After eavesdropping in the tavern for a while, Wayne gained a lot and suddenly felt that having super hearing was a great thing.

Not only does it give him a keener perception in battle and make him less vulnerable to surprise attacks, it also brings him all kinds of unexpected conveniences in life.

The drinkers only talked in low voices, thinking that they would not be heard by the people around them in such a noisy environment.

But they don't know that there is a demon hunter nearby, a super warrior with super senses. Any slight sound will be detected once it enters the demon hunter's perception range.

During the meal, Wayne not only heard about some major events that happened in Vizima during this period, the policies of the city hall, and the conspiracy of a group of bandits, but he also heard some news about the vampire bird from the words of the drinkers.

Starting about a year and a half ago, there have been a number of cases of wild animal attacks and missing persons in the residential areas near the palace. The city guards have always handled these cases vaguely and have never caught the real culprit, causing panic among the people.

Until now, many civilians are unwilling to go out at night. Even the gangsters and thieves in the city are affected by this and dare not come out to commit crimes at night. As a result, public security has improved a lot.

However, after the palace was relocated and the construction of the new city began, many smart residents began to feel a sense of crisis and began to think about moving.

Now this monster that attacks residents at night has caused panic among many people, but because the authorities have been covering up the truth, the residents still don’t know that the true identity of the monster is the daughter of the current King Foltest.

Just as Wayne was finding this interesting, a skinny boy in ragged clothes walked into the bar, looked around the bar, and when he saw Wayne, he carefully avoided 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 out of the tavern.

He pushed aside the drunkard who was blocking his way, lifted the tapestry at the gate, and went to the stable to take a look. Sure enough, Lucifer, the black mare he bought from Toruvel, was gone.

The onlookers around were secretly glancing at him with various looks, trying to see how he would react.

Wayne showed no expression on the surface, but he was cursing in his heart.

Damn it, I don’t know where this thief came from, but he actually stole something from him and even dared to steal his horse. He is simply looking for death.

You know, the price of a good horse, converted into orens, is at least six hundred orens, which is an amount of money that many poor people cannot earn in their entire lives.

Dare to steal horses in the city, are those city guards just eating for free? This is too blatant.

Wayne was angry but not very worried. The truly valuable things were all on him. On his horse were only some worthless luggage, the herbs he picked, and the elven bow that Toruveil gave him. This was a good thing and could not be lost.

However, these petty thieves dared to mess with a demon hunter, so they could mess with anyone else. He would find them soon and make these bastards pay double.

At this time, the tavern owner Old York also came out. He just casually guessed what happened, turned to look at Wayne and said lightly: "It should be the Wild Dog Gang who did it."

"You shouldn't ride a horse into the slums. The price of a horse here can buy several lives. Those guys will do anything for money."

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

"Besides, a lot of outsiders are pouring into the city right now, and the city guards are very busy. If you report a theft case like this, by the time they come to handle it, there will definitely be nothing left."

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

Wayne raised his eyebrows and asked with some amusement, "They stole my things and asked me to buy them back with my own money. This Wild Dog Gang is really courageous."

Old York frowned at Wayne and warned:

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

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

Wayne nodded without saying anything. Suddenly he noticed that the boy who had just told him that his horse had been stolen also walked out of the tavern. His thin body in tattered clothes was shivering in the cold wind.

Old York also noticed his gaze, turned his head to look at the boy, snorted and said, "The child's name is Alex. His only relative died two months ago. Now he has become a beggar and survived by relying on the charity of the nun."

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

Wayne's expression changed, and he immediately understood the meaning of Old York's words, and asked, "Will the Wild Dog Gang take revenge on him? Take revenge on a child?"

Old York spat on the ground and said with disgust, "These bastards are all low-class people who can do anything bad. However, they are very tactful and will not mess with the nobles and the rich. That's why the city guards did not deal with them."

"But I've seen a lot of this. Gangs like this won't be rampant for long. In a few years, they will be replaced by other gangs, and the bastards from the Wild Dog Gang will rot in some unknown stinking ditch."

"As long as there are people gathering together, this kind of thing will never disappear, and it's the same everywhere."

Being able to say these words, it is obvious that Old York is a man of considerable experience.

Wayne also thought about it, and no longer beat around the bush, and asked directly: "Old York, do you still remember the half-elf child who worked in your store ten years ago?"

Old York turned his head and squinted his eyes to look at Wayne carefully for more than ten seconds before he said in a daze:

"I was wondering why you looked so familiar. So it's you, kid. Your name is Wayne, right? I still remember you."

"Have you become a demon hunter now? No wonder you have a pair of eyes like a cat."

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

So he asked with some surprise: "You still remember me, Old York?"

The tavern owner snorted and said disdainfully, "I have a very good memory. If your mother Martha hadn't begged me several times, would I have accepted a little kid like you who can't do anything to work in my store?"

When Wayne heard Old York mention Martha, he didn't care about his rude tone and immediately asked, "What happened to my mother later? Old York, do you know?"

Old York heard this and stopped looking at Wayne's expression. Instead, he sighed softly and said calmly, "What else can we do? Even the nuns of the Meliteia Church couldn't cure her illness. She died of illness less than two months after you were taken away."

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

Upon hearing the news, Wayne's expression changed. He felt an invisible urge in his body that made him want to go to the grave to pay tribute to Martha. So he sighed and asked:

"Melissa? Is that Aunt Melissa? The one who served me wine and meat just now, is that her?"

In Wayne's vague memory, this was a prostitute who had a very good relationship with his mother. Although they could not be said to be as close as sisters, they could be said to have supported each other in those difficult days.

Old York snorted again and said, "Five or six years ago, she was beaten by a client and her leg was broken."

"I took her in because I felt sorry for her. If I hadn't seen how hard she worked, I wouldn't have kept a useless person."

(End of this chapter)