God-level Demon Hunter

For Brugge and Soden, Mayena is a transit point to Maribor, the second largest city in Temeria.

But it was smaller than most of the cities the witcher had seen, Vizima, Errand, Cintra.

There is only one wide and flat main road in the city, and narrow alleys on both sides of the street lead to residential areas.

Further back and closer to the periphery, the city wall is towering and there are many sentries.

Thanks to its unique geographical location, Mayena’s commerce is fairly developed. There are shops along the street, and there are a variety of goods on the shelves... flowers, perfumes, daily necessities, and hawkers enthusiastically wave their hands to attract business.

After wandering around, Roy couldn't find the wolf faction mark left by Geralt, so he went to the tavern with the most information.

Taverns are usually deserted in the early morning.

The largest slug tavern in the center of the city is already brightly lit and full of people.

The dim yellow magic lamp flickered, and the strong smell of wine and the cheerful lute came rushing towards me.

Roy sat at the bar and watched for a while.

A group of drunken drinkers twisted their bodies to their heart's content in the center of the dance floor, swaying the beer belly of "pregnant in September" and dancing funny dances.

Some men put their arms around the slender waist of the tavern maid and told jokes in the shadows in the corner. The woman laughed and patted his black-haired chest and the back of his hand.

There were also a few men lying shoulder to shoulder by the window, like executioners on the guillotine, snoring and dripping saliva on the street outside the tavern.

The round tables in the hall were full of guests.

The dark-skinned, gloomy-faced man spoke with a tongue-in-cheek Maribau accent, complaining that the local prices had risen three times in a month, and that his family couldn't open the pot, and blamed all this on the free-living crowd outside the city refugees!

Another fat man with a Sintra accent, showing off his past glory to his companions drunkenly, carriage trips, beautiful wives, big fat boys.

However, after a war, the most valuable real estate was taken away by Nilfgaard.

He is alone now, and the money he brought will be "robbed" by Mayena's inn and tavern.

When he ran out of money, he would be driven out of the city gate by the soldiers as a beggar, and become a member of the refugee camp, where he lived on free soup with little water and hard black bread.

In the end, a burly Soden man drank Mahakam spirits glass by glass, his face flushed and his eyes fierce, wishing to kill someone immediately with a knife.

He yelled at the Black Armored Army of Nilfgaard, claiming that if he had participated in the Battle of Mount Sodden, he would have driven the Black Armored Army back to the city of the Golden Tower in just a few days, regained Cintra, married The Missing Princess as a Wife!

Unfortunately, he slept late on the day the war broke out.

After a nap, most of Soden has fallen.

Now, King Eckhard of Soden died in battle, and his nephew, King Foltest of Temeria, would logically include Soden as his own territory.

He also used this to complain that Foltest's response was too slow. Why hasn't he sent soldiers to fight Soden and reorganize the country so far?

……

No matter which northern country the guests of the tavern come from, they are just a group of people affected by the war at the moment, frustrated and drunk.

After the war, all depression and dissatisfaction were vented in the Slug Tavern!

And near the entrance of the tavern, the three bodyguards, who were as fat as a hill, looked at all the guests like fat sheep from time to time, and no one dared to make trouble!

……

The fat bartender looked at the guests in front of the bar, wearing thin leather armor, slender, wearing a pair of sunglasses, calm and handsome, not inferior to the little white faces kept by noble ladies.

There is no expression on his face at the moment.

The bartender noticed the slender but explosive muscles on his forearm with his sleeves exposed, and was impressed by this guy's momentum and figure, he was by no means an ordinary person.

"What would you like?" he asked a second time.

"A glass of cherry wine." The young voice was a bit magnetic and pleasant to the ear.

The bartender wiped the handle on his black apron, filled an open mug with a large glass of light red cherry wine, and placed it in front of him, as if waiting for something.

"Boss, has anything major happened in the city recently?"

"Are you a mercenary, looking for a job?" The bartender wiped the bottles on the wine cabinet, "You have a good eye! Soden is busy rebuilding after the war, and many merchants from south to north are dumping supplies here. It also means a lot of bodyguard work, if you are willing, let me introduce one to you?"

Roy stared at him silently.

"Okay, blame me for talking too much."

"There are countless major events happening in this world every day, especially Mayenna, which is close to Soden - the center of all turmoil now! I heard that the monarchs of several big countries in the north, Foltest, Demavi, and Henselt ...soon to receive envoys from the south in the fortress, and decide the direction of the war!" The bartender cleared his throat, and filled another half glass of cherry wine for him,

"The refugee camp outside the city has expanded again! Our jazz has been overwhelmed and has applied for financial assistance from His Majesty the King many times."

