A black corrotechnic made of fine leather, with a large amount of silver thread and gold thread embroidered with various intricate decorations, the ornate Nilfgaard blouse was worn over the fat middle-aged man. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

And on the fat neck of this middle-aged man, there is also a small ink bottle, and a white quill is inserted in the bottle, which invisibly shows the other party's civilian identity.

The thick yellow metal eye sockets are inlaid with two large glass lenses, and in this pair of lenses there is a pair of small eyes, in which a variety of expressions are mixed, and surprise and amazement dominate.

"You say, the bandit gang that has plagued the caravan for many days has been annihilated by you? The middle-aged magistrate said in an uncanny tone, the mockery of which made Ciri feel the visceral contempt of the other party.

The middle-aged man in front of him in a tight black shirt is the county magistrate of Floating Harbor, and he is also the target of Ciri's bounty, but the current situation is very bad, and it seems that the other party has no intention of paying the bounty.

"I didn't say it. Ciri tightened the collar of his shirt that was too open, and the eyes of the middle-aged man in front of him were always aimed at some strange places.

"I have the whole caravan as an eyewitness as a surety. His personal claims were challenged, and Ciri was forced to drag everyone in the caravan out as his own witnesses.

Although the caravan paid Ciri very handsomely afterwards, Ciri also wanted to extract some surplus value from the local officials.

No one has ever had a lot of money, but now it's not going well.

Before the Grass Trial, Ciri often interacted with the middle-aged man in front of him because of the commission, and Ciri knew that the other party was an upright person, although the four private lives were more promiscuous, but the other party would handle and treat business and private affairs separately.

"Although Miss Mercenary says this, I don't believe Miss Mercenary, after all, a beautiful young lady like you would never lie to a county magistrate. It seemed that Ciri's words made him feel overwhelmed, and it was also like reassuring Ciri, who was experiencing mood swings.

"However, we have not issued a bounty, and I can only do anything about it, because the commander of the garrison here, Roledo, believes that he can bring these little robbers to justice. ”

The word "miss" was a slight objection to Ciri, as many prostitutes were called in this way, and the only hotel in the floating harbor happened to be a brothel.

"However, I believe that the local caravan leader will pay this bounty, because these robbers have caused his caravan to suffer heavy casualties. I think the corpses of the dead robbers will win his heart. ”

Although he didn't get the expected bounty, Ciri still got a place to get paid from the other party.

Coming out of the county magistrate's office, Ciri slowly walked to the place where the caravan leader provided by the county magistrate, and after not coming for a few days, the floating harbor has now changed drastically.

The most obvious of these is that there is a female elf and a male human hanging from the gallows, and it is not known what the two unlucky ghosts have done, but Ciri believes that what they have done is not enough for the two of them to go to the gallows.

The streets now patrolled by heavily armed soldiers are tense like a powder keg that can explode violently at any moment in this dry season at the slightest spark.

The two hanging men are undoubtedly warning the ignition people hiding in the shadows, telling them the fate of disrupting the order.

The news of the death of the king of Temeria has put the border town into intense preparations, and when Ciri deals with the bandits that have appeared, he discovers that the caravan is carrying a standard weapon for the army!

The arrival of a large number of weapons at this border trading post indicates that this place could become a frontline battlefield at any time. If it was before, Ciri would definitely be ecstatic, for mercenaries war is a good opportunity to make money, but now Ciri doesn't want to get involved, lone mercenaries without a fixed team are not taken seriously, and Ciri doesn't want to go back to his previous state now.

It's not far to get to the place where the leader of the Chamber of Commerce works, but along the way, Ciri sees a few scattered Blue Guards, these notorious killers of the non-human race, Temeria's elite special forces are not likeable, and their presence makes the situation in the floating harbor even more confusing, and it seems that they are preparing for a war.

The sparse number of blue guards didn't make Ciri spend too much time guessing their purpose, and now she didn't want to get involved in the wars between kings, she just wanted to be able to live a stable life away from these wars.

At the cargo parking center of the port, here Ciri saw the leader of the Chamber of Commerce described by the county chief, this one was dressed in the same way as the county chief, both black tight, with a bottle of ink hanging around his neck and a pair of golden-framed glasses.

The leader of the Chamber of Commerce was discussing something with one of the bluecoat guards, and the black hood over his head prevented Ciri from seeing the other person's face.

The Blue Guard was haggling with the leader of the Chamber of Commerce in his deep, magnetic voice, and the fierce quarrel between the leaders of the Chamber of Commerce made him look like a vendor in the market was better than a leader of the Chamber of Commerce.

In the face of the irritable temper of the middle-aged man in black, the blue-clothed guard always maintained an unhurried tone, and his calm attitude was in stark contrast to the other party.

Ciri, who was standing behind the two, silently eavesdropped on the conversation between the two, and the content seemed to be that the blue-clothed guard in front of him wanted to accept a commission from the other party to hunt monsters, but this commission already had a sorceress involved.

The Blue Guard wants to cooperate with the sorceress, but the three of them have a violent dispute over the payment.

Ciri wondered why a blue-clad guard would take a commission to hunt monsters, and why was this one carrying two swords?

After a short period of thought, Ciri didn't have the heart to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two, but his keen intuition made Ciri pay attention to the hand of the blue guard, and a blue and white triangle appeared in the air, and the leader of the Chamber of Commerce, who was still strongly opposed just now, immediately agreed to the conditions of double pay proposed by the blue guard!

"Are you a demon hunter?" The blue-clothed guard in front of him confused Ciri, who saw the shadow of a large demon hunter.

The two swords on his back are undoubtedly the best proof of the demon hunter.

"Yes. The blue-clad guard, who turned around, showed Ciri his face under the hood.

Under the hood is a resolute face, the rectangular face of the national character looks decent, but the eagle-like nose makes the national character face gloomy, and the gray hair neatly combed to the back of the head is exposed from both sides, and the dense gray stubble makes him look very old, and the face of a middle-aged person looks like the appearance of an old man.

A pair of amber vertical pupil cat's eyes made Ciri feel that the secrets of his heart were being spied on by the other party, and a scar through his left eye added a violent atmosphere to the other party.

Vertical pupil cat's eyes, the symbol of the demon hunter, also have such a pair of eyes on the face of the strong demon hunter he met not long ago, but Ciri, who has just gone through the grass trial, does not have this pair of eyes, Ciri doesn't know why, and Sophie, who operates the grass trial, can't explain this strange thing.

"Are you like me?" The normal turquoise eyes confused the demon hunter in front of him in the blue-clad suit.

Nodding slightly, Ciri agreed with the other party's statement, but his special situation made Ciri disagree.

"I'm not a demon hunter, I'm just a grass trial. Ciri confessed to the other party that given the reputation of the demon hunter, Ciri felt that it was better to draw a line with the other party.

Ciri's attitude did not arouse the disgust of the demon hunter in front of him, as it seemed that the other party was used to it.

"Can we find a place to talk?" a pair of cat's eyes finally landed on Ciri's hanging pocket watch, "I think you need the help of a demon hunter." ”