Due to the construction of the new Vigima City, the old Vigima City seemed very lively at this time. A large number of workers, farmers and travelers and merchants lined up to enter the city, and the amount of goods entering and leaving every day was even more amazing.

In order to prevent unrest in the capital, King Fultest specially sent an army of 500 people stationed in the woods several kilometers outside Vigima City, responsible for assisting Mayor Vadrad and maintaining the public order of the entire Vigima.

As for whether there is any other meaning, Wayne speculated that perhaps King Fultest also understood that the nobles under his command were already dissatisfied, so he would station troops in such a close place to maintain stability.

Although this king is criticized for his private life, among the many kings in the north in the future, only King Fultest and others are barely considered wise monarchs. Most of the others are stinky fish, rotten shrimps, and pig teammates.

These pig teammates made great contributions to the fact that the Kingdom of Nivergard was able to occupy the north so quickly.

Rewadden's caravan lined up near the city gate for nearly half an hour before entering the city area under the inspection and supervision of a group of soldiers.

As the caravan entered the city, Wayne and his escort mission were also completed.

He rode a horse to Levaden, looked at the fat rich businessman with a smile on his face, and first expressed his gratitude. After getting the reward, he said goodbye to the businessman from the south in a friendly manner.

However, at the time of departure, Rewaden said enthusiastically:

"Mr. Wayne, I lived in Kingfisher Hotel before my new house was built. I admire the skills of the witch hunter. There will definitely be some places to cooperate in the future. I hope we can contact you more in the future."

"If you have confirmed your address, please send someone to notify me. I will have a commission in the near future and want to entrust it to you."

"Of course, the reward will definitely be quite generous, please don't refuse."

Hearing that Rewaden had a commission, Wayne certainly would not refuse. He held the hand of the fat rich businessman, with a business-friendly smile on his face and said:

"Please rest assured, Mr. Revaden, I am quite confident in your character and strength. As long as your commission does not violate our witch hunter principles, I will not refuse."

"And, I came to Vigima this time not just to receive the commission. We may have other aspects of affairs to cooperate in the future, maybe."

Hearing this, Revaden looked at Wayne with some surprise, and then showed an interesting expression. According to his understanding, the witch hunter rarely stayed in the same place for too long. He didn't know what else could be cooperated with except for commissioning.

However, Rewadden was a sleek man, and he kept a smile on his face and nodded and said:

"Okay, Mr. Wayne, I look forward to working with you, too."

After the conversation, Wayne and Rewaden's caravan separated and came to Geralt and Dandrien.

Dandrien was obviously impatient to wait. He rode the little donkey he bought from Geralt and kept spinning the roadside, and occasionally glared at the passing women, playing the Rutch and showing off his singing voice.

Geralt held his mount, radish, with straw in his mouth, leaning against a tree, looking at passers-by.

Wayne walked to him, handed him the small purse containing fifty Oren, and asked:

"We've arrived in Vigima City, Geralt, do you have any plans?"

The white wolf spit out the grass roots in his mouth, stuffed the purse into his waist bag casually, shrugged his shoulders, and said in a hoarse voice:

"We are witch hunters, what else can we do?"

"Should you find a place to live, and then go to the city hall or near the tavern to see if you can find the commission."

"By the way, find out the locations of the blacksmith shop and the brothel, these two places are very important to us witch hunters."

After hearing this, Dandelion ran over and said:

"Haha, brothel, yes, brothel."

"Believe me, Geralt, although it was my first time to come to Vigima, I can guarantee that the girls here will fall in love with me soon and fall in love with the great poet Dandrien. Then you say you are my friend and maybe you will even give me a discount."

Although he guessed that these two guys would not have any serious matters, Wayne still sighed at their casual attitude.

He thought for a while and then said:

"So that's it, Geralt, you and Dandrien go to the city to see if there is any commission."

"I'm going to go to the slums to handle something, let's meet at the entrance of the city hall in the evening."

When Geralt heard this, he glanced at Wayne thoughtfully, then nodded, patted Wayne on the shoulder, and left with Dandrien.

He still has a lot of money on him now, so he is not in a hurry to find commissions, equipment, and fun. The witch hunters of this period have never had any far-reaching ideas, and most of them live a life of being drunk today.

It is the happiest day for the witch hunter to be able to eat and drink well and play with women.

After being separated from the two, Wayne's long-lost feeling became alone again, and a feeling of loneliness and freedom arose.

Following the vague memories in his mind, he soon found the slum where he lived as a child.

It was a low wooden house, with dilapidated heights and dilapidated bodies. The roads were filled with puddles and feces. Those who came and went were poor people with simple clothes and pale faces.

There are not many shops here, only some vendors pushing carts on the roadside, selling some daily necessities, and occasionally there are yelling and scolding from somewhere, adding some lifelike atmosphere to this place.

Deep in this house, there is a two-story single-family building with many oil lamps always lit. The door is half-closed and the interior is cleanly decorated. There are often men who look a little rich in coming in and out, and from time to time, women's panting and cursing sounds can be heard from inside.

This is the business place where the poor prostitutes in Wayne's memory are.

Several women with exposed clothes but a little dismal complexion stood outside the house, showing their plump figure weakly. Even if the drunkards and reckless men were passing by were taking advantage of them, they would only bring a few scoldings.

Not far away, a few strong men with tattoos on their bodies and short knives and wooden sticks tied around their waists were leaning against the dilapidated wooden house, chatting while staring at the passers-by with fierce eyes.

They are all gang members in this area, responsible for guarding the prostitutes here, not only to protect their safety and prevent them from being taken advantage of by some poor people, but also to charge high protection fees from these women and maintain the gang life.

And about ten meters away from the brothel, there is a two-story tavern that looks a little old, with the name of the Fox Tavern written on the sign.

Compared to the poor and dirty slums, only this tavern appears a little cleaner. The chimneys on the roof are constantly steaming, and from time to time you can hear some rude laughter and vague curses from the tavern.

When Wayne saw the name of this tavern, his eyes lit up. In his vague memory, Wayne, who was a child, used to be a clerk here for a while, helping the boss there wash dishes, bring wine, etc.

In addition to food and accommodation, I can also get a meager salary of more than a dozen copper coins every week, which is a very deep memory of my childhood.

If he wants to get any past information, this is a good choice.

Thinking of this, he took a step, bypassed the mud and water on the ground, pushed open the blanket that blocked the cold wind at the tavern gate, and walked into the fox tavern.
Chapter completed!