"Two days ago, another female corpse was found at the entrance of the alley. It was the daughter of a local businessman. She was suspected of being murdered by immigrants from Soden. The merchant association in the city plans to unite to put pressure on the magistrate and demand that the murderer be caught and hanged as soon as possible!"

The bartender stopped talking abruptly, and stared at the witcher, with the golden light of krona shining in it.

"One more glass of kirsch." Roy took three krones and ten coppers.

The bartender smiled and put three of the crowns into the interlayer of the apron pocket, and refilled another glass for him.

"A week ago, a businessman from Outer Livia kidnapped the city's honorary ambassador Ainz, and even dared to come back to the city openly, but was caught by the guards and put in a dungeon...tortured... !"

Outer Livia, that is, the area bordering the eastern border of Leiria and the Kingdom of Livia with Soden.

"What's strange is that this Livia businessman brought a strong mercenary, a white-haired mutant...and was locked up."

"A mutant with white hair?" Roy's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't remember any other demon hunters with white hair like snow besides Geralt. sword?"

The bartender smiled and said nothing,

"Continued Cup!"

The bartender shook his head in silence, and stretched out five fingers at him.

Roy suddenly pushed the high stool away and stood up, his back just blocking the bodyguards' sight.

The five fingers of his left hand flashed in front of him like lightning.

After the light blue light passed.

The bartender's eyes immediately became dull, and he answered the question obediently.

"That guy's name was Geralt of Rivia. You can tell from the name that he came from the same place as the merchant. The merchant of Rivia hired him to kidnap the honorary ambassador Ainz... The two of them have no evidence to prove their innocence. Instead, they made up a ridiculous and absurd reason, that Ainz was melted for no reason."

"The crime of kidnapping, some people even claimed that they came from the occupied Sintra and were spies for Nilfgaard. No matter how you look at it, this is not a small crime! Ainz, as one of Mayenna's food suppliers One, he supported some refugees outside the city, and he disappeared, and the price of goods in the city will inevitably rise, making people's lives even more difficult! The magistrate was furious and put them in the dungeon."

"Just to the north of the city, under the tallest tower."

"Geralt, Geralt, at this moment you're making trouble for yourself, so why not find Ciri?" Roy took a sip of the slightly sweet wine and complained in his heart, "Why would you want to be a demon hunter?" Foolishly let the soldiers arrest... don't you know how to resist, and use the Axii seal as a display?"

He looked at the bartender, "What should I do to get into the dungeon and meet them?"

The bartender paused for a moment, his eyes began to brighten,

"There's an old saying that every door opens for money."

……

A torch that gave off a scorching smell was stuck in an iron bracket on the uneven rock wall.

Two shadows were cast on the dirty floor by the light of the torch.

The white-haired witcher's eyelids moved, he woke up from the long meditation, the pain in his body eased slightly, he wiped his wet cheeks, and looked around.

On the opposite side of the iron grille lay two unkempt prisoners snoring rhythmically.

And next to Geralt lay a flesh-like thing covered in blood, whip marks, and tattered silk robes. In fact, it was a once-rich businessman with a kind smile on his face. Unfortunately, he had been tortured after only a week in prison. is about to collapse

"Yurga, are you okay?" The tough and warm palm patted the merchant's back, and the merchant woke up with a "huh".

"Hiss! My back hurts...Geralt, are we still in the dungeon?" He wiped his eyes with his muddy hand, as if he thought that the darkness, coldness, and dampness in front of him were just hallucinations.

"If no one comes to the rescue, we will probably be locked up until we are turned into bones, or we will be tied to the gallows before then." The witcher's voice remained calm.

"Damn it!" Yurga propped up his body and leaned his back against the cold and wet wall, with a chubby wet face and a hint of annoyance in his small round eyes, "I'm sorry! Geralt, I hurt you. You You saved my life, but instead of giving you the reward you asked for, I implicated you and dragged you into this muddy water!"

"We won't be able to hand over Ainz at all! We won't be able to leave this prison for the rest of our lives!" He sobbed while covering his swollen and pale cheeks, holding his head like a grunting wild boar. "I will never see Christidede again..."

"She is young and beautiful, she is not yet 25 years old, she will be a widow! No, maybe she will take my property and remarry."

"Oh my god! My two children, Nedbo and Sulik are still young, what if there is another stepfather who abuses them?"

