The Creators: From Night City

Dandelion had an expression of shock as if a myth had come true, and he excitedly performed a widely circulated local poem on the spot.

Chasing the spirit of the Wild Hunt,

The Wild Hunt has captured the world.

Everything is drawn into the vortex,

They span the world.

War devours blood,

Drowning innocent lives...

Ciri ignored the intermittent madness of the bard and looked at Jiang Bing with a face full of reluctance.

"Are you leaving?"

Jiang Bing guessed the other party's plan.

"I've dealt with them many times before. They're just scouts. If I stay any longer, the Wild Hunt army will soon surround this place."

Dandelion and Dudu also gathered around.

Dandelion: "Ciri, do we have to leave now? We haven't even sat down for a proper drink yet."

Ciri looked at the three people and everything around them with longing.

"The Wild Hunt will arrive at any moment, and the White Frost following closely behind will destroy everything indiscriminately. Even for you, I cannot stay any longer."

"Please take good care of Dudu for me. It's not easy for him to survive here." Xili said this as if entrusting someone with a favor.

"besides"

Yan Zi tiptoed to Jiang Bing's ear and whispered, "I prefer you calling me Little Falcon (Nilfgaardian) rather than Ciri."

After saying this, which made Jiang Bing a little confused, Xili took two steps back. Under the gaze of the three people, she turned into a ray of emerald green light and disappeared without a trace.

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Horseshoe and Needle Grocery Store.

Under Jiang Bing's gaze, Dudu tremblingly began to imitate Jiang Bing's deformation, but just like the previous times, he failed.

"Why can't you be me?"

Dudu's face was pale, as if his previous actions had consumed a lot of his energy.

"I don't know either. I can't see you clearly."

What is unclear in the shapeshifter's mouth is definitely not referring to its eyes, but more like an observation and imitation of the original existence.

This meant that Jiang Bing's plan to turn him into his own permanent grocery store failed.

"Sabul, are you there?"

Dandelion's cry came from outside the door. Dudu was as if he had been pardoned. He immediately transformed into an ordinary middle-aged man and ran out to help.

The wooden truck was filled with packaged medicinal herbs and large wooden boxes. Dandelion and Dudu unloaded the things and moved them directly to the warehouse in the backyard.

After sending the delivery driver away with a few crowns, Jiang Bing went back to take inventory and keep accounts.

This grocery store located next to the gate of Niuburg cost Jiang Bing nearly 2300 kronor, plus the entertainment expenses for Dandelion to open up connections and the cost of decoration, the total cost was about 3500 kronor.

To be honest, the location of this grocery store is quite remote, close to the East Gate, and the flow of people is much different from that of the South Gate (main city gate) and Novigrad Port.

But seclusion also has its advantages.

The land bought with 2300 kronor is four times the size of the two prosperous locations mentioned above. In addition to being used as a warehouse, the backyard is also large enough for Jiang Bing to display some of his "little toys".

Jiang Bing, who had no intention of making money from this shop, was also happy that there were no customers coming to the store, as it gave him some free time.

Dandelion placed a bag of dried root herbs on the shelf and counted them to Jiang Bing.

"This is five ounces of mandrake root."

There were still many packages of medicinal herbs on the ground, and Dandelion sorted them out and counted them one by one.

"Ten ounces of dried plantain leaves, one pound of yam, three ounces each of witchweed and spearweed. These two herbs don't grow here, so they're really hard to find."

Dandelion turned to Jiang Bing and complained, "These herbs are easy to find. They're sold in herbal medicine shops and grocery stores. If they're out of stock, I'll find some traveling vendors outside the city to stock up."

"But the monster materials you want are truly rare. If I hadn't had some connections with the church logistics officer who manages the warehouse in Novigrad and hadn't been able to trade in some confiscated loot, you'd probably have to buy these things from those wandering merchants at the port. That would have been incredibly expensive."

As the troubadour muttered, he turned around, opened the wooden box, and began to check the bottles and jars inside one by one.

"Forktail Dragon Spinal Fluid, Manticore Venom Glands, Water Ghost Brain,"

Dandelion picked up one of the bottles, which contained a tongue lodged in the liquid, and twisted it to find the label.

"This bottle is the albino vampire tongue."

The three of them were busy for a while before they finished taking inventory of the large amount of materials.

“Basically everything on the list is complete.”

These things cost Jiang Bing nearly 6000 kronor, especially the monster tissue materials, which were not only rare in Novigrad, which openly opposed all magic, but also very expensive.

It was because several pharmacies and alchemy shops were raided by the Eternal Fire, and the supply chain of raw materials was destroyed.

To this end, Jiang Bing exchanged another batch of gold to fill this economic gap.

But money is meant to be spent, so it’s much more efficient to buy it than to collect it yourself.

Jiang Bing took out about 3000 crowns and threw them to Dandelion, part of which was used as a reward and part of which was used as funds for the subsequent purchase of medicinal materials.

Dandelion practically promised that he would continue to keep an eye out for these raw materials on the market.

Jiang Bing plans to purchase these medicinal herbs in the early stage, and then try to grow them himself when the usage becomes large in the later stage.

However, the required monster materials cannot be produced by ourselves in a short period of time, and the only solution is to purchase them.

Dandelion patted his chest and assured Jiang Bing that he had already established contact with the unlucky owner of an alchemy shop that was forced to close down. He was sure that he could get the supply channels of these materials as long as he had a few drinks.

Dandelion is an absolute master in interpersonal relationships and business communication, and Jiang Bing is very relieved about this.

All is ready except for the opportunity.

When it was getting dark, Boss Jiang put on his cloak and prepared to find the sorceress to pick up the goods.

