The Witcher: This Demon Hunter is Not Doing His Job

Chapter 42 Small talk in the tavern
Wayne was still dressed as a traditional witcher at this time, wearing a blue-black light armor of the wolf school, similar to a half-body mail armor with thick leather armor sewn on top, quite handsome and practical.

A black cowhide belt was wrapped around his waist, with a waist bag, a dagger and a potion bag for potions, a refined steel sword with a black scabbard was hung on his right belt, and the iconic wolf head badge of the Wolf School was hidden in the armor.

This fully armed attire, combined with his tall and strong figure, short dark blonde hair, and amber cat eyes, made him look like a powerful swordsman.

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

Although they looked at Wayne with vigilant eyes, openly or secretly, none of them acted rashly, and they all pretended to be nonchalant and bragging about drinking.

As a demon hunter, Wayne has long been used to seeing all kinds of strange eyes. He ignored the scrutiny of the drinkers, walked up to the tavern owner, and tapped lightly on the wooden bar.

This is a middle-aged man in his 50s, with black and white short hair, and a long and narrow scar running through his left face and upper and lower lips. He looks like a veteran who survived the battlefield.

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

"Old York, have a bottle of Vizima and get me some rabbit."

The middle-aged boss, whom he called Old Yueke, glanced up at him, moved his lips, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Fifty copper coins."

"Guests, please pay the bill first, this is our rule."

Wayne nodded when he heard the words, but he didn't have any small coins like copper coins on him. He took out an Oren from the purse in his pocket, put it on the bar in front of the tavern owner, and said:

"One oren, at this price, get some more beef."

The boss reached out and took the Oren, and shook the weight in his hand. After confirming that it was genuine, his expression became a little more kind, and he said:
"Please find a place to sit down, guest, the wine and meat will be delivered later."

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

Seeing that he didn't act strangely, the other guests in the tavern looked away one after another, and started drinking and bragging again, and the atmosphere quickly returned to the noisy atmosphere just now.

After five or six minutes, a lame woman in her thirties carefully placed beer and barbecue on his table.

Wayne glanced up at the woman's face, and suddenly his expression changed. He thought of something, but he didn't react immediately. Instead, he picked up the knife and fork, and listened to the discussions of other people in the tavern while eating.

The news in the Middle Ages was occluded. Except for the news of the official propaganda, most ordinary people did not know much new information at all.

And a tavern with a dense crowd of people like this is an important channel for many people to gather information.

At this point, the demon hunter's super hearing has a natural advantage, which can help Wayne obtain 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 physically strong, but his expression is a little depressed. He looked at the worker next to him and asked a little depressed:
"Hey Jason, did you hear that?"

"After the new Vizima is built, all those who want to live in the new city have to go to the city hall to pay a land purchase tax in order to get a piece of land and build their own houses."

"They divided the entire new urban area into three areas. The land prices in each area are very different. Not only do we have to buy the land ourselves, but we also have to pay for the house construction. This is to completely separate the poor from the rich!"

The 40-year-old worker named Jason said disapprovingly:
"Isn't this a matter of course? Do you still want the king to pay for you and build a house for you?"

"It is King Foltest's kindness to not let us pay taxes for the construction of the new city."

"I heard from the nuns in the Meritelli Church that the area suitable for us to live in is called the Temple District. At that time, the Meriteli Church will also build a new church there. About % of the residents of Vizima will live in the Temple District."

"There is also a district called the trade district, but only the nobles and rich merchants, as well as those decent rich people, the king's officials, can afford to live there."

"That's good too. Living separately from those high-profile figures and treacherous businessmen will allow us to live more comfortably."

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

"But I just got married to Lisa, and all the money I saved before was used up. How can I still have money to buy a house in the new city?"

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

Jason glanced at his friend who was in trouble, his tone was a little slow, and he comforted:

"It's not in a hurry, Rota. It will take at least one or two years for the new Vizima to be built. The city hall will only be responsible for the construction of those public facilities and city walls. Our own houses have to be repaired at our own expense."

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

"Don't you know how to do carpentry? You can just work in the construction team. There is a shortage of manpower there, and the wages are not bad. It is easy to find a job."

"It's really not possible. Spend some money first, and you can rent someone else's house. You can't stay in the old city of Vizima. Aren't you afraid that Lisa will disappear in the middle of the night?"

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

"Yes, Lisa is the most important thing. I will find someone to sell the run-down house tomorrow. No matter how much I can exchange for it, I will move to the new city first. Even if I live in a shack, it will be safer than here."

Jason also seemed satisfied with the young man's attitude, and said:

"There's no need to find anyone else, Rota. I've already bought a piece of land in the temple area, and I don't have the money to build a house for now. Let's set up a tent first. It's safer if there are more people. I won't charge you rent."

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

"Jason, thank you. You are really my friend. When I buy the land, let's see if we can be neighbors. I'll treat you to a drink. You mustn't be polite."

After finishing speaking, the two of them started the drinking and bragging session of you drinking and bragging, and what they said became meaningless trifles.

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

"Gah, it's been a rough day recently!"

"The Shit King sent the army into the forest and set up many outposts along the way. Seeing so many fat sheep dangling in front of us, we didn't have a chance to do anything. It's so fucked up."

Another bald man with several scars on his face immediately reprimanded him:

"Fuck you, rotten teeth, you can yell louder so that the farmers next to you can hear it, then go inform and let the guards hang us."

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

Another middle-aged man with a thin stature and a wretched appearance immediately smiled and smoothed things over between the two of them, saying:

"Brother with scar face, brother with rotten teeth, don't be angry, we are all brothers, the boss asked us to come to the city because he has an important task for us."

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

The strong man called Rotten Teeth snorted, knowing that he was wrong, and instead of fighting against the scarred man, he asked the thin man:
"Mouse Eye, have you found your target?"

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

The thin man named Mouse Eye looked around vigilantly, then whispered:

"I spotted a wealthy businessman who is in the business of high-end tableware. Recently, the wealthy people in the wealthy districts are building new houses, and high-end tableware is selling very well."

"This wealthy businessman plans to hire a group of guards to escort a batch of goods he brought back from the floating port. They should be very valuable and meet the requirements of the boss."

"The rich businessman is going to leave in three days. I have already spent money to buy the relationship, so that the three of us can join the guard team."

"Inform the boss at that time, we should cooperate internally and externally, and we should be able to make a lot of money."

(End of this chapter)