The conversation in the witcher's head does not affect the barge's movement.

As the surrounding waters grew filthy and smelly, most of the barge passengers began to get up from the messy and crowded deck, ready to pack up.

The squalor of the waters represents the proximity of large settlements.

Virjma arrived.

The barge slowly approached the pier, which was the temple area of Vijma, or "the slum".

The passengers on the ship began to rush to the dock with their cargo, pack animals, or relatives and friends.

It's as if if one step slower is the ship will take him away again for free.

Lan had never understood this mentality, so he leaned against the railing on the bow of the ship, ready to leave when it was no longer crowded.

The cat's eye under the hood moved, and the witcher reached out and slapped it back, and a large black horse's head was pushed to the side.

"Whew-"

Popai's saliva sprayed to the side.

"Haha, my lord, aren't we going to get off the boat?"

Arya was excited on Popai's horseback.

It was the first time she had driven a war horse alone, though only from the middle of the boat to the bow.

By the way, it was also her first time on a boat.

"You have to be glad that Popai is a good-natured person, otherwise it will shake its waist and you will have to be planted in the water."

Arya tilted her head to look at the water below the boat, which was already within the city limits, and there was a disgusting and sticky film of colorful oil floating on the water.

Distinguishable or indistinguishable household garbage is lapping on the hull of the ship with the tide.

The little girl let out a "pout" and honestly grabbed the saddle.

Because there were too many people, Lan En simply didn't get on the horse, and led Popai and Arya on his back and got off the boat.

Back in the time of the Erethusa Academy, Margarita, who knew that Rann had not been to Virgma, had made up lessons for him.

So Lan En knew where he was at the moment, which was the temple area.

It's only a few steps away from getting off the boat.

But Lan En had already scanned the entire dock with his peripheral vision.

Observing the battlefield environment is an ability that every soldier must master.

And after several memories in succession, the owner of each memory is the top fighting master.

This memory directly made Lan En's battlefield observation level jump from ignorance to mastery.

Judging by Lanen's current battlefield observation and analysis capabilities.

Even if he is now put in the position of Bolton at the beginning, even in terms of hard power, the young man is not the opponent of a hundred-year-old demon hunter master.

But with this insight and analysis alone, he can complete the total annihilation of the law enforcement team.

"Six small gangs, each gang of five thugs, each with a snake tattoo...... Belong to the same gang and according to this doctrine are gangs that have existed for a long time and have rules. ”

On the docks, in addition to the sweaty coolies who were carrying bags, and the accountants in charge of bookkeeping and management, several men with obvious poor faces were scanning around.

He had a long sword or a nail-headed stick at his waist.

This is supposed to be the Docks Gang.

"At best, it's a crude melee weapon, and it seems that the unspoken rule of the city is to maintain the level of weapon fighting at 'avoid ordnance'."

Bows, crossbows, and armor are all considered a category of ordnance.

When you come to a strange city, it's always a good idea to write down more information.

Lan Enla pulled his hood, trying to cover his cat's eyes and silver hair, and walked towards the gate of the dock exit.

There were also a few soldiers guarding the gate.

Naturally, the entry tax will not let go of the port.

Rann is dressed suspiciously, but this is Vigema, the capital of Temeria.

There is a sea of people who are going to enter the city every day.

It is unrealistic to expect every soldier of the city defense to have professional ethics.

So Lan just flicked a silver coin and led his horse into the city under the watchful eyes of the guards.

Enter the door and you will be in the real temple area.

The dilapidated streets, as far as the eye can see, there are at least four or five unkempt beggars and vagabonds.

At the door of some huts, there are women dressed in flowers, deliberately twisting their waists to reveal large areas of skin.

Every time a large crowd of people came in through the dock gates, they would repeat these actions in the hope that they would make a fortune.

I have to say that the magical Middle Ages can be in line with the home world, at least in terms of aesthetic trends.

These girls who are in the leather and meat business often wear tight shoulders on their upper bodies, exposing their waists and backs.

In the lower body, those who are in better condition will wear stockings.

Those in poor condition will wear tight-fitting boots made of cloth.

The aim is to define the legs.

When Lan En walked past them, although he was a hormonal young witcher, he didn't have a desire for it.

Because whether it's their skeleton, their skin, their muscle texture...... In the eyes of Lan En, who is always on guard against the backflow of memories, it is a bit distorted and abnormal.

Maybe it's a slight deformity caused by hard life, or maybe it's innate.

Anyway, he just looked uncomfortable.

Occasionally passing by one or two, there are elves with pointed ears, distinct skeletons, and handsome faces, which can make him feel a little more comfortable for a while.

"Mentos, the interception algorithm is in a hurry!"

On the one hand, we have to urge the brain to improve the interception algorithm for memory backflow.

On the other hand, Lan En is also ready to use his willpower to forcibly resist the impulse to pursue perfection brought about by the genetic seed.

"My lord, there's something in your bag that's lit!"

Lane, who was trying to fight against his sick psychology, suddenly heard Arya's low voice in his ears.

Cat's eyes glanced to the side.

The little girl was clutching the alchemy leather bag and cautiously leaning out of her horse.

Aim the opening of the pouch at Lane.

Although she has little knowledge, she also knows that even in this world, magic is a rarity.

She didn't know what was in Lan's backpack, but in the slums, it was better not for too many people to see what could glow.

Lan En patted Arya's thin shoulder encouragingly, and the little girl smiled.

The alchemy pouch was hung on the back of the witcher's waist.

He wore a coarse cloth cloak with a hood, and the light in his leather bag was invisible.

Reaching into the alchemy leather bag, Lan En touched a crystal with ease.

The only thing that glows on his body is the communicator that Margarita gave him when he left.

"Hello? Feed! The first communication test, can you hear it? ”

It's amazing to be speaking directly in your head.

At least for Lanen, although he didn't even change the length of his stride leading the horse, his beautiful eyebrows couldn't help but be raised.

There was still a female voice at the end of the conical crystal.

"Wow! Margarita is really generous, this communication crystal is not cheap anymore, she actually temporarily added a layer of [Spiritual Language]? ...... Looks like you've been obsessed with her lately, Witcher. ”

"Hey! Kayla! Now it's me pumping out the magic, and if you're going to make small talk, why not tell him the place and go chat with cheap saliva! ”

This is another female voice, which sounds a little girly, but it has the courage of a big sister.

In between their words, Lan En had already roughly figured out the use of the conical crystal.

Speaking in the head, for inexperienced people, may output a bunch of useless scrap codes in an instant.

But for Lanne...... He'd actually experienced it many times in his memory.

The efficiency of information transmission in future wars will frighten the generals of ancient times.

"Ladies, as the second lady said, precious magic shouldn't be wasted on remote chat. Tell me the address. ”

"Frontal ......"*2

A stunned voice came from the other side.

They didn't seem to expect that a witcher who could only play a little trick in his impression would be able to start adding [Whisper of the Heart] in just two sentences.

"I have a property in the temple area."

After a stunned silence, it was the second voice that came back to his senses first, giving Lan an address.

"Understood, I'll be there soon."