The death of Hawthorne II seemed to have made no splash in Novigrad, and the people continued to repeat their hard and tiring lives day after day.

But the surge in gang members on street corners and the occasional road closures indicate that beneath the calm surface, there are undercurrents.

But all this has nothing to do with Jiang Bing.

Walking along the familiar alley, Jiang Bing just turned the corner and found that the door of the sorceress's house was brightly lit by burning torches. With the wind, noisy shouts came from the house.

The second floor.

The sorceress lay on the cold wooden floor, her coarse cloth gradually stained red with blood.

Chapter 157 Dedication and Saving People

There was a long dagger stuck in her chest, which was originally a weapon she used for self-defense.

"Fuck, why are you so cruel? If she dies, not only will you lose the fun, but your reward will be cut in half."

The witch hunter who had attacked her covered her cut arm and said angrily, "Who told this damned woman to resist? She almost stabbed me to death."

"Come on, I think you've lost your kidneys from playing with those witches in prison."

The companion shook off the golden magic-blocking handcuffs in his hand. "What kind of threat can a witch who can't cast spells pose? She's not even as good as a farmer."

"Then what should we do next? I don't think she will survive."

The handcuffed witch hunter watched the sorceress gasping for air, blood foam pouring out of her mouth. She said irritably, "Looks like she's beyond saving. I think I should just give her two more stab wounds and take her head back with me. It'll save me the trouble of moving the body."

"I do not think so."

A voice suddenly came from behind the two of them.

"She has an accomplice!"

The two witch hunters ignored the confirmed process and rushed towards Jiang Bing with their swords drawn.

Then he grabbed the sword-holding hand of one of them and slashed his throat with one blow.

Jiang Bing squatted down, and the sorceress's pupils were already showing signs of dilating.

She moved the corners of her mouth twice, but apart from squeezing out some blood foam, no sound came out.

So she could only tilt her head to the side with great effort and look under the bed.

Following the other party's instructions, Jiang Bing pulled out a storage box from under the bed. Inside was neatly arranged books and thick manuscript paper. Judging from the handwriting, it should be the sorceress's handwriting.

Seeing Jiang Bing find these things, the sorceress seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood.

This knife must have damaged the opponent's chest wall tissue and a digestive organ, causing blood in the abdominal cavity to flow into the digestive tract. Senior physician Jiang Bing made the judgment immediately.

Jiang Bing glanced at the place where the dagger was inserted. It was far away from the heart, so there was plenty of time to rescue.

In this world, this kind of injury would be incurable with current medical conditions, unless one encountered a wizard who was proficient in treatment.

The internal bleeding alone can drain the victim's blood completely.

Jiang Bing sighed, and under the sorceress's feeble gaze, he summoned from the air a key that seemed to be made of endless starlight, inserted it into the wooden door leading downstairs, and turned the key to open a door of light.

"Mr. Jiang is kind-hearted and cannot bear to see poor people die in front of him. Also, since you didn't forget our business before your death, I will help you out this time."

A box of books was thrown into the light gate, and the sorceress was picked up. The change of position pulled the wound, and the pain made her groan slightly.

The two stepped over the light curtain, and the light gate quickly shrank and closed, leaving only two witch hunters who died silently on the ground.

Behind the door is a 'warehouse' filled with dozens of machines.

Jiang Bing placed the female sorceress on the prosthetic operating table, turned around and started the generator specially prepared for this trip.

This kind of injury in Night City cannot be cured, but it can be treated by surgery today and back to work tomorrow.

As the anesthetic was injected into the other person's vein, drowsiness overwhelmed the sorceress like a tide. Before she lost consciousness, she vaguely heard the other person's voice as if it came down from the clouds.

"You'd better start praying now. Your body structure is no different from that of a normal person."

Endless darkness, like eternal death, drowned her consciousness.

Students who have been under general anesthesia know that from the time anesthesia is given to the time when one wakes up, the person is completely unconscious, and time seems to have passed in just one second.

The sorceress struggled to open her eyes, her mind was confused and her thoughts were floating like a drunk.

Her consciousness was like a small boat on the sea, swept up and down by the storm and waves, swaying from side to side, and sometimes doing a somersault.

After an unknown amount of time, her sanity returned to her.

The first thing she saw was the rough wooden roof, and the rhythmic sound of iron hammering could be heard in her ears.

She was about to get up, but found that her body was still numb, so she could only lie there in a daze.

"Awake?" Jiang Bing pushed the door open at the right moment.

"You saved me?" The sorceress spoke incoherently under the influence of anesthetics.

"Who else could it be if not me?" Jiang Bing lifted the quilt covering the other person without any hesitation, revealing the other person's abdomen wrapped in medical gauze.

Looking at Jiang Bing's face as he carefully examined his injuries, the sorceress was stunned for two seconds before she said, "Viletta, my name is."

"You can call me Saboor."

Neither Jiang Bing nor the other party paid any attention to the two exposed bulges. Jiang Bing was looking at it purely from a doctor's perspective, while Violetta didn't care at all.

You should know that in the northern countries, there are only two types of women who have long hair - prostitutes and sorceresses. Sorceresses who pride themselves on independence and progress are generally very open in their sexual concepts.

"Where is this place?"

Violetta struggled to get up again, but her body was still numb. However, the severe pain in her abdomen successfully awakened her memory of the injury.

"Don't worry, this is my shop. It's safe."

Jiang Bing pushed the man back onto the bed.

"Two hours ago, you still had that dagger stuck in your stomach. I had to work really hard to save you. I suggest you don't move around, lest the wound tear. It's best to rest for a week."

The sorceress followed Jiang Bing's gaze and saw the dagger she was very familiar with lying on the table beside her.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. It's paid."