I'm not a Witcher anymore.

Chapter 132 I still prefer your rebellious self; try to recover.

Dudu's plan is indeed pragmatic.

This is the kind of thinking only a seasoned businessman would have.

"Just do as you say. Don't hold back. Go all out and do it," Zieg said. "However, there are two things I'd like you to look into for me."

Dudu immediately perked up.

"Please speak."

After that night, Dudu's attitude towards Qige changed from "young man" to "Your Excellency".

"First thing," Zieg held up a finger, "a while ago, a group of refugees entered Novigrad. There were probably close to a hundred of them, led by a man with a burned face named Clegane. Find out for me where they are now and how they are doing."

Dudu took out a piece of parchment and carefully wrote it down.

"The second thing is that there are three more people: a man named Evan, and two women named Anna and Tamara. They only arrived in Novigrad two days ago. Help me find their whereabouts, but don't get close to them; just keep an eye on them."

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Dudu continued taking notes.

"The burned-faced man named Crigan, nearly a hundred refugees, and also Evan, Anna, and Tamara."

"I'll get on it as soon as possible. Novigrad is a large city, but anyone who enters will always leave a trace. Give me a few days, and I should have news by then."

"it is good."

Zig stood up.

"Send someone to me if you get any news. I'm staying at the Spear Cave Tavern."

Two days later, one afternoon, a thug from the Ghost Face Gang arrived at the Spear Cave Tavern.

Sieg is playing Gwent with Dandelion and Zoltan in a room on the second floor of the tavern.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting dappled shadows on the wooden floor.

"Mr. Zieg, someone is looking for you."

The tavern waiter knocked on the door and said respectfully.

Zig got up and went downstairs, where he saw a man in leather armor standing in the hall.

The man was lean and wiry, wearing the Ghost Mask gang's signature half-metal mask and a clown hat. The shop's customers felt tense and uneasy at his appearance, but upon seeing Zig, his attitude became remarkably respectful.

respect.

"Lord Sieg, my name is Gore, and I was sent by Lord Willie."

"We've made progress on what you asked Lord Willie to inquire about."

Zieg raised an eyebrow.

Dudu was even more efficient than he had expected.

Although Dudu said he needed a few days, only two days have passed and there's already news.

As expected of Hawthorne II's power.

The intelligence network that Willie and his son had built in Novigrad over two generations was indeed extraordinary.

Zieg glanced at the other drinkers around him who were listening intently.

"Let's talk upstairs."

A moment later, in a room on the second floor.

Gore stood at the table and gave a report.

"Those refugees are now living northeast of the city, near the main road leading to Niubao."

"They arranged the wagons in a semi-circle, and built some makeshift shelters with wagon canopies, rags, and branches, along with some old tents. It was called a camp, but it was really just a place that could barely keep out the wind."

"During the day, the men would go into town to the docks to find work, and after dark they would return to their camps outside the town to spend the night."

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He paused, then added.

"The middle-aged man who led them, named Clegane, went to the docks with them every day. They lived a hard life. Although they were hardworking and could get a lot of work, they still had to feed too many people, so they were still—"

Zieg was silent for a moment.

Just as he expected.

The refugees in Novigrad were in a more difficult situation than he had imagined.

"Take me to see it."

"Yes."

Gore bowed in response.

Sieg, along with Dandelion and Zoltan, followed Gor out of the city.

After leaving the city, we walked along the main road leading to Bullburg for a short distance before a messy camp came into view.

The camp was mostly populated by elderly people, women, and children.

At the entrance to the camp, however, two groups of people were gathered.

On one side were Crigam and others.

Crigan stood at the front, his half-burned face taut, his throat sounding like it had been scorched when he spoke.

"We didn't steal your jobs. At the docks, who gets work depends on who's willing to work and who's fast enough."

Standing opposite them was a group of refugees dressed in tattered clothes.

There were more people than them, numbering two or three hundred, many of whom were young and strong men carrying wooden sticks, shovels, hoes, crowbars, and boat hooks.

The leader was a burly man with a face full of scars.

He glared fiercely at Clegane, his voice filled with barely suppressed anger.

"Stop pretending. Since you guys arrived, half the work at the docks has been taken away. You've taken all the dirty and hard work – moving cargo, unloading ships, carrying timber. If you can work from dawn till dusk, how are other people supposed to survive?"

"That's what we earned ourselves."

Behind Clegane, a man spoke coldly, a battle axe in his hand.

"You complained it was too tiring and refused to do it, and now you're blaming us?"

"Shut up!"

The refugees behind the burly man also became agitated, raising wooden sticks, shovels, and boat hooks as if to intimidate him.

But Creeper and his men showed neither fear nor became agitated.

They simply gripped their weapons tightly in silence.

This, in turn, made the refugees on the other side, who had a numerical advantage, hesitant to actually charge forward.

"Sir? Do you need me—"

Gore made a throat-slitting gesture and asked Zieg for instructions.

Zieg shook his head slightly: "Just drive them away."

"Yes."

Gore, with his hand on the hilt of his sword, swaggered toward the two groups of people facing each other.

The burly man with a face full of scars also noticed the approaching group, especially Gore, who was walking towards them.

An iron mask covering half of his face, and a clown hat.

That was the Ghost Face Gang's most conspicuous signboard.

The fierce look on the burly man's face immediately froze.

"You—you're Lord Willie's man?"

Gore stared at him coldly without saying a word.

Although Lord Willie (Dudu) has now ordered that his men not to beat people indiscriminately and to "manage in a civilized manner," Gore has been under Hawthorne II's command for so many years that his ruthless nature has long been ingrained in his bones.

Just standing there is enough to terrify ordinary people.

Despite his imposing and muscular appearance, the strong man began to tremble.

He knew all too well what kind of person Hawthorne II was.

One of the four big bosses of the Novigrad mob, he employs hundreds of outlaws.

In this city, you can't afford to offend anyone but the four giants, or you'll die without even knowing how.

Hawthorne II was the most ruthless of the four leaders.

Gore didn't even draw his sword, just crossed his arms and said, "You have ten seconds to move your ass and get out of my sight."

The burly man immediately felt sweat pouring down his back: "I'm so sorry, I... I didn't know these people were under your protection..."

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding—"

The refugees who had come with him to cause trouble were also terrified and turned pale.

The burly man at the head of the group was the first to turn and run.

The refugees who had come with him to cause trouble looked at each other in dismay. They dared not linger any longer and scrambled away, leaving behind only a pile of dust and a stunned Clegane and his companions.