He had a black leather belt wrapped around his waist, with a waist bag, a dagger and a potion bag tied to the belt. A refined steel sword with a black scabbard was hung on the right belt, and the iconic wolf head emblem of the Wolf School was hidden in his armor.

This fully armed outfit, coupled with his tall and strong figure, short dark blond hair, and amber cat-like eyes, makes him look like a powerful swordsman.

When he entered the Fox Tavern, his image, which was completely different from that of ordinary people, immediately attracted the attention of the owner and the drinkers, and even quieted the noisy atmosphere in the tavern for a moment.

However, the residents living in Vizima are still much more knowledgeable than the farmers in the countryside.

Although they looked at Wayne with vigilance, either openly or secretly, no one acted rashly. They all pretended to be calm and continued drinking and bragging.

As a demon hunter, Wayne was accustomed to all kinds of strange looks. He ignored the stares of the drinkers, walked up to the tavern owner, and gently knocked on the wooden bar.

This is a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, with short black and white hair and a long narrow scar running through his left face and upper and lower lips. He looks like a veteran who survived the battlefield.

Wayne glanced at him, looked at the various drinks in the wine cabinet behind him, and the fresh game hanging on the counter with a rope, and said:

"Old York, give me a bottle of Vizima beer and some rabbit meat."

The middle-aged boss whom he called Old Yoker looked up and glanced at him. His lips moved and he said in a hoarse voice, "Fifty copper coins."

"Guest, please pay the bill first. This is our rule."

Wayne nodded when he heard this, but he didn't have any small coins like copper coins on him. He took out an oren from the purse in his waist bag, put it on the bar in front of the tavern owner, and said:

"One oren, and some beef for that price."

The boss reached out and took the Oren, weighed it in his hand, and after confirming it was genuine, his expression became a little more friendly, and he said, "Please find a seat, sir. Wine and meat will be served shortly."

Wayne didn't say much. He looked around the tavern, found an empty table with few people and sat down. He took out his steel sword and placed it on the table, then looked at the other drinkers.

Seeing that he did not behave in any unusual manner, the other guests in the pub withdrew their gazes and returned to their drinking and bragging, and the atmosphere quickly returned to its previous noisy state.

After five or six minutes, a lame woman in her thirties brought beer and barbecue and carefully placed them on his table.

Wayne looked up and glanced at the woman's face. Suddenly his expression changed and he thought of something, but he did not react immediately. Instead, he picked up his knife and fork and listened to the discussion of other people in the pub while eating.

Information was blocked in the Middle Ages, and most ordinary people did not know much new information except for official propaganda.

Pubs like this, with their dense flow of people and mixed crowds, are an important channel for many people to collect intelligence.

At this point, the demon hunter's super hearing has a natural advantage and can help Wayne obtain a considerable amount of intelligence.

Just like now, at a table not far from him, two men dressed as workers were chatting.

The young worker was physically strong, but his expression was somewhat depressed. He looked at his co-worker next to him and asked in a depressed tone, "Hey, Jason, did you hear that?"

"After New Vizima is built, anyone who wants to live in the new city will have to pay a land purchase tax at the city hall before they can obtain a piece of land and build their own house."

"They divided the entire new city into three areas. The land prices in each area vary greatly. Not only do we have to buy the land ourselves, but we also have to pay for building the houses ourselves. This is to completely separate the poor from the rich!"

The worker named Jason, who was about 40 years old, said disapprovingly: "Isn't this natural? Do you still want the king to pay for you and build a house for you?"

"King Foltest is kind enough to not ask us to pay taxes for the construction of the new city."

"I heard from the nuns in the Meliteli Church that the area suitable for us to live in is called the Temple District. When the time comes, the Meliteli Church will also build a new church there. About 80% of the residents of Vizima will live in the Temple District."

"There is another district called the Trade District, but it is a place where only nobles and wealthy merchants and those respectable wealthy people, the king's officials, can afford to live."

"It's good this way. Living apart from those arrogant bigwigs and those cunning businessmen will also allow us to live more comfortably."

The young man scratched his head and complained in a low voice:

"But I just got married to Lisa, and all my previous savings have been used up. How can I afford to buy a house in a new city?"

Jason glanced at his troubled friend, and said in a more soothing tone, “

"There's no rush, Rota. It will take at least one or two years to build New Vizima. The City Hall will only be responsible for building public facilities and city walls. We have to pay for the construction of our own houses."

"You can borrow some money to buy a piece of land first, occupy a position first, and then build the house slowly when you have money later."

"Don't you know a little about carpentry? You can just go work for the construction team. They are short of manpower and the pay is not bad. It will be easy to find a job."

"If it really doesn't work, spend some money and rent someone else's house. We can't stay in Vizima Old Town any longer. Aren't you afraid that Lisa will get up and disappear in the middle of the night?"

Hearing this, the young man seemed to have figured it out, and he said in a firm tone:

"Yes, Lisa is the most important. I will find someone to sell this broken house tomorrow. No matter how much money I can get, I will move to the new city first. Even if I live in a shack, it will be safer than here."

Jason seemed very satisfied with the young man's attitude and said:

"No need to look for anyone else, Rota. I've already bought a piece of land in the Temple District. I don't have the money to build a house for now. Let's set up a tent and live there first. It will be safer with more people. I won't charge you rent."

The young man Rota was very surprised when he heard this and said with a smile:

"Jason, thank you. You are truly my friend. When I buy some land, let's see if we can be neighbors. I'll treat you to a drink. Please don't hesitate."

After that, the two of them started drinking and bragging, and the content of their conversation became meaningless trivialities.

Wayne retracted his attention and looked at another table not far away. Three armed men dressed as mercenaries were sitting there drinking. An ugly, bearded, rotten-toothed burly man cursed in a low voice:

"Gah, life has been tough lately!"

"The bastard king sent his army into the forest and set up many outposts along the way. Seeing so many fat sheep dangling in front of us, but we had no chance to take action, it was really fucked up."

Upon hearing this, the other bald man with several scars on his face immediately scolded:

"Fuck you, Rotten Tooth, you could have shouted louder so that the farmers nearby could hear us and tell on us so that the guards could hang us."

"But before that, I must chop off your dick and then shove it up your ass."

Another thin, mean-looking middle-aged man immediately smiled and tried to smooth things over between the two of them, saying:

"Brother Scarface, Brother Rotten Teeth, don't be angry, we are all brothers. The boss asked us to come to the city because he has an important mission for us."

"Don't delay the boss's mission because of a small matter."

The sturdy man called Rotten Teeth snorted, knowing that he was in the wrong, and did not fight with the scarred man. Instead, he asked the skinny man, "Rat Eyes, have you found your target?"

"There are so many caravans in the city now, and guards are needed everywhere. It should be easy for us to sneak into a caravan."

The thin man called Rat Eyes looked around cautiously, then whispered:

"I've spotted a wealthy businessman who does high-end tableware business. Recently, the wealthy people in the wealthy areas are all building new houses, and high-end tableware is selling very well."

"This wealthy businessman is planning to hire a group of guards to escort a batch of goods he brought back from the floating port. They should be very valuable and meet the boss's requirements."

"The wealthy businessman is going to leave in three days. I have already bribed the three of us to join the escort team."

"Then inform the boss, and we will work together inside and outside, and we should be able to make a lot of money."

(End of this chapter)