Demon Hunter: I have a red gourd

Chapter 44 Two Worlds
Ivan was now in the poorest temple district in the entire Vizima. The air here was always filled with a strong smell of feces and rotten garbage, which made him, who had a sensitive sense of smell, feel uncomfortable.

Although his mentors often taught him not to be afraid of dirt and smells, these were very common in the life of a witcher.

In order to complete the commission, they even soaked themselves in the sewers full of excrement and hunted the scavengers inside.

But he still couldn't help but complain, is it really necessary to earn this money?
The monsters in this world are not so rare. There are many ways to make money. Why do you have to fight to the death with the Corruption Demon? Isn't this just asking for trouble?
But this was just a joke, he knew very well why the two mentors did this.

Unlike the witchers of other schools, the two mentors perfectly inherited the philosophy that Elan of Larvik, the founder of the Griffin School, held when he created the school - witchers were created to help and save people harmed by monsters.

They believed that the work of witchers was of noble significance, and therefore attached great importance to their own personal morality and cultivation, strictly adhering to the chivalry in their hearts, and also passed this concept on to Ivan.

Even if the Corruption Demons are hiding in the dirty sewers, as long as they pose a threat to human survival, the mentors will not hesitate to draw the silver swords behind them.

All this has nothing to do with the amount of compensation. In fact, when faced with people living in poverty, mentors will even take the initiative to reduce their compensation, or simply not accept a single gold coin.

However, this approach certainly could not sustain the school's existence. Therefore, after hundreds of years of development, the Griffin School's demon hunters developed a unique way to deal with the problem: charging the wealthy a large sum of money.

Due to their good morals and personal cultivation, the nobles prefer to deal with the demon hunters of the Griffin School. At this time, as long as they slightly exaggerate the destructive power and difficulty of dealing with some monsters, they can take more gold coins out of the pockets of the rich.

Although this is not in line with the integrity of chivalry, the Griffin School's demon hunters don't care. They don't care about how others judge them, as long as they adhere to the chivalry in their hearts.

Ivan did not completely agree with their ideas. Instead, he agreed more with two sentences:
Being poor cares themselves, being wealthy cares the world.

And another sentence,
If someone offends me, I will offend him.

Although their philosophies differed, this did not prevent him from respecting and admiring the actions of his two mentors. In such a gray world, two idealists, like two candles burning in the darkness, their very existence was invaluable.

Ivan shook off the dirty mud on his boots and walked on the muddy dirt road in the temple area. The streets here were narrow and dim, and the sunlight was always obscured by the thick dust and smoke, making it impossible to feel the slightest warmth.

There were dilapidated houses on both sides of the road. Most of the bricks and stones on the walls were missing, and they were barely supported by some crooked wooden boards. Rags and hay were stuffed in the gaps. They swayed in the cold wind, as if they would collapse at any time.

On a street corner, several skinny, pale children huddled together, wrapped in tattered sackcloth, shivering from the cold. Not far away, an elderly woman sat on the ground, a chipped bowl in front of her, two worn copper coins scattered inside. Her withered hands drooped limply at her side, her lips cracked, her eyes hollow as she gazed at the passersby, unable to utter a single word of begging.

The noisy calls of many vendors could be heard one after another, each of them loudly hawking their own goods.

"A magical ointment made by a sorceress herself! A reliable magic ointment! Guaranteed to cure all blemishes and sores, there's no other like it!"

"Cat! Mousecat! Magic cat!" "Amulet! Elixir! Aphrodisiac, love potion! Guaranteed to work! One sip and even the dead can be revitalized!"

"Tooth extraction! Almost painless! Cheap, very cheap!"

"How cheap is very cheap?" Ivan asked curiously.

"Two copper coins an hour!"

Ivan shuddered, dodging the pull of several women wearing heavy eyeshadow and smelling of pungent, cheap perfume, while throwing a few stones and breaking the teeth of several men who tried to spit at him.

Arriving at the center of the temple, we find the San Lebioda Hospital. Although the hospital has suffered from the erosion of time, the broken spire and the remaining carved window frames still reveal the building's former elegance and refinement.

A huge statue of the prophet Lebioda stood at the entrance of the hospital, and a crowd of people in tattered clothes lined up in an orderly manner beside it, without any noise or chaos.

Ivan walked straight past. Behind him, a bald man in a tattered yellow robe and a monocle in the crowd raised his head, slightly adjusted the frames of his glasses, and stared at Ivan's back intently.

Passing through the temple area, Ivan seemed to have suddenly stepped into another world. The dazzling sunlight poured down unreservedly, illuminating the street in front of him and causing his pupils to shrink automatically.

A gorgeous carriage galloped past him. The carvings and pure gold decorations on the body of the carriage were particularly dazzling in the sun. The horses pulling the carriage were agile and their hooves knocked the ground vigorously.

The groom sat at the front of the carriage, dressed in a well-tailored dark uniform with delicate white lace trimmings at the collar and cuffs. He wore a small hat with a slightly lowered brim, partially obscuring his focused eyes. He held the reins firmly in both hands, expertly controlling the horse with smooth and confident movements.

Ivan calmed himself down, and after learning the location of the Vivaldi Bank from a passerby, he walked towards the center of the trading area.

The closer you get to the center of the trading area, the cleaner the streets become, and the ground gradually turns into clean cobblestone pavement.

From time to time, there were fully armed guards patrolling, and every time they saw Ivan, they would stare vigilantly at the two swords behind him.

The brick and stone buildings on the street are richly decorated, and the glass windows of the shops are filled with a wide variety of goods, including gold and silver jewelry, exquisite clothing, various spices, and even precious exotic items. Each item exudes an alluring luster, attracting the attention of passers-by.

From a distance, Ivan saw a very imposing building. On the huge plaque at the door, the words "Vilvaldi Bank" were written in common language and ancient language respectively, which was very eye-catching.

After confirming that he had arrived at his destination, Ivan stopped and walked into the bank's door, led by a waiter in a black tuxedo.

(End of this chapter)