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Geralt looked at the man, and the dim light of the tavern was reflected in the beast boy.

He could smell the malt aroma of beer and the tantalizing aroma of dishes like roast meat mixed together. He heard the thick sound of wooden beer mugs bumping against each other, people talking and laughing loudly, and a few merchants from far away were jumping on the table and singing a vulgar song, nasty but very funny .

Amongst all these factors, the witcher put his hand on the sword behind his back.

"It's probably not a good thing for people to see blood here, Geralt."

He Shenyan, who had been looking down at the book, suddenly said, he calmly turned the page of the book, enjoying the folklore stories above. Geralt put his hands down, his hands on the table again, not the deadly steel sword behind him. But his eyes were still on the man.

"So, would you mind telling me who the man over there is watching you all the time?"

"An old acquaintance."

Geralt picked up his glass and held it up at the man. Rarely has he been so obviously hostile to people. The other party also raised his glass and drank the local specialty malt beer of Wengerburg with his head up.

It tastes good, but the witcher's heart is full of killing intent.

He turned around and said to the mage, "That guy's nickname is 'Blade Cat', and he only uses that name to call himself. He's a mercenary, and a scum with no bottom line."

"Oh?"

Geralt began the narration calmly.

"It was 1231, and I was traveling in Temeria, trying to earn some money to spend. I was riding a horse, trying to find a village to take over. The world was far less peaceful then, and there were headaches around every village. Survival of monsters. It also gave me a chance to make money."

"And there was a fatal accident in the village I went to, and this bastard..."

He raised his finger and pointed at the guy named Sabercat, who grinned, as if enjoying Geralt's hostility towards him.

"...is the murderer, he killed a family of four. He wandered into the village and picked up jobs at the tavern. A farmer in the village was having a holiday with the husband of the family, and he was drunk. , happened to see the blade cat in the tavern bragging that he could help anyone and settle anything. So the farmer ran over and said to him like an idiot—"

"—Sir, I'll give you fifty dollars to teach that **** a lesson."

"That's what he said, I remember very well. Then I went to that house and I killed the youngest daughter first, then their son. Then the wife, then the husband. Actually, I didn't really need anyone. Kill. But it would be more interesting this way, don't you think, witcher? It's a small thing you can remember until now."

The blade cat walked to the table and looked at the witcher with a smile and said these words. He pulled a chair and sat down, nodded to He Shenyan, and even said in Elvish language: "Noble sir, why do you want to mix with this witcher who is even lower than the water ghost?"

"I understand Elvish, Sabercat," Geralt said calmly. "You better keep your mouth clean, or I don't mind killing you here."

"Sword Comes"

"I don't doubt your ability, Geralt."

The blade cat spread out his hands with a smile, stretched out his hand to pick up Geralt's wine glass, and drank it little by little.

Then, he put down the glass with a 'bang', wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth, and said to Geralt in a soft voice: "But, for the sake of our old friends, I want to give you a hint. I Now working for a local MP in Wengerburg."

"You should know what that means, right? Witcher?" His smile grew wilder. "So if you don't want to be hunted down by the army, don't do it to me. Actually, I didn't come to you at all."

The blade cat turned his head and said to He Shenyan, who was still looking down at the book, "Sir, someone wants to see you."

He Shenyan finally raised his head from the book, and this was the first time the blade cat looked directly into his eyes. At first glance, he knew he had done something stupid.

Three minutes later, he stumbled out the door of the pub. Blood began to ooze from his nose and mouth, and his vision was already blurry.

"What did you do to him?" the witcher asked.

"A little thing." The Master replied with a smile, and continued to look down at the book.

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The evening in Wengerburg is not like other cities, it can be lively from morning to night. There are many malting workshops and breweries in the local area, which means that there is no time for wine in Wengerberg all year round.

They drink it in the morning, at noon, at night, even when running errands, and even drink it to the point where outsiders feel that Wengerbergers will have a glass of beer in their hands even if they go to the toilet.

— Actually, it's a type of stereotype. Wengerbergers do like to drink, that's true, but that doesn't mean they drink indiscriminately. The main belief here is the goddess Meritelli.

Geralt and He Shenyan were strolling on the streets of Wengerburg. They had booked a hotel early, but it was too early, so they decided to take a stroll.

The person who made this proposal is Geralt. After leaving High Rock City, they have been walking through the forest and the countryside for a month. The witcher has to admit that he misses the civilization in the city very much.

