How fresh.

In this increasingly chaotic world, there are actually two witchers in the same city at the same time.

And they are all pendants with roaring bear heads.

This is different from the previous time when Lan En took the initiative to find the great master of the Wolf School, and finally the three demon hunters got together and walked together for a while, which was a complete coincidence.

The manager of the boxing match held his small fur to his chest at this time, and his nervous and sweaty hands even made a friction sound when he clenched the soft leather, and his throat kept rolling up and down, swallowing saliva.

It can be seen that it took a lot of courage to let him stand in front of Lan En.

As he spoke, he didn't even dare to look into the shadows under the hood, but just stared at the table.

But fear can be overcome by courage.

Courage, on the other hand, can be inspired by other things.

Compared to the golden piles of coins, it seems that it is not too difficult to talk to a person who can break his mouth at any moment.

"You just mentioned 'that job'?"

A flat, calm voice came from the shadows under the hood.

"Trouble in town lately?"

The organizer of the boxing match was very relieved.

"You don't know yet?"

His tone is cheerful, as long as he doesn't hit him all over the ground looking for teeth at the beginning, it means that the conversation can continue! That means he might be able to get the money!

"Recently, the mayor sent out a task, and the task was posted on the notice boards at various intersections, although the description of the task is not very clear, but the bounty is much! That's 700 crowns! ”

Hearing this number, Regis took his wine glass and let out a dull "um".

This is not a small amount, and if converted into Oren coins, it is about three thousand five hundred Oren at the current exchange rate.

It's a rare big deal.

But compared to a layman like a high-level vampire, Lan En doesn't care much about money, but pays more attention to the information about the mission itself.

He said that 'the task description is not very clear', and this situation is usually something difficult for the publisher to hide.

It's either about a scandal, or evidence of one's own crimes, or simply don't want the public to speculate out of thin air.

In short, this represents the subconscious meaning of 'meeting and talking'.

And the mission issued from the hands of the mayor of Sintra is unknown. There should be a bit of a doorway in this.

But the momentary thought process in Lan's mind was not manifested outwardly.

He just glanced at the organizer of the fight, who was already a little relaxed.

"Seeing that you are so diligent, even if you introduce someone to take the task, you will get a commission?"

The manager's face stiffened for a while, and then relaxed as if it had been broken.

After all, it's just a matter of getting punched left and right and losing a few teeth.

"Yes, the mayor himself has paid another fifty crowns for those who can refer the witchers there. Whoever recommended the witcher to complete the task first will be the fifty crowns. ”

"That's pretty strange."

Rann took a sip of the mead from the cup.

"Your mayor has assigned the witcher to complete the mission."

There was a time when the common people were more afraid of witchers than monsters. After all, monsters are in forests and caves, while witchers are cheeky to walk the streets, run into inns, and wander around holy places, shrines, schools, and entertainment venues. Feeling offended, the decent man began to find someone to clean up the boorish witchers.

In this kind of resistance, witchers rarely receive commissions from officials.

Vireillard, the mayor of Virima, only got a first glimpse of the witcher community when Geralt went to receive the mission five years ago.

It's rare for the mayor of Sintra to call out the witchers to do the work, rather than the more trusted ordinary human mercenaries.

But this also shows that the content of this mission must be very 'professional'.

Why did King Evel of Verdon ask Geralt to lift the cormorant curse? Because he's a witcher, he's professional enough.

Why did King Visemir of Brugg ask Viselmir to communicate with the dryads? Because he's a witcher, he's professional enough.

"I think we should check it out."

Regis, who had poured another glass for himself and Lanne, said with a smile.

"There are already witchers of the same school as you who have started to act, whether you are interested in this task or not, but you are definitely interested in that witcher."

The witchers of the Bear School have long since abandoned their castle in Hainkawich, and they basically have no feelings for passing on the school.

Therefore, the witchers of the Bear School who are now wandering around the continent and looking for work are basically old members of the castle period.

They must have known about the school's relationship with the dwarves of the Amer Mountains.

Lan En had already made up his mind.

"I'll go look at the notice, but it's none of your business."

Lane said to the organizer of the fight.

"Although I won't punch you in the face, I don't want to see the guy who wanted to maliciously provoke me and make money with my punches last moment, because I really made money because of my reasons, that's disgusting."

"Yes, sir."

Seeing that the outside world was in vain, the manager of the boxing tournament did not dare to say much, so he could only leave in low spirits.

Regis and Rann then finished dinner and went upstairs to rest.

——

Early the next morning, the witchers and vampires stood in a small square in the city of Sintra.

The dirt roads here are mixed with horse manure and dog poop, but barefoot children still chase and fight on the road.

The vendors began to set up stalls and shout, and the merchants used horse-drawn carts to pull the goods to welcome them.

It's a typical urban corner in the north.

"This is it.' Witchers only, ignorant, don't waste your life for money you can't get. ’”

Lan chuckled.

"He really wrote it. There must have been a lot of people who started scolding the mayor because of this notice. ”

"But that's normal." Regis explained, tugging at the strap of the shoulder bag on his chest.

"The court of Sintra had a big incident a few years ago because of the witchers. Have you heard of it? It's a banquet about the law of accidents. ”

Lan Enxin said that he had not only heard it, but also heard it from the mouths of the parties.

Geralt's connection to Ciri's fate began with that casual talk of the law of accidents.

"So the people of Sintra are no strangers to the profession of witcher, and the mayor also knows the professionalism of witcher."

The young man rubbed his chin and speculated about the message behind the mission.

"That's right."

Regis nodded, then leaned his head back to Ranne, his voice lowered.

"Use me to investigate? The description of this mission is too vague to resemble a decree issued by the mayor to keep the city running. ”

The vampire said as the other palm made a 'quietly passing' gesture.

Lan En pinched his chin and shook his head after thinking for a while.

"No, I don't need your help yet. I know what you mean, such a secretive mission is more like a royal 'mandate' than a mayor's 'decree', but the more this happens, the less room you can play as a vampire who can turn into fog. ”

Because the more terrible the information, the more it will only exist in the minds of those in the know, and not on paper.

"Let's go see first. Anyway, if it can't be done, or it's too troublesome."

The witcher shrugged indifferently.

"We're not going for the bounty, let's leave when the time comes! With you, who can stop you? ”

Lan patted the vampire next to him on the shoulder, and Regis smiled gently.

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