Floating Harbor is a port town in the Kingdom of Temeria, located in the Pontar Valley, built along the upper reaches of the Pontar River and surrounded by impenetrable bush and forest.

This is an important trade toll station in Temeria, with troops stationed here all year round. Any ship passing through here needs to pay a trade tax. A large number of merchant ships dock here to purchase supplies, which also makes this remote town near the border of Temeria and Kaedwen gain a strange prosperity.

Wayne and Geralt got off the ship at the port of this small town. After saying goodbye to the generous bearded Captain Wesker of Skellige, they entered this trading town.

There are not many residents in the town, only about a few hundred people in total. There are many elves and dwarves. Judging from their words and deeds, the non-human races here do not seem to have suffered too much unfair treatment. At least you can still see smiles on their faces.

Among the pedestrians coming and going on the streets, there were many merchants and travelers in gorgeous clothes, as well as sailors with rough skin and rude manners.

There are many shops along the street, including blacksmith shops, bookstores, clothing stores, etc. Although small, they have everything they need.

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

However, as soon as he entered the town, the experienced Geralt was attracted by the largest tavern in the town. It was a three-story tavern. It looked a bit shabby on the outside, but the overall decoration was quite gorgeous. It was obvious that its owner had put a lot of thought into it.

Several young women, scantily clad with plenty of fair skin exposed, were standing outside the tavern, leaning against the door frames and windows, seducing passers-by with their seductive eyes.

Any man knows where that place is.

Geralt was tempted by the looks of those girls. He nudged Wayne with his elbow, gave a slightly sultry smile, and said with a look that said, "You know what I mean."

"Wayne, let's go to that hotel to rest, and then we can continue our journey to Vizima in two days."

"I've been on Wesker's ship for so long that my body is numb. And I've been eating only bland food every day. It's time for a good meal."

Wayne looked at Geralt with disdain.

You don't want to eat good food here, you obviously want to eat seafood and abalone.

Of course, he knew exactly what this guy wanted to do, but as companions, they had to accommodate each other and not interfere with each other's actions too much, so he nodded and said, "Okay, let's rest here for two days and see if there are any commissions 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 masters and add some experience to his own Gwent level.

Seeing that Wayne agreed with his idea, Geralt chuckled and walked towards the tavern.

He did not rush into the pub, but walked towards the women leaning outside the pub. With just a few words, he easily flirted with two young girls. He put his arms around the girls' waists, with an indescribable happy expression.

With money on hand, they felt confident enough to book the two best rooms. After giving Wayne a meaningful smile, Geralt couldn't wait to hug the two women and go upstairs.

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

As demon hunters, their bodies have undergone mutations, and their metabolic rate is dozens of times that of ordinary people. In addition to giving them poison resistance and recovery speed far exceeding that of ordinary people, this change also allows them to produce several times more hormones in their bodies than ordinary people.

The strong body and abundant energy also make the witcher always inseparable from women. Many female sorcerers like to find a witcher as a bed partner because of this.

After separating from Geralt, Wayne did not go to the room to rest. He was not interested in the vulgar people in the tavern. Instead, he bought a bottle of high-end cherry mead from the bartender, chose a clean seat and sat down, carefully observing the situation around him.

The hall of this tavern is quite large. As the only large tavern in the floating harbor, there are quite a lot of guests dining here at this time.

Merchants, sailors, captains, passengers, and local residents, a total of about forty or fifty people, sat together in groups of two or three, teasing and bragging to each other, drinking and playing, and the atmosphere was very lively.

After observing for about three minutes, Wayne found his target, a fat businessman wearing a silk robe and a small round fur hat on his head.

His fat face had facial features squeezed together, making him look unattractive, but the smiling expression on his lips made him look quite approachable.

But this was not what Wayne cared about. The reason he noticed him was because Wayne had clearly seen an exquisite leather bag containing Gwent cards hanging on the belt around his waist, swaying slightly.

The businessman is apparently also a Gwent fan.

Wayne walked up to him with a bottle of wine, exchanged glances with the fat businessman, then took out his Gwent cards generously and placed them on the table in front of the businessman. He smiled kindly and asked:

"Sir, isn't it boring to drink alone? Do you want to play a game of Gwent?"

The fat businessman stopped the two bodyguards who were sitting next to him as Wayne approached.

He looked Wayne up and down with his shrewd eyes, finally looking at his amber cat eyes for a few seconds before revealing his signature business smile.

The voice was a little high-pitched and said, "A legendary demon hunter, and a demon hunter who can play Gwent."

"Why would I say no to a fun bet?"

"My name is Delank Revarden, a businessman from the south. Nice to meet you, demon hunter."

Wayne didn't waste any words and sat directly opposite the fat businessman. He took out ten ducats from his pocket as a bet and placed them in the middle of the table, while saying, "You can call me Wayne, Mr. Revardon."

"I'm just a novice at Gwent, and I only have some common cards in my hand. Please go easy on me, sir, and don't let me lose too badly."

Hearing this, the fat businessman nodded kindly, but the smile on his lips unconsciously widened.

He laughed and said in an enthusiastic but polite voice, "Small question, Mr. Wayne. I'm also new to this kind of game. We can chat while we play. I'm very interested in the life of a demon hunter."

(End of this chapter)