Due to the construction of the new Vigema City, the old city of Vigema was very lively at this time, with a large number of workers, peasants and tourists and merchants queuing up to enter the city, and the amount of goods entering and leaving the city every day was even more amazing.

In order to prevent unrest in the royal capital, King Foltest specially sent an army of 500 men stationed in the woods a few kilometers outside the city of Vigema, responsible for assisting Mayor Vidral and maintaining law and order throughout Vigema.

As for whether there were other implications, Wayne speculated that perhaps King Foltest also understood that his nobles were already dissatisfied, so he would station troops in such close proximity to maintain stability.

Although this king is criticized in terms of his private life, among the many kings of the north in the future, only a few people such as King Foltest are barely considered wise monarchs, and most of the others are stinky fish and shrimp and pig teammates.

The Nefgard Kingdom was able to occupy the north so quickly, thanks to these pig teammates.

Revaden's caravan lined up near the city gate for nearly half an hour before entering the city under the cross-examination and supervision of a group of soldiers.

As the caravan entered the city, Wayne's escort mission was completed.

He rode up to Revarden, looked at the smiling fat rich merchant, thanked him at first, and then said a friendly farewell to the southern merchant.

However, on the occasion of parting, Révarden was very enthusiastic and said:

"Mr. Wayne, I lived in the Kingfisher Inn before my new house was built, I have great admiration for the skills of the witcher, there will definitely be places for everyone to cooperate in the future, I hope we can contact more in the future."

"If you have confirmed your address, please send someone to inform me, I have a commission in the near future and want to entrust it to you."

"Of course, the pay will definitely be quite generous, please don't refuse."

Hearing that Rayvarden had a commission, Wayne of course would not refuse, he shook the hand of the fat rich businessman, with a kind smile on his face, and said:

"Please rest assured, Mr. Levarden, I have considerable confidence in your character and strength, and as long as your commission does not violate the principles of our witchers, I will not refuse."

"Moreover, I came to Vigema this time not only to receive commissions, we may have other matters to cooperate in the future, maybe there are other aspects of cooperation."

Hearing this, Rayvarden glanced at Wayne with some surprise, and then showed an interested expression, according to his understanding, witchers rarely stay in the same place for too long, and he didn't know what else could be cooperated between the two except commissions.

However, Révarden was a slick man, and he kept a smile on his face, nodded and said:

"Okay, Mr. Wayne, I'm looking forward to working with you as well."

After talking, Wayne separated from Revarden's caravan and came to Geralt and Dandrien's side.

Dandrion was obviously a little impatient to wait, and he rode the little donkey he had borrowed money from Geralt, and kept circling the roadside, and from time to time he winked at the women passing by, played the lute, and played his singing voice.

Geralt led his mount, the turnip, with straw in his mouth, leaning against a tree and surveying the passers-by.

Wayne walked up to him, handed him the small money bag containing fifty Oron, and asked:

"We're already in Vigema City, Geralt, do you have any plans?"

The white wolf spit out the grass roots in his mouth, casually stuffed the money bag into his waist bag, shrugged his shoulders, and said in a hoarse voice:

"We're witchers, what else can we do?"

"Wait a minute, find a place to live, and then go to the city hall or near the tavern to see if you can find a commission."

"By the way, find out the location of the blacksmith shop and the brothel, these two places are important to us witchers."

When Dandrion heard this, he also ran over and said:

"Haha, brothel, yes, brothel."

"Believe me, Geralt, although this is my first time in Vijma, I can guarantee that the girl here will soon fall in love with me, with the great poet Dandrien, and when the time comes, you will say that you are my friend, and maybe you will be given a discount."

Although he guessed that these two guys would not be serious, Wayne still sighed a little at their casual attitude.

He thought for a moment, then spoke:

"So be it, Geralt, you and Dandrien go around the city and see if there are any commissions."

"I'm going to the slums to take care of something, let's meet at the door of the town hall in the evening."

Hearing this, Geralt glanced at Wayne thoughtfully, then nodded, patted Wayne on the shoulder, and left with Dandrien.

He still has a lot of money on him now, but he is not in a hurry to find commissions, engage in equipment, and have fun, it is not bad, the witchers of this period have never had any far-reaching ideas, and most of them live a life of drinking and getting drunk today.

Being able to eat and drink well, and playing with women by the way, is already the most lively day for the witcher.

After separating from the two, Wayne became alone again after a long absence, and a feeling of loneliness and freedom arose.

Following the vague memories in his mind, he soon found the slum where he had lived as a child.

It was a low, wooden house, tall and dilapidated, and the road was littered with puddles and excrement, and it was frequented by poor, poor, yellow-skinned men in poor clothes.

There are not many shops here, only a few vendors pushing carts on the side of the road, selling some daily necessities, and the occasional scolding from nowhere, which adds some life to the place.

And in the depths of this house, there is a small two-story building with many oil lamps lit forever, the door is ajar, the interior is relatively clean, and there are often men who look a little richer coming in and out, and from time to time the sound of women swearing can be heard from inside.

This was the place of business of the poor prostitutes that Wayne remembers.

A few scantily clad but somewhat bleak-looking women stood outside the house, showing off their plump bodies weakly, and even if the drunkards and reckless men passing by rubbed oil on them, they would only attract a few scoldings.

Not far from them, several strong men with tattoos and short knives and sticks tied around their waists were leaning against the dilapidated wooden houses, chatting and watching the passers-by with fierce eyes.

They are all gang members in the area, and they are responsible for keeping the prostitutes safe, not only to protect them from being taken advantage of by some poor people, but also to collect exorbitant protection money from these women to maintain the gang.

And about ten meters away from the prostitution hall, there is a two-story tavern that looks like it is a little old, and the name of the fox tavern is written on the signboard.

Only this tavern was slightly cleaner than the poor and dirty slums, with the chimney on the roof steaming incessantly, and the occasional rude laughter and indistinct swearing could be heard from the tavern.

Seeing the name of this tavern, Wayne's eyes lit up, and in his vague memory, Wayne used to be a clerk here for a while when he was a child, helping the owner there wash dishes and serve drinks.

In addition to food and lodging, he can also get a meager salary of more than a dozen copper coins every week, which is a very impressive memory of childhood.

If he wanted to get any information about the past, this was a good choice.

Thinking of this, he took a step, bypassing the muddy water on the ground, pushing open the blanket at the door of the tavern to shield him from the cold wind, and entering the fox tavern.

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