In such a mood, the crowded crowd on the street, and the hawkers, stall owners and charlatans who kept shouting on both sides of the street also became friendly.

"Fresh grilled fish! The goods were delivered at noon today!"

"The magic ointment, made by the famous mage Van terro III, treats all kinds of spots and abscesses. If you are not confident about your appearance, please try our ointment!"

"Cats for sale! Magic civet cats, rat cats, all kinds of cats! Come and listen to them, gentlemen and ladies!"

"Amulet! Spirit medicine! Emotional potion will keep you from dying! As long as you take a sip, even the dead can pierce the coffin board with energy! Who wants to buy it?"

"Tooth extraction! Almost painless! Cheap, very cheap!"

Geralt stopped, grilled fish, ointment, magic civet, amulet and love potion did not attract his attention, but this 'painless tooth extraction' made him stop.

The witcher asked the stall owner curiously: "You mean cheap? What do you mean?"

The bald man, waving a pair of pliers in his hand, replied loudly: "Two coppers an hour!"

"..."

Geralt shivered, and hurriedly walked away. Out of the corner of his eyes, he always observed behind himself and the mage, where two sneaky men had been following them since they left the tavern.

"I don't know if you noticed, Ho, but two people have been following us."

The mage, who was observing the street vendors, said casually, "Go ahead a little further, and there's an alley on the left, Geralt. We can ask these two gentlemen what they want to do there. Hmm.... ..I'm still on vacation."

He spread out his palm like a juggler, and placed the five copper coins neatly in the middle of his palm. The master handed it to the street vendor and took back three skewers of grilled, charred and fragrant yuyu.

Fifteen minutes later, they brought the two sweaty men huddled in the crowd to the far end of the alley.

"boom!"

Geralt punched one of them in the face, and he controlled his power with precision. It was just enough to make him bleed a little, and the pain was unbearable, but not seriously hurt. This is the experience summed up in many pub fights.

He threw the guy on the ground and patched his stomach. He turned his hand and pulled up another man who was slumped to the ground because of He Shenyan's spell, and before he said a word, he slapped him twice in the face. Hit hard, crackling.

"Okay, now we can start talking."

Geralt nodded at him, reaching for two throwing knives, a dagger, and a small poison bottle from the man's waist. He opened the poison bottle and placed it under the man's nose. There was no emotion in the cat's eyes: "Who sent you here?"

The guy stubbornly shut his mouth and refused to speak. His forehead was covered in sweat, and his legs were shaking with fear, but his expression showed that he was very courageous.

Seeing this scene, Geralt suddenly felt the urge to laugh. He let go of his hand and threw the poison bottle on the wall beside him. The glass shattered, and black liquid splashed out. Maybe a few hours later, a feral cat will come and lick the trace curiously, and then be poisoned in the alley.

"Looks like I can't ask anything."

He turned his head and shrugged to He Shenyan: "If I use my method, then my shirt will be stained with blood again. He, do you mind using something easy and simple, and you don't have to make me look like a thug How to beat them all the time?"

He Shenyan didn't have time to answer Geralt for the first time - he was still eating the yuzu, fifteen minutes later, and the three skewers of yuzu had not been eaten yet, which was enough to show how much the vendor had.

He swallowed what was in his mouth, and then replied, "I have a question, why didn't you ask the guy who was punched in the face by you at the beginning?"

"I wanted to kill the chicken and be an example, so I just slapped this kid twice, but he looked much more stubborn than the first one. UUkanshu www.uukanshu.com"

Geralt shook his head and stepped back behind the mage, ready to watch him perform—he wouldn't say it, but the witcher actually knew that he liked the way the mage broke down other people's psychological defenses one by one.

However, He Shenyan did not give him the scene he wanted to see. He just glanced at the guy who was slapped twice by Geralt, and suddenly spit out a name: "Mr. Olverson, am I right?"

Ignoring the stunned expression on the guy's face, He Shenyan shook his head, took another bite of Yuyu, and said inarticulately, "He wanted to ask me to talk to this witcher, but he actually didn't. Was trying to make a deal between us and Kaldwin, um...for a city councilman, his plan is pretty good."

"It's a pity that he regarded me as the kind of mage who needs to chant."

He Shenyan smiled, snapped his fingers, and the two men lying on the ground floated up and flew out of the alley. They heard the mage's cheerful voice: "Tell Senator Olverson I'll be visiting him soon."

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