After eavesdropping in the tavern for a while, Wayne gained a lot and suddenly felt that it was a good thing to have super hearing.

Not only does it give him a sharper perception in battle, and he is not easy to be sneak attacked, but even in life, there are all kinds of unexpected conveniences.

Although the drinkers only talk in small voices, they think that they will not be heard by the people around them in this noisy environment.

But they don't know that there is a witcher near them, a super soldier with super senses, and any subtle sound, once it enters the range of the witcher's perception, will be detected.

During the meal, Wayne not only heard some of the major events that happened in Vigema City during this time, the policies of the city hall, the conspiracy of a gang of robbers, and even heard some news about vampire demon birds from the words of the drinkers.

About a year and a half ago, there have been many cases of wild beast attacks and missing people in residential areas near the palace, and the city guards have always been vague about these cases, and have not caught the real culprits, which has caused panic.

Until now, many civilians are reluctant to go out at night, and even the gangsters and thieves in the city are affected by this, and they dare not come out at night to commit crimes, and the law and order have improved a lot.

However, after the relocation of the royal palace and the start of preparations for the construction of the new city, many residents of the clever point also had a sense of crisis and the idea of moving.

Now this monster that attacks the residents at night has caused panic in the hearts of many people, but because the official has been covering up the truth, the residents do not know that the real identity of the monster is the daughter of the current king Foltest.

While Wayne was listening to the amusement, a tattered and thin boy walked into the tavern, looked around the tavern, and when he found Wayne, he carefully avoided the other drinkers, walked up to him, and said:

"Sir, your horse has been stolen."

Wayne frowned when he heard this, and immediately stood up and walked outside the tavern.

He pushed the drunkard out of his way, lifted the tapestry at the gate, and went to the stables to look, and sure enough, Lucifer, the black mare he had bought from Torruville, was gone.

Some of the surrounding onlookers secretly looked at him with different looks, wanting to see how he reacted.

Wayne didn't have any expression on the surface, but he was already scolding in his heart.

The thief who stepped on the horse, who didn't know where it came from, stole something and stole it on his head, and dared to steal his horse, it was simply looking for death.

You know, the price of a good horse, when converted to Oren, is at least six hundred Oren, which is money that many poor people can't earn in their lifetime.

Dare to steal horses in the city, are those people in the city guard all eating dry food?

That's too blatant, isn't it?

Wayne was angry, but not very worried, the really valuable things were on his body, only some worthless luggage and herbs he picked on horseback, and the elven bow that Torvielle had given him, it was a good thing, and it couldn't be lost.

It's just that these little thieves don't mess with anyone, they dare to provoke a demon hunter, and he will find it after a while, and let these bastards pay it back.

At this time, the tavern owner Old York also walked out, he just casually guessed the general situation of the matter, turned his head to look at Wayne and said lightly:

"I guess the Wild Dogs did it."

"You shouldn't ride a horse to the slums, where the price of a horse can cost several lives, and those guys can do anything for money."

Old York looked at the steel sword in Wayne's hand, and his amber pupils, and said softly:

"And now during this time, a large number of outsiders have poured into the city, and the city guards are very busy, if you go to report a theft case like this, when they come to deal with it, they will definitely not be able to find a fart."

"Either you consider yourself unlucky, or you have some money to prepare, and maybe you can buy your horse back from the Wild Dog Gang."

Wayne raised an eyebrow and asked with some amusement:

"If you steal my things, and you have to let me pay for them myself, this wild dog gang is not small."

Old York looked at Wayne with a frown, and admonished:

"Young man, I know you have some special skills, and maybe some swordsmanship, but there are dozens of members of the Wild Dog Gang, and they are all bastards who do all kinds of evil."

"Their boss, the Dog King, also has the ability to train dogs, and has a lot of vicious dogs, and ordinary people can't afford to mess with them."

"Don't lose your life because of a horse."

Wayne nodded, did not speak, and suddenly noticed that the boy who had just told him the news that the horse had been stolen had also walked out of the tavern, and his thin body in ragged clothes shivered a little in the cold wind.

Old York, too, noticed his gaze, turned his head to look at the boy, and snorted:

"The child's name is Alex, his only relative died two months ago, and now he is a beggar who survives thanks to the nun's alms."

"He's a kind kid, but today he did something stupid."

Wayne's expression moved, and he immediately understood the meaning of Old York's words, and asked:

"Will the Wild Dogs take revenge on him? Revenge on a little child? ”

Old York spat on the ground and said in disgust:

"These bastards are all indiscriminate and do all kinds of bad things, but they are very discerning and will not mess with those nobles and rich people, so the City Guard did not deal with them."

"However, I've seen a lot, it won't be long before this gang is rampant, or in a few years, they will be replaced by other gangs, and the bastards of the Wild Dog Gang will rot in some unknown stinky ditch."

"As long as there are still people in a crowded place, this kind of thing can't go away, it's the same everywhere."

To be able to say these words, it is clear that old York is also quite an experienced person.

Wayne also thought about it, and no longer beat around the bush, and asked directly:

"Old York, do you remember that half-elf kid who worked in your shop ten years ago?"

Old York turned his head when he heard this, squinted his eyes and looked at Wayne seriously for more than ten seconds before he suddenly said:

"I said why do you look so familiar, it turned out to be you kid, your name is Wayne, right, I still remember you."

"Are you a witcher now, too? No wonder you have a pair of cat-like eyes. ”

Wayne was a little surprised, he didn't expect that after so long, the tavern owner still remembered him, and he didn't even forget his name.

So he asked with some surprise:

"Do you remember me, old York?"

The tavern keeper snorted and said disdainfully:

"Lao Tzu has a very good memory, if it weren't for your mother Martha begging me several times, I would have accepted a little hairy child like you who can't do and work in my shop?"

Hearing Old York mention Martha, Wayne didn't care about his rude tone, and immediately asked:

"What happened to my mother? Old York, you know what? ”

When Old York heard this, he no longer looked at Wayne's expression, but sighed softly, and then said lightly:

"What else, her illness can't even be cured by the nuns of the church of Melithea, and she died of illness within two months of you being taken away."

"Melissa paid for her burial, and her grave is in what is now the church cemetery."

Hearing this, Wayne's expression moved, and he felt an invisible urge in his body, which made him want to go to the grave to worship Martha, so he sighed and asked:

"Melissa? Is it Aunt Melissa? Is that the one who served me the wine and meat? ”

In Wayne's vague memory, this is a prostitute who has a good relationship with his mother, although it is not like a sister, but in that difficult day, it should be said that they supported each other.

Old York snorted again, and said:

"Five or six years ago, she was injured by a client of a prostitute and broke her leg."

"I saw that she was pitiful, so I took her in, and if I hadn't seen that I was diligent in my work, I wouldn't have raised a waste."