Warlords of the witcher world

Chapter 158 The Adventures of Master Jie, Amnesiac
"Goodbye, Geralt, thank you so much, if it weren't for your help, we wouldn't have been able to break away from Scoia'tael so easily."

"Yes, goodbye, Geralt."

"If you come to Wengerburg in the future, remember to report my name. My uncle is Dunwa. You will get the best hospitality in the whole city."

Outside the city of Vizima, the famous witcher, Geralt the White Wolf, is accepting farewell from a group of dwarves, oh, and there are a few elves among them.

The non-human races got into the carriage in an orderly manner, and the carriage will set off as soon as they are ordered.

This group of non-human races wore ordinary clothes, and it was not obvious at all that they once belonged to the notorious Scoia'tael.

As for their Scoia'tael signs, they're all sunk in Vizima's lake now.

Since then, these dwarves have bid farewell to their Scoia'tael life.

Facing the enthusiastic farewell of the non-human races, Geralt just waved his hands, and there were some words that didn't need to be said too much.

"Goodbye, Master Geralt, I really appreciate you. If it weren't for your help, they wouldn't have come out so easily, and the Scoia'tael would not have let them go so easily. And the pterodactyl on the road also Thank you for solving it, this is a little thought, please accept it."

In front of Geralt was a man dressed in ordinary clothes, and he handed a small bag of gold coins to Geralt.

The witcher weighed the weight, and then he smiled with satisfaction, if only the guests he met were so generous.

He was prepared to lose money this time. In order to let the Scoia'tael go, he found a lot of supplies for Yaivin's guerrillas.

Then in hindsight, Scoia'tael would have let him go, whether he went to get supplies or not.

Because the Vivaldi Bank is well managed and personnel are exchanged for supplies, those Scoia'tael are simply using him as free labor.

How do you say something?Oh, he's been played again.

"So, Charlene, you're leaving like this?"

"Yeah, let's go. I came to Vizima to help the old Dunwana fish out his nephew. Now that the matter is done, I should leave."

"By the way, are there many dwarves who want to break away from Scoia'tael?"

"Many, of course there are many. They all want to come to Aden. After all, Aden has proved that dwarves can also sit in high positions in this country, and non-human races can get relatively friendly treatment here. And Vergen and There are always dwarves in Mahakam entrusting us to help fish out their children, and I have done a lot of this kind of work."

"Vergen and Mahakam, I still understand Fergen, Zoltan told me that it is a free city for dwarves, but Mahakam, isn't that the elder Hogg who is famous for his strict management there?"

"There are more or less young people from each clan running out. Hogg apparently forbids all the dwarves who joined the Scoia'tael to go home, but in reality..."

"Ah, I see, it's the classic unspoken rule again."

"Anyway, Geralt, it's getting late, and I won't chat with you anymore."

Charlene patted the clothes and shook the dust off them.

"See you again, my friend. By the way, seeing that we have gotten along well during this time, let me give you a piece of advice. Vizima is like a powder keg that may explode at any time. King Foltest is not here, Princess Adda didn't know what she was planning, and the Flaming Rose Knights continued to instigate, and the Salamander Gang was also weird, and the dissatisfaction of the non-human races who were driven to the old city was growing, and there was a group of more and more people outside the city. The bigger Scoia'tael guerrillas. And the lake is also weird, my sources tell me there seems to be something in it, but I'm not sure what... Anyway, if you're smart, witcher, hurry up Get out of this place, even if your lover is that Triss, do you know what our intelligence officers call this situation? It's called a 'mouse trap', chaos seems to be able to gain a lot of things, but in fact, That tantalizing bit of cheese is enough to kill anyone who comes near it."

Charron said earnestly, this is all from his experience.

"Thanks, Charlene. However, I have something about the secrets of our school here, so I still can't leave here."

Geralt also wanted to leave this place of whether or not, but he had no choice. He was chasing down the Salamanders who stole their secret mutation formula from Kaer Morhen, so how could he just leave like this.

"In that case, good luck to you, goodbye, witcher."

After saying these words, Charon climbed into the carriage, and following his shouts, the carriage started driving and headed east.

Geralt mounted his horse and set off on the road back to Vizima.

On the way, Geralt thought about many things, reminiscing about his experiences during this time.

As an amnesiac, this period of time is not insignificant. First, he fell in Kaer Morhen and learned his identity as a demon hunter, and then he was attacked by the Salamanders.

If they hadn't all gone through that second mutation, they might really have to be carried away, instead of beating up the opponent and running away.

