Due to the construction of the new city of Vizima, the old city of Vizima seemed very lively at this time. A large number of workers, farmers, travelers and merchants lined up to enter the city, and the amount of goods entering and leaving the city every day was astonishing.

In order to prevent unrest in the royal capital, King Foltest specially dispatched an army of 500 people to be stationed in the woods a few kilometers outside Vizima, responsible for assisting Mayor Vidrad and maintaining public order in the entire Vizima.

As for whether there were other meanings, Wayne speculated that perhaps King Foltest also understood that the nobles under his command were already dissatisfied, so he stationed troops so close to maintain stability.

Although this king's private life has been criticized, among the many kings of the North in the future, only a few such as King Foltest can be barely considered wise monarchs, while the others are mostly rotten fish and pig teammates.

These stupid teammates played an important role in the Kingdom of Nilfgaard's quick conquest of the North.

The caravan of Revarden waited in line near the city gate for nearly half an hour before entering the city under the inspection and supervision of a group of soldiers.

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

He rode up to Revarden, looked at the fat businessman with a smile on his face, expressed his gratitude first, and after receiving his reward, he said goodbye to the southern businessman in a friendly manner.

However, at the time of parting, Revarden said very enthusiastically:

"Mr. Wayne, I lived in the Kingfisher Inn until my new house was built. I admire the skills of the demon hunters very much. I'm sure we can cooperate in the future. I hope we can keep in touch more often."

"If you have confirmed your address, please send someone to inform me. I have a commission that I would like to entrust to you in the near future."

"Of course, the reward will be very generous, please don't refuse."

Wayne certainly wouldn't refuse when he heard that Rewarden had a commission. He shook the fat businessman's hand, and with a friendly smile on his face, he said:

"Please rest assured, Mr. Revarden. I have great confidence in your character and ability. As long as your commission does not violate the principles of our demon hunters, I will definitely not refuse it."

"Besides, I came to Vizima this time not just to accept commissions. We may be able to cooperate on other matters in the future."

Hearing this, Revarden looked at Wayne with some surprise, and then showed an interested expression. According to his understanding, demon hunters rarely stay in the same place for too long. He didn't know what else the two could cooperate on besides the commission.

However, Revarden was a smooth man. He kept a smile on his face, nodded and said, "Okay, Mr. Wayne, I look forward to working with you, too."

After the conversation, Wayne separated from Revarden's caravan and came to Geralt and Dandelion.

Dandelion was obviously getting impatient of waiting. He rode the donkey he borrowed money from Geralt to buy and kept circling on the side of the road. From time to time, he flirted with the women passing by, played the lute, and showed off his singing voice.

Geralt was leading his mount, Carrot, holding a straw in his mouth, leaning against a tree, looking at the passers-by.

Wayne walked up to him, handed him a small coin bag containing fifty Auren, and asked, "We have arrived at Vizima, Geralt, what are your plans?"

The white wolf spat out the grass roots in his mouth, casually stuffed the money bag into his waist bag, shrugged, and said in a hoarse voice: "We are demon hunters, what else can we do?"

"Let's find a place to stay first, and then go to the town hall or the tavern to see if we can find a commission."

"By the way, find out the location of the blacksmith shop and the brothel. These two places are very important to us demon hunters."

When Dandelion heard this, he ran over and said:

"Haha, brothel, yes, brothel."

Although he guessed that these two guys wouldn't have any serious business, Wayne still sighed at their casual attitude.

He thought for a moment, then said:

"Well, Geralt, you and Dandelion go around the city and see if there are any commissions."

"I have to go to the slums to take care of some things. Let's meet in front of the city hall in the evening."

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

He still has quite a bit of money on him now, so he's not in a hurry to find commissions. It would be nice to get some equipment and have some fun. Demon hunters of this period never had any far-reaching ideas, and most of them lived a life of living for the moment.

Being able to eat and drink well and play with women at the same time are the happiest days for a demon hunter.

After separating from the two people, Wayne was alone again for the first time in a long time, and a feeling of loneliness and freedom arose spontaneously.

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

It was an area of ​​low wooden houses, tall and short, dilapidated and connected together. The roads were full of puddles and feces. The people coming and going were all poor people with simple clothes and pale faces.

There are not many shops here, only some vendors pushing carts on the roadside, selling daily necessities. Occasionally, there are shouting and cursing coming from nowhere, adding a breath of life to this place.

Deep in this area of ​​houses, there is a two-story detached building with many oil lamps always lit. The door is half-open and the interior is relatively clean. Men who look a little rich often come in and out, and from time to time, the sounds of women's moans and curses can be heard from inside.

This was the place of business of those poor prostitutes in Wayne's memory.

Several scantily clad and rather pale-looking women stood outside the house, weakly showing off their voluptuous figures. Even if drunkards and rough men passing by tried to touch them, they would only be cursed at.

Not far from them, several sturdy men with tattoos and daggers and sticks tied around their waists were leaning against a dilapidated wooden house, chatting and staring at the passers-by with fierce eyes.

They are all gang members in this area, responsible for looking after the prostitutes here, not only to protect their safety and prevent them from being taken advantage of by some poor guys, but also to collect high protection fees from these women to maintain the gang's life.

About ten meters away from the brothel, there was a two-story tavern that looked quite old, with the name of the Fox Tavern written on the sign.

Compared to the poor and dirty slums, only this pub seemed slightly cleaner. The chimney on the roof kept emitting hot steam, and from time to time one could hear some rude laughter and indistinct curses coming from the pub.

When Wayne saw the name of this pub, his eyes lit up. In his vague memory, Wayne, as a child, had worked as a clerk here for a period of time, helping the owner there wash dishes and serve drinks.

In addition to free food and accommodation, I also received a meager salary of a dozen copper coins every week, which was a very vivid memory of my childhood.

If he wanted to get some information about the past, this would be a good choice.

Thinking of this, he took a step, avoided the mud and water on the ground, pushed open the blanket at the door of the tavern that blocked the cold wind, and walked into the Fox Tavern.

(Thanks to Daji and Bigan, and Sleepy Summer for the tips. Thank you all for your support. I am a new author, and everyone is welcome to give your opinions and leave more comments. XOXO!) (End of this chapter)