Floating Harbor is a port town in the Kingdom of Temeria, located in the valley of Pontar, along the upper reaches of the Pontar River, surrounded by impenetrable shrubs and forests.

It was an important trade toll in Temeria, garrisoned by troops all year round, and any ships that came to it had to pay a trade tax, and a large number of merchant ships docked here to buy supplies, which also gave this remote town near the border between Temeria and Kodwin a strange prosperity.

Wayne and Geralt disembarked in the town's harbor, and after saying goodbye to the bold bearded Captain Skellig, Wesker, they entered the trading town.

The number of residents in the town is not very large, there are only about a few hundred people in total, there are many members of the elven race and the dwarf race, judging by their words and deeds, the non-human race here does not seem to have suffered too much injustice, at least you can see the smiles on their faces.

And among the pedestrians who came and went through the streets, there were many richly dressed merchants and travelers, as well as rough-skinned sailors with rough manners.

There are many shops along the street, such as blacksmith shops, bookstores, clothing stores, etc., although the sparrows are small, they are full of organs.

Apparently it was the abundance of trade on the Ponta River that brought life to this remote town.

However, as soon as he entered the town, Geralt was attracted by the seemingly largest tavern in the town, which was a three-story tavern that looked a little shabby on the outside, but the overall decoration was gorgeous, and it was obvious that his boss had put a lot of thought into it.

Several scantily clad young women, revealing a large amount of fair skin, were standing outside the tavern leaning against the door frame and window, seducing passers-by with seductive eyes.

It's a man who knows what kind of place it is.

Geralt was tickled by the girls' eyes, and he poked Wayne with his elbow, and showed a slightly sullen smile, and with a look you know, said:

"Wayne, let's go to the hotel and rest, and then we'll be on our way to Virgin in two days."

"After being on Wesker's ship for so long, my body is numb, and every day is clear soup and little water, it's time to eat a good meal."

Wayne glanced at Geralt with a look of disdain.

Where do you want to eat good, obviously you want to eat seafood and abalone.

Of course, he knew very well what this guy wanted to do, but everyone was a companion, and they had to accommodate each other, and they couldn't interfere too much with each other's actions, so he nodded and said:

"Okay, let's rest here for two days, and by the way, let's see if there is any commission here that can be completed."

As the first trading town he encountered, Wayne also wanted to go to the tavern to see if he could find a few GWENT card masters and add a little experience to his GWENT card level.

Seeing that Wayne agreed to his idea, Geralt smiled and walked in the direction of the tavern.

He didn't rush into the tavern, but walked over to the women leaning outside the tavern, and with just a few words, he easily hooked up with two young girls, his arm on the girl's waist, and his expression was indescribably happy.

With money in his body and a hard waist, they directly opened two of the best rooms, and Geralt couldn't wait to put his arms around the two women and go to the second floor after leaving Wayne with a meaningful smile.

Wayne looked at the white wolf's back with disdain and snorted disdainfully.

As demon hunters, their bodies have undergone mutations, and their metabolism speed is dozens of times that of ordinary people, in addition to giving them far more anti-poison ability and recovery speed than ordinary people, the hormones and other hormones in their bodies are also several times that of ordinary people.

This also leads to the fact that witchers are in a state of emotional depression all year round and need to vent their desires frequently, and many witchers have strange personalities and even some crazy, also because of this reason.

And the strong body and vigorous energy also make the witcher always inseparable from women, and it is precisely because of this that many female warlocks like to find a witcher as a bed partner.

After separating from Geralt, Wayne did not go to the room to rest, he was not interested in the vulgar powder in the tavern, but bought a bottle of high-end cherry honey from the bartender, chose a clean seat and sat down, and carefully observed the surrounding situation.

The hall of this tavern is quite large, and as the only large tavern in the floating harbor, there are quite a few customers who dine here at this time.

Merchants, sailors, captains, travelers, and locals, all forty or fifty people in total, sat together in groups of threes and twos, teasing and bragging with each other, drinking and fighting, and the atmosphere was very lively.

After about three minutes of observation, Wayne found his target, an obese merchant dressed in a silk robe and a small round fur hat on his head.

On his chubby face, his facial features are crowded together, and he doesn't look good, but the expression with a smile on the corner of his mouth is quite affinity.

However, this was not something that Wayne cared about, and the reason why he noticed him was because Wayne had clearly seen that a beautiful leather bag with the Gwent brand was hanging from the belt around his waist, swaying slightly.

The merchant is also apparently a GWENT enthusiast.

Wayne walked up to him with the wine bottle in his hand, glanced at the fat merchant, and then generously took out his Gwent card and put it on the table in front of the merchant, with a kind smile on his lips, and asked:

"Sir, wouldn't it be too boring to drink alone? Would you like to play a round of Gwent? ”

The fat merchant stopped when he heard this, and the two bodyguards who walked over from the seat next to him because Wayne was approaching.

He looked Wayne up and down with his shrewd gaze, and finally landed on his amber pupils for a few seconds before revealing a trademark business smile.

The voice was a little high-pitched:

"A legendary witcher, or a witcher who can play Gwent."

"What reason do I have to refuse, an interesting gamble?"

"My name is Darlank. Revarden, a merchant from the South, it's a pleasure to meet you, Witcher"

Wayne didn't talk nonsense, sat directly opposite the fat merchant, took out ten ducat from his pocket as a bet, put it in the center of the table, and said in his mouth:

"You can call me Wayne, Mr. Rayvarden."

"I'm just a newbie to GWENT, and I'm only a fairly common hand, so you'll have to be merciful, sir, and don't let me lose too ugly."

Hearing this, the fat merchant nodded kindly, but the smile on the corner of his mouth unconsciously widened.

He laughed hahaha, and in a warm but polite voice, said:

"Small question, Mr. Wayne, I'm new to this kind of game, we can talk while playing, I'm very interested in the life of a witcher."