of "bang".

The door bolt on the door was pushed out with a short and vigorous force, creating a gap as big as the size of a palm, while other parts of the door panel only shook slightly, without even a crack.

The huge power was precisely controlled.

And when the door opened inward without any obstruction, Triss saw the structure of the door bolt inside.

A pure steel bite machine with magic residue on it.

It would be easier to break the lock than to split the entire wooden door into pieces.

Geralt probably couldn't open the [Sign of Alder] until he gasped for air.

But in the face of Lan En's muscle power, there is no difference between the two.

There is no lock that cannot be broken, it just depends on the size of the movement.

Just because breaking into a door requires concealment and not attracting attention most of the time, 'breaking in' is a technical job.

But when the Nilfgaardians massacred Cintra, couldn't even the city gates be broken open with ballistas and trebuchets?

Lan En and Triss walked in calmly.

"My hands are glowing red? Rita didn't tell me about this. The witcher's new trick?"

Triss looked at Lan En teasingly.

The young witcher was unimpressed.

"It's just a technology from another world. It has nothing to do with magic and everything to do with the body. Rita hasn't seen me use it either."

"So what you're saying is..." Triss's eyes lit up, "I know you better than Rita?"

Lan En didn't say anything anymore. He underestimated the competitive mentality among sorceresses.

This is a structure whose interior decoration is very similar to Triss's villa.

There are three floors. Except for the walls, the floors and stairs are all wooden structures.

Bookcases containing books and cabinets with dried fruit plates and wine bottles were placed against the wall, preventing the entire room from appearing empty.

Apart from a little dust, it seems that Dudu was not hysterical or panicked about his business going bankrupt.

Nothing in this house showed signs of anger, it was just that no one had lived in it for some time.

"Most people who suddenly go bankrupt due to man-made accidents don't have this kind of self-cultivation."

Lan En walked to the cupboard, picked up the wine bottle on top, unscrewed the glass lid and smelled it, then looked at the dried fruit plate next to the wine bottle.

If this was a normal businessman going bankrupt, this bottle would have been smashed to pieces on the wooden floor.

"Livia cherry wine has a soft taste and he quite enjoys it."

There was a sharp sound of glass rubbing, and Lan En screwed the bottle cap back on again.

"There's nothing surprising." Triss was also walking around the room observing. "Although she is a shapeshifter, isn't it just for enjoyment when she makes money? Shapeshifters also know how to live."

"It's a pity that the seal wasn't tight when Dudu left. Now the alcohol has evaporated so much that it's no longer possible to drink."

Lan En smiled at Triss's words.

"Based on the degree of alcohol evaporation, and the drying and hardening of the dried fruits for two days? Did he come back during his escape from debt?"

Lan En, who entered the state of investigation, showed a common occupational disease among demon hunters.

He began to investigate, whispering to himself what he had discovered.

After determining the target's recent activity time, Lan began to turn on his demon hunter senses.

Suddenly, a bright red footprint was highlighted on the originally empty floor.

After the first glance, Mentos marked the approximate data based on the footprint information.

"The height is consistent with the characteristics of a halfling, but the steps are heavy and thick. He is wearing boots instead of naked long hairy feet. It looks like the footprints of a dwarf."

Lan En knelt down and rubbed his gloved fingers across the wooden floor, making a 'wiping' sound.

Triss also came over, but unfortunately she didn't have the vision, so she could only follow Lan En's words and analyze.

"For a shape-shifter, there is no need to doubt what he will become."

"That's true." Lan En's eyes followed the footprints all the way up the stairs.

"Then let's see. Dudu changed his appearance and came back to get something."

Lan En's two hands under the cloak subconsciously patted each other, knocked off the dust on the floor, and was about to go upstairs.

But just as he lifted his feet, before he landed on the first step, he stopped.

The hooded head turned back, Triss didn't know why.

But a few seconds later "BOOM!"

The door that was originally ajar was kicked open.

Four or five figures strutted into the house from the door.

Most of these people only wore a small leather vest on their upper body, with their arms open, and their arms and chests were covered with cheap tattoos of poor craftsmanship.

Lan En even saw a few strings of magic runes, but they only had an appearance and no technical content inside.

This man probably felt that magic could give him power.

"Heh~te."

The leader wore a small cloth hat on his head. He snorted twice as soon as he entered the door, tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of green snot and thick phlegm.

At the same time, his eyes glanced fiercely at Lan En and Triss.

"Look, look at this wonderful day!"

While speaking with a slight stutter, he grinned his yellowed teeth and took the lead in approaching the two of them, leaving a position that allowed his followers to pour into the room.

Although Dudu's house occupies a large area, it suddenly became crowded after removing the furniture and adding so many people.

"The famous Dudu Dudu Bibwit didn't come, but two strangers showed up."

"Think about it, you guys are the errand boys who came looking for something! What do you want to take? Money? Jewelry? Stocks?"

"Whatever it is! Now! Take us to get it!"

Lan En and Triss looked at each other and easily understood the situation.

The gangsters have been waiting outside Dudu's house, and they will not give up their 'arrears'.

But the problem is that Lan En is very sure that there were no such people around before he came in.

How did they know so quickly that someone was coming to Dudu's house and then come to find him?

This was less than five minutes in total.

Under the hood, Lan En's nose twitched slightly.

He asked tentatively.

"Please let me confirm, good sir. Is that beggar at the door one of yours?"

The moment after these words were spoken, Lan En noticed that the eyes of the gangsters in front of him changed.