But even so, the witcher's mutant formula was taken.

Next, the demon hunters set off in all directions to seek the whereabouts of the formula, and they also found friends from the Snake Sect and the Griffin Sect.

But it's a pity that one of the two factions is busy with large-scale round-ups and wild hunts, and they can't spare manpower at all. They can only provide some support in funds and alchemy materials.

The other didn't know why. After learning the news, he acted very cautiously, but fortunately he sent some people to help in the end.

And he, Geralt, was sent to Vizima to find clues.

Then, he started his own rich experience, first encountered a hell dog in the suburbs, and then adopted Yavin who lost his mother.

After entering Vizima, there was the Knights of the Flaming Rose, the Scoia'tael, and Princess Adda, and then he knew that Triss was the royal advisor of Temeria.

However, whenever he was with Triss, Geralt would always think of a black-haired woman. He once asked Triss, but Triss kept it perfunctory.

Next, he searched for clues while looking for a job in the city of Vizima, and met all kinds of people. During the day, he was mediocre, and at night he turned into a werewolf to defend the city, and Temeria, who sold dirt Secret agents, and gang leaders who are fighting against the Salamanders.

I have to say that this city is really wonderful. Although it seems that it cannot be compared with Novigrad, the free city that people say, Geralt seems to be almost the same.

Before he knew it, Geralt came to the gate of Vizima, just as a caravan was entering the city.

It's just that there are too many cars stuck in the gate of the city, and many businessmen can only sit in the carriage chatting to pass the time bored.

But Geralt didn't need to squeeze, because there was a special passage beside it for pedestrians like them to pass through.

When passing by the merchants, Geralt could hear the chatter of the merchants very clearly,
"Do you know? The reason why His Majesty the King left the capital this time."

"Why do we care about this? Does the king have anything to do with us small businessmen?"

"Hehehe, it will be related soon, because what I'm going to talk about next is a business opportunity that may affect the entire North."

"What, don't play tricks here."

"This is what my friend in Wengerburg told me... Okay, okay, I'll say right away, the king is going to discuss the trading of the floating port with Lord Aedirn."

"Floating port? I remember it's just a small city, and the boats on the Pontar River basically go there, but that's all, why mention it?"

"The Lord Protector of Yadian intends to develop this place well after buying the floating port, and then make it the center of the entire north! You now know why I said that this trip eastward in the past will affect the entire north!"

Geralt didn't listen when he heard this. The business of these merchants has nothing to do with him.

Speaking of which, he really heard the name of Lord Protector of Aedian a lot these days, either bragging about his achievements in battle or expelling monsters. It seems that his reputation is very good.

Just as Geralt walked into the city gate, he suddenly heard a familiar voice, but he couldn't remember what it was.

"Geralt, I didn't expect to see you in Vizima, old friend, we haven't seen each other for a while."

The owner of the voice was a middle-aged man with pale skin, some baldness, and a strong bookish aura.

When seeing this person, Geralt suddenly had a strong strange feeling, and his intuition told him that this person was not human.

"Oh? What's your situation?"

The owner of the voice was obviously very good at observing words and expressions, and quickly noticed Geralt's strangeness, and then asked like this.

"I've lost my memory."

Geralt finally replied like this, he thought about many answers, but in the end he felt that this was the most appropriate.

There was an undisguised surprise on the face of the man in front of him who looked like a tax collector, but then that expression was suppressed and he returned to his previous normal.

He dragged Geralt to a deserted alley, and then began to introduce himself.

"Okay, let's get to know each other again. I am Emile Regis Lohorek Tajiv-Godfrey, a high-level vampire. You can call me Regis."

"I am Geralt, Geralt of Rivia."

"Of course, of course, I know, old friend, come to my place for a drink and we'll talk about the old days."

After speaking, Regis led Geralt away, and Geralt followed like this.

In Vizima, it is undoubtedly very dangerous to rashly follow a new acquaintance somewhere like this.

But Geralt just had a feeling that this man, or vampire, was believable.

He had experienced this feeling in Shani, Zoltan and Dandelion.

However, he never imagined that such a vampire would actually take him to a brothel, or the famous House of Night.

"You live here?"

Geralt said with some surprise,

"Shouldn't you still be working there?"

"Me? No, no, I live here because my girlfriend is here."

"Honey, it looks like you're bringing friends."

A coquettish voice came, and what Geralt saw was a beautiful woman. She was wearing a red and black dress, and she looked elegant and mysterious.

And the first time he saw her, Geralt felt a strong wind and dust, and he was never unfamiliar with this feeling.

