After eavesdropping in the tavern for a while, Wayne gained a lot and suddenly felt that it was a good thing to have super strong hearing.

Not only does he have a keener perception in battle, but he is not easily attacked by sneak attacks, but he also has various unexpected conveniences in life.

Although the drinkers just talked in a low voice, they thought they would not be heard by the people around them in such a noisy environment.

But they didn't know that there was a witch hunter near them, a super warrior with super senses. Any subtle sound would be noticed once it entered the witch hunter's perception range.

After a meal, Wayne not only heard some major events that happened in Vigima City during this period, the policies of the city hall, the conspiracy of a group of robbers, and even heard some news about the vampire bird from the words of the drinkers.

About a year and a half ago, many cases of wild beast attacks and missing persons have appeared one after another in the residential areas near the palace. The city guards have always dealt with these cases vaguely and have never caught the real murderer, which has caused panic.

Until now, many civilians are unwilling to go out at night, and even the gangs and thieves in the city are affected by this and dare not come out to commit crimes at night, so public security has improved a lot.

However, after the relocation of the palace and the construction of the new city began, many smart residents also felt a sense of crisis and had the idea of ​​moving.

Now this monster that will attack residents at night has caused panic among many people, but because the officials have been covering up the truth, the residents do not know that the true identity of the monster is the daughter of the current king Fultest.

Just when Wayne was interesting to hear, a slim-dressed boy walked into the tavern and looked around the tavern. After finding Wayne, he carefully avoided other drinkers, walked up to him and said:

"Sir, your horse was stolen."

Wayne frowned when he heard this, and immediately stood up and walked out of the tavern.

He pushed away the drunkard blocking the road, opened the tapestries at the gate, and came to the stable to see. Sure enough, the black mare Lucifer he bought from Toluville was gone.

Some of the onlookers around him secretly glanced at him with different expressions, wanting to see how he reacted.

Wayne had no expression on the surface, but he was already scolding in his heart.

The thief who stepped on the horse, who came from somewhere, stole things and actually stole them on his head. He dared to steal his horse, which was simply seeking death.

You should know that if the price of a good horse is converted into Oren, it will cost at least 600 Oren, which is a money that many poor people will never make in their lifetime.

Do those people in the city have a good meal if they dare to steal horses in the city?

This is too blatant.

Wayne was angry, not very worried. The real valuables were on him, and there were only some valuable luggage on the horse's back and the herbs he picked, as well as the elf bow that Toluvil gave him. This was a good thing and could not be lost.

However, if these little thieves are not good for provoking anyone, they actually dare to provoke a demon hunter. He will find him later and ask these bastards to double the repayment.

At this time, the owner of the tavern, Old York, also came out. He just casually supervised and guessed the matter. He turned to look at Wayne and said lightly:

"It should be done by the Wild Dog Gang."

"You shouldn't ride a horse to a slum, where the price of a horse can be exchanged for several lives. Those guys can do anything for money."

Old York looked at the steel sword in Wayne's hand and his amber pupils and said softly:

"And now, a large number of outsiders have flocked to the city, and the city guards are very busy. If you report a case like this, when they come to deal with it, you will definitely not be able to find any of them."

"You either think you are unlucky or prepare some money, maybe you can buy your horse back from the Wild Dog Gang."

Wayne raised his eyebrows and asked with some amusement:

"I stole my stuff and asked me to pay for it myself. This wild dog is very brave."

Old York looked at Wayne with a frown and warned:

"Young man, I know you should have some special skills and maybe you can also have sword skills, but the Wild Dog Gang has dozens of members, all of whom do evil things."

"Their boss is also good at training dogs. He has raised many evil dogs, and ordinary people cannot afford to offend them."

"Don't lose your life because of a horse."

Wayne nodded without saying anything, and suddenly noticed that the boy who had just told him that the horse had been stolen also walked out of the tavern, his thin body in torn clothes was trembling in the cold wind.

Old York also noticed his gaze, turned his head to look at the boy, and snorted and said:

"The child is called Alex. His only relative died two months ago. Now he has become a beggar. He survived with the help of the nun."

"He was a kind child, but he did something stupid today."

Wayne looked moved, and immediately understood the meaning of Old York's words and asked:

"Will the Wild Dog Gang take revenge on him? Revenge on a little child?"

Old York spitted on the ground and said disgusted:

"These bastards are all despicable and can do anything bad, but they are very eye-catching and will not mess with the nobles and rich people, so the city guards did not deal with them."

"However, I've seen more. Such gangs will not be rampant for long. In a few years, they will be replaced by other gangs, and the bastards from the Wild Dogs will rot in an unknown stinky ditch."

"As long as there are still people gathering together, this kind of thing will not disappear, it will be the same anywhere."

It is obvious that Old York is also a very experienced person to be able to say these words.

Wayne also thought about it, no longer beat around the bush, and asked directly:

"Old York, do you remember the half-elf kid who worked in your store ten years ago?"

Old York turned his head when he heard this, squinted his eyes and looked at Wayne carefully for more than ten seconds before he suddenly said:

"I said why do you look so familiar? It turns out that it's your boy. Your name is Wayne, right? I still remember you."

"Have you become a witch hunter now? No wonder you have a pair of eyes that are like cats."

Wayne was a little surprised. He didn't expect that after so long, the tavern owner still remembered him and did not even forget his name.

So he asked in surprise:

"You actually remember me, Old York?"

The tavern owner snorted and said disdainfully:

"I have a good memory. If your mother, Martha, hadn't begged me several times, would I accept a little kid like you who can't do anything, and work in my store?"

When Old York mentioned Martha, Wayne didn't care about his rude tone and immediately asked:

"How did my mother go? Old York, do you know?"

When Old York heard this, he no longer looked at Wayne's expression, but sighed softly, and said lightly:

"What else can it be done? Her illness cannot be cured even by the nuns of the Melitea Church. She died of illness less than two months after you were taken away."

"Melissa paid for her to bury her, and her grave was in the present church cemetery."

Hearing this news, Wayne looked moved, and felt an invisible impulse in his body that made him want to go to the grave to worship Martha, so he sighed and asked:

"Melissa? Is it Aunt Melissa? Is it her who just served me the wine and meat?"

In Wayne's vague memory, this was a prostitute who had a good relationship with his mother. Although he could not be like a sister, he should be said to be mutual support in those difficult days.

Old York snorted again and said:

"Five or six years ago, she was injured by a client and broke one of her legs."
Chapter completed!