Demon Hunter: I have a red gourd

Chapter 43 Fucked the brothers

"Pfft!" The blond soldier quickly spat out the powder after taking it in his mouth. His face turned pale. It was obvious that the taste was much stronger than he had expected, even a bit disgusting.

"This thing is actually, uh, evil spirit dust, something dropped by dead spirits. Have you heard of it? It's not that addictive anesthetic powder." Ivan scratched his head, a hint of embarrassment in his tone. "But don't worry, this thing is not poisonous, it just might not taste good."

"Okay, there are no contraband. You are passed, go in." The blond soldier took a deep breath and waved at them.

"For Temeria!" Philip pounded his chest with one hand.

"For Temeria!" The two guards returned a standard military salute.

After passing through the city gate and entering the city, Philip quickly came to Ivan's side.

"I didn't expect the guards in Vizima to be so easy to talk to. I thought we had to bribe them to let us in. They even have the gold coins ready." He laughed softly, his eyes sweeping over the pedestrians and vendors coming and going around him. It was obvious that he was not yet accustomed to the atmosphere here.

Ivan smiled lightly and didn't respond immediately.

Easy to talk to? I guess it was after I saw your letter.

It was likely engraved with Vernon Roche's seal, and upon seeing it, the soldiers gave up their extortion attempts. In Vizima, Roche's name might hold more weight than gold coins.

"I didn't expect that Ivan, you have actually dealt with a demon. Can you tell me what a demon looks like? I have heard many ghost stories about this kind of monster since I was a child, but I have never seen one with my own eyes." Philip asked curiously.

"Are you talking about the grayish-white powder? Actually, that thing is not evil spirit dust. Since I left the school castle, I haven't received any commission related to evil spirits, nor have I seen what evil spirits look like." Ivan smiled bitterly, his tone full of helplessness.

"In order to prevent him from losing his mind, I had to make up a white lie so that he wouldn't be unable to accept the truth."

"If it's not evil spirit dust, then what is it?" Philip's eyes widened.

"That's the dung of the Scissortail Dragon. When I went hunting for that Scissortail Dragon, I saw a lot of dried dung in its territory, so I collected some."

"My mentor taught me that if we camp outdoors, spreading the excrement of this powerful monster around us can effectively prevent wild beasts from approaching us while we sleep or meditate."

Ivan spread his hands. "That guard was just too impatient. Maybe the crime of smuggling anesthetic powder was really serious. He put it in his mouth before I could even stop him."

The facial features on Philip's face were instantly twisted into a ball, and then he couldn't help but burst into laughter, laughing so hard that tears came out.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect it to be the scissor-tailed dragon's shit! Doesn't that make that guard so fucking funny? Thanks to your quick wit, Ivan, otherwise I don't think we would have been able to enter this city."

Seeing Philip's expression, Ivan, who had been tense all the time, finally couldn't hold back his laughter. He held his shoulders, bent over and laughed.

The two finally stopped laughing, and Ivan patted Philip's shoulder. "It's time for you to report to the barracks. If you really want to gain a foothold here, you must show enough determination and attitude."

"Ivan, won't you go with me? I will tell Roche about you first after I see him." Philip wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and there was a slight tremor in his tone, as if he had not fully recovered from the laughter just now.

Ivan shook his head. "Don't be so hasty. You should wait until your position is stable before talking to him. It's not appropriate to make a request right after meeting. His first impression of you is the most important thing. My matter is not that urgent."

Philip paused, then nodded thoughtfully. "Okay, then if Roche agrees to help you contact a warlock, where should I tell you?"

"Next, I plan to wander around Vizima and gain some experience." Ivan stretched, his eyes clear and calm. "If Roche really wants to help me, he'll definitely be able to find me. We don't need to arrange a location in advance."

"Roche is just a small officer with a little power. How could he find you among the vast crowd in Vizima?" Philip was still a little confused, frowning slightly.

"Philip, I want to give you a piece of advice." Ivan's tone became serious and he looked directly into Philip's eyes.

"Vernon Roche is extraordinary. Under him, you can get everything you want: money, fame, a title, and even a wider world."

"So you must take this opportunity to work under him seriously. At the same time, you must always remain vigilant and protect your own life. Don't die on the battlefield. Do you understand?"

"I don't quite understand, but I'll listen to you, Ivan." Philip took a deep breath and nodded. "Then I'll go first. Wish me good luck, and wish you good luck too!"

"Good luck!" Ivan smiled and watched Philip's back.

It was a twist of fate that the Bloody Baron had joined the Blue Guards. However, with Roche's help, Philippe might become a true baron in the future.

He took out the 500-kroner promissory note Dudu had given him and prepared to go to the bank to exchange it for some Oren coins. After all, kroner was not circulated in Temeria, and a promissory note of such a large denomination would not be enough for daily expenses.

The city of Vizima is mainly divided into three areas: the Temple District, the Trade District and Old Vizima.

[Vizima Map]↓
The Temple District is the poorest area of ​​Vizima, home to most of the poor, beggars, and prostitutes. Poverty permeates every inch of the land. In the heart of Vizima's Temple District, St. Lebioda Hospital stands as the only place willing to provide aid to the poor and victims. For them, this is their only hope and solace.

Next to the hospital is the monastery of the Order of the White Rose. This order was founded with the purpose of protecting the weak and upholding justice, but it is unknown whether their spirit and mission have been passed down to this day.

In stark contrast was the Trade District, the wealthiest area in all of Vizima. The capital's social elite gathered here, housing the city hall, the market, the blacksmith shop, the brothel, and Ivan's destination, the Vivaldi Bank.

Almost all wealth and power are concentrated in the trade zone. The rich and nobles spend their time here, and merchants take the opportunity to expand their businesses. The whole area is filled with commercial atmosphere and luxury.

As for Old Vizima, it was the town founded when humans first arrived. Through the efforts of successive kings, Vizima has long since evolved from its humble beginnings of thatched huts into the brick-and-mortar city it is today. Now, only this abandoned, ancient area remains, silently revealing the traces of its past.

(End of this chapter)