Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job properly

Wayne was still dressed as a traditional witcher at this time, wearing a blue-black light armor from the Wolf School, which was similar to a half-length chainmail with thick leather armor sewn on the outside. It was quite handsome and practical.

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

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

When he entered the Fox Tavern, his completely different image from ordinary people immediately caught 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 more knowledgeable than the farmers in the countryside.

Although they were looking at Wayne with vigilant eyes, overtly or covertly, no one acted rashly, and they all pretended to be drinking and bragging as if nothing had happened.

As a demon hunter, Wayne was used to seeing all kinds of strange looks. He ignored the looks of the drinkers, walked up to the tavern owner, and lightly knocked on the wooden bar.

This is a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, with short black and white 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 a rope, and said:

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

The middle-aged boss, whom he called Old Yorker, glanced up at him, moved his lips, and said flatly in a hoarse voice:

"Fifty copper coins."

"Guest, please pay the bill first. This is our rule."

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

"One oren, let's get some beef at this price."

The boss reached out and took the Oren, put it in his hand and weighed it. After confirming that it was genuine, his expression became slightly kinder and he said:

"Please find a seat and sit down. Guests, the food and wine will be brought to you shortly."

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

When the other guests in the tavern saw that he did not behave strangely, they all looked away and began to brag about drinking. The atmosphere quickly returned to the noisy atmosphere just now.

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

Wayne raised his head and glanced at the woman's face. Suddenly his expression changed and he thought of something. However, he did not react immediately. Instead, he picked up the knife and fork and ate while listening to the sounds of other people discussing in the tavern.

In the Middle Ages, there was little information. Apart from official propaganda, most ordinary people did not know much new information.

Taverns like this one with dense crowds and mixed crowds are an important channel for many people to collect intelligence.

At this point, the witcher's super hearing has a natural advantage and can help Wayne obtain a lot of intelligence.

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

The young worker was strong, but his expression was a little depressed. He looked at the worker next to him and asked depressedly:

"Hey Jason, did you hear that?"

"After New Vizima is built, everyone who wants to live in the new city will have to go to the city hall and pay a land purchase tax in order to obtain a piece of land and build their own house."

"They divided the entire new city 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 construction of the houses ourselves. This is to completely separate the poor 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 a house for you?"

"It's already King Foltest's kindness that he didn't let us pay taxes to build the new city."

"I heard from the nuns in the Meliteli Church that the area suitable for us to live is called the Temple District. When the time comes, the Meriteli Church will also build a new church there, and about 80% of the residents of Vizima will live in the temple. district."

"There is also a district called the Trading District, but it is a place where only nobles and wealthy merchants, as well as decent wealthy people, officials of the king, can afford to live."

"That's good. Living separately from those big shots and those treacherous businessmen can make us 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 is gone. How can I still have money to buy a house in a new city?"

"Lisa is pregnant now, and I have to work alone. How long will it take to save enough money to buy a house?"

Jason glanced at his troubled friend, softened his tone and comforted:

"There is no rush, Rota. It will take at least one or two years for New Vizima to be built. The city hall will only be responsible for building public facilities and city walls. We have to spend our own money to repair our own homes."

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

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

"If it really doesn't work, you can spend some money first or rent someone else's house to live in. We can't stay in Vizima Old City for much longer. Aren't you afraid that Lisa will get up in the middle of the night and disappear?"

After hearing this, the young man seemed to have figured it out. His tone became firm and he said:

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

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

"You don't need to find anyone else, Lotta. I have already bought a piece of land in the temple area. I don't have the money to build a house for the time being. Let's set up a tent and live in it. It will be safer with more people. I won't charge you rent."

The young man Lotta 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. Don't be polite."

After saying that, the two of them started a bragging session of drinking and drinking, and the content they talked about became meaningless trivia.

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

"Gan, I've been having a hard time lately!"

"The shit king sent his army into the forest and set up many outposts along the way. It's so fucked to see so many fat sheep wandering in front of us, but we have no chance to take action."

Another bald man with several scars on his face heard this and immediately reprimanded:

"Fuck you, Rotten Tooth, you can shout louder so that the farmers nearby can hear you, and then go and tell the truth and let the guards hang us."

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

Another middle-aged man, who was thin and wretched in appearance, immediately smoothed things over between the two of them with a smile and said:

"Brother Scarface, Brother Rotten Tooth, 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 trivial matter."

The strong man who was called Rotten Tooth snorted and knew that he was in the wrong. Instead of fighting with the scarred man, he asked the thin man:

"Rat Eyes, have you found the target?"

"There are so many caravans in the city now, and they need guards everywhere. It should be very simple for us to blend into a caravan."

The thin man named Mouse Eyes looked left and right warily, and then whispered:

"I have identified a wealthy businessman. He is in the high-end tableware business. Recently, rich people in wealthy areas are building new houses, and high-end tableware is selling like hot cakes."

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

"The wealthy businessman is planning to leave in three days. I have already spent money to build connections so that the three of us can join the escort team."

"Notify the boss when the time comes, and if we work together internally and externally, we should be able to make a lot of money."