But then he felt a strange feeling, similar to Regis's, and Geralt knew immediately that this man was not human.

"Ah, white hair, I think, you are the famous white wolf. However, it seems that you two have some men's time to talk, so I will leave you alone and go to the uppermost room. By the way , leave my girls and guests alone."

The owner of the Palace of Night is very good at observing words and expressions, and quickly figured out the situation of the men in front of him.

"Of course, dear."

Regis kissed the hand of the Mistress of the Palace of Night very gracefully, and then led Geralt upstairs.

Perhaps because it was daytime, the whole brothel was very quiet, some rooms could be heard from men snoring from time to time, and only a few rooms still had the sound of tossing and tossing.

"After what happened with Livia, I decided to spend more time with the people I love, so I came to Vizima. Oh, by the way, you don't know what happened to the others, Meval Going to Toussaint, she has already paid Queen Brokleon's favor and decided to settle down. As for Angulan, that little girl is at Arethusa College, but she writes every day asking us to rescue her, Kassirer is gone now, and the Nilfgaardian has recently found a position in Hakland. As for Dandelion, I believe you have seen him too, he is still the same, wandering and enjoying himself."

The vampire was still babbling as always.

Hearing these words, this was what Geralt thought, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help showing a smile. He was very happy to hear the news, but he didn't know why.

Soon, they came to the top floor.

Regis's room was furnished simply, a boat, a table full of books, and two chairs.

The most eye-catching thing in this room is the big bookshelf, which is densely packed and full of books.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I've been researching the various policies of Lord Protector of Aedirn recently, and I plan to write a paper on it. The room is a bit messy. I'm really sorry."

"Nothing, I've seen messier ones than this..."

Geralt was unable to speak in the middle of his sentence. He saw Regis move his fingers, and the messy books on the table closed themselves as if they had been ordered, and piled them aside.

"That's fine."

Regis said with a sigh of relief, then he looked at Geralt,
"Okay, my friend, let's talk about your problem. Since you have lost your memory, it is absolutely impossible to come to Vizima for no reason."

"Yes, but that's a long story."

Next, Geralt explained to Regis why he came to Vizima, everything he found here, and the intricate relationship between the various forces in the city.

Regis listened carefully to Geralt's words the whole time, occasionally asking a question or two, and Geralt answered it right away.

In the end, Regis pondered for a long time, and Geralt just waited like this. He didn't know why he had to wait, anyway, his intuition told himself that it was definitely worth the wait.

"I understand."

Regis finally figured everything out,
"My friend, that Charon man is right. You should follow his advice and leave this city."

While talking, Regis took out a bottle of beer to replace the wine that had already been drunk, and filled the glasses that the two of them took out in the previous conversation.

"When I was living in Vizima, I felt something. The sudden rise of the Salamander Gang, the Flame Rose Knights took advantage of the king's absence, and the princess...I didn't care about these before, but I just had some experience. Feeling, and the information you bring now, let me piece together this maze."

"All of this is somewhat controlled. From the palace to the streets, it is all controlled by one person, but I am not sure who that person is. I have already locked several targets, but I am still not sure. But don't worry too much, According to my expectation, this person will start to move soon, and then we will know who it is."

"Should we just watch the man behind the scenes do all this?"

Geralt said he couldn't accept the fact that they had to wait.

"I can only wait. There is too little information in my hand now, and I can't analyze more things."

Regis said helplessly, why didn't he want to find out who was behind the scenes directly, but there is too little information now
During their conversation, the night became darker unknowingly, and there were fewer pedestrians.

But the Palace of Night did not know when lights of ambiguous colors were lit up, and patrons also began to enter this brothel run by vampires and full of vampires.

One person, one vampire immediately felt the excitement under their feet.

Looking at the darkness outside the window, Regis suggested,

"Geralt, is there somewhere to rest?"

"Of course there is."

"Okay, then I won't keep you. Go home. We'll meet again tomorrow, and then we'll go to the street to check the information. I believe there must be many clues on the street. But we have to hurry up. The black hand behind the scenes may start to act at any time..."

Just as Regis finished speaking, there was a sudden explosion outside the window, followed by screams and roars from all over the city, and there seemed to be the sound of an army moving.

Both Geralt and Regis froze.

"It's really...it's too late in the end."

Regis said with a wry smile, he didn't expect to come to whatever he said.

"Old friend, it looks like this night is not quiet, we have to go to the street to do some activities."

"Yeah, it's active."

Geralt felt no qualms about fighting alongside a vampire, only excitement.

(End of this chapter)