Geralt shook his head. I really don't know what trick this businessman has to keep his emotions full and lively, and he sighs every day.

"Yurga, I advise you to save some effort." The white wolf spat on the ground, with a rusty smell coming from his mouth, "The whip will be sucked into the meat later, and it will hurt even more if you can't scream! "

"Crack!"

The iron gate at the entrance to the dungeon opened a gap.

Xi Wei's white light came in.

The sound of the door opening was like a devil's sneer, making Yurga tremble like chaff.

"Here they come again, Goddess Freya, Goddess Melitelli, Prophet Lebioda, Owen, Father of the Sky, Eternal Fire, gods, bless me, invulnerability, just this once!"

"Da da da!" A light footstep sounded from far to near.

Both of them couldn't help holding their breath.

However, the expected scolding sound and the sound of the iron door opening were not there, replaced by a laugh full of ridicule.

The light of the torch illuminated a familiar figure outside the iron grille.

"Roy?!"

Geralt stared at the strange-colored pupils that were bent into a slit, heaving a heavy sigh of relief.

"How did you get in?"

"The prophet has his own tricks! But I can't stay long, only a quarter of an hour."

"I knew it!" White Wolf put his hands on the iron railing, his tone fluctuated slightly, "You had a premonition that I would get into trouble, so you came here to save me, didn't you?"

"You can think so." Roy looked at the demon hunter with a dirty face, a stench showing dense blood scabs and scars, and even white hair that had lost its luster, and said harshly, "But I really didn't Thinking that a dignified demon hunter was arrested and imprisoned without any resistance? Where is your Axii seal?"

"Master Geralt knows this Your Excellency?" Yurga's fat face was immediately pressed against the railing, squeezed out of shape, his sparse eyebrows were divided into a figure eight, and he grinned flatteringly at Roy, "Can you let him save us?" go out!"

"Don't be impatient, buddy, this is my brother Roy." Geralt stared at his companion with dark cat eyes, and explained seriously, "You should understand, Roy, I have been tricked by fate countless times. I already have a wealth of experience, and the current encounter is obviously a test, and I have to solve this test before I can successfully find Ciri, cheat, or give up...then all I will get in the end is punishment."

Roy shook his head snortingly, but when his eyes shifted to Yurga, a businessman in Wailivia, he couldn't refute.

The identity of this unattractive, fat businessman is not simple.

He once appeared in Roy's memory, and he played a vital role in Geralt's first journey to find his daughter.

Originally, Roy thought that the first Northern War had been advanced half a year, and the butterfly wings flapped the hurricane, and it was impossible for Geralt to have any intersection with this guy again.

However, the encounter plays out in another way.

It can be seen from this that Geralt's words are not without reason. Fate and the law of accidents have been quietly displaying mysterious and unpredictable power!

"Listen, I'm going to get you out! But I need to find out what happened. What happened?"

……

"Let me explain, Mr. Roy!" The fat man straightened his tattered collar, "I participated in the whole accident!"

"Yurga, hurry up and make a long story short!"

"A week ago, I met with Ainz, the grain merchant and honorary ambassador of Mayena, to discuss business in a forest in the north of the city! He helped me purchase supplies that were in short supply in Livia and Soden, and I used my own channels in Livia Help him buy a batch of grain."

Business in the woods?

Roy was a little surprised, but did not interrupt.

"Our negotiation has just reached the first step, and the negotiation collapsed... What he wants to purchase is almost moldy and spoiled grains, and flour with worms. You understand, if it is used to make bread, it will definitely damage the eaters. Even if I think about it with my calf, I can guess that it is a recipient of poisonous bread."

"They are already a bunch of poor homeless people, why should they suffer such abuse?"

Roy suddenly realized that it turned out to be relief food for refugees!

"Although I can make a huge profit from the past few years at one time by accepting this transaction, but I rejected him, there is no bottom line for being a human being!"

Yurga put on a straight face, and every piece of shaking fat was upright and awe-inspiring.

Roy glanced at Geralt, who nodded at him.

Apparently, White Wolf personally confirmed it with Axi.

This fat man doesn't seem to have any sense of justice.

But a little doubt arose in Roy's heart. The dignified honorary ambassador of Mayenne, with such a noble status, would do such a crazy thing?

"It's bad in the second half. On our way back to the city, we passed a forest and suddenly saw a strong red light. It was unbelievable, as if thousands of red candles were lit, and the light covered a small forest. !" Speaking of this, Fatty's eyes became very strange, with a little fear, and a little yearning?

"No, that's a little red sun, shining brightly!"