I'm not a Witcher anymore.

Chapter 135 There can only be one sun in the sky, and in my heart there is only one sun, Lord Sieg.

"What did you say?"

Sieg sat in his room on the second floor of the "Spear Cave" tavern, looking at Gore who had come to deliver the message, his brow furrowed.

Say it again.

Gore's expression was rather unpleasant.

"Lord Sieg, we have located the three people you are looking for. However—the situation is somewhat complicated."

He took a deep breath and told them everything he had learned.

"That man named Evan gambled away all their money within a few days of arriving in the city."

Zieg shook his head.

Although he had long expected Anna and Evan to separate sooner or later, even he did not expect it to happen so quickly.

Who is Evan?

A pretty boy who can only write poetry, a gigolo who uses sweet words to seduce married women.

When he was in the countryside, he could still pretend to be honest and respectable.

After all, there's not much to offer in the countryside.

But Novigre is different.

This is the pearl of the North, a place of extravagance and debauchery, where temptations lead to ruin.

As long as you have money, you can find any kind of enjoyment.

Once someone like Evan enters the city, he's like a mouse falling into a rice jar.

The silverware stolen from the crow's den was quite valuable and would have been enough for them to live a peaceful life for a long time.

But what if Evan gets involved with something he shouldn't have—

"And then?" Zieg asked.

"After losing all his silverware, he started borrowing money."

Gore continued, "It started with small bets, but gamblers never stop. When they lose, they want to win back their losses; when they win, they want to win even more. In just a few days, he was drowning in debt."

"He couldn't pay back the money, so he gave the two women he lived with to human traffickers in the city."

A brief silence fell over the room.

Dandelion and Zoltan were both stunned.

"Sold?"

Zoltan's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

"He sold Anna and Tamara? To human traffickers?"

"Yes." Gore swallowed hard, his tone revealing a hint of contempt for such scum. "According to our information, Evan sold the mother and daughter to a human trafficker in town called 'One-Eyed Joe' for the pittance of three hundred crowns."

"Three hundred crowns?" Dandelion gasped. "If Philip knew his wife and daughter were only worth three hundred crowns, he'd probably chop Evan up and feed him to the dogs—wait, what about Evan? Did he just throw those three hundred crowns back onto the card table?"

"No, not at all." Gore said this with a strange expression.

"He found a captain and wanted to pay him to take him to Kovelbovis, but what he didn't know was that the captain was one of ours, so—"

Zoltan shouted excitedly, "This is going to be interesting, Sieg! How are you going to teach that adulterer a lesson?"

Zieg said calmly, "Tie a large rock to his leg and throw him into the bay. If he doesn't die, spare his life."

"Yes, I will take care of it myself." Gore quickly lowered his head.

He just knew it, he just knew it, he just knew it.

How could someone who is treated as an honored guest by even Lord Willie be a saint?

Gore broke out in a cold sweat.

He instantly extinguished any inappropriate thoughts that had arisen in his mind because of how well Sieg had taken care of the refugees in Clegane.

He now only wanted to serve Lord Sieg with the same respect he had shown Lord Willie—no, a hundred times more respect than he had shown Lord Willie.

"Is that all the intelligence we have?"

"There are more, Your Excellency."

Gore quickly recovered, paused, and continued.

"Just as One-Eyed Joe led his men to capture Anna and Tamara, Sigir Luwen, one of the four leaders of Novigrad, appeared with his men."

Zieg's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Sigi Luwen?"

"Yes."

Gore's expression grew even more serious.

"Siji Luwen immediately offered four hundred crowns to redeem the mother and daughter. Although One-Eyed Joe was a seasoned veteran, he dared not offend the four big bosses of the mafia and had no choice but to obediently hand them over."

"In other words, the other two people you are looking for are now in Sigir Luwen's hands."

Silence fell in the room once again.

Dandelion and Zoltan looked at each other, both seeing shock and confusion in each other's eyes.

Sigir Luwen, one of the four big bosses of the Novigrad Mafia, is a mysterious and enigmatic figure.

Why would he spend 400 crowns to redeem two refugee women he didn't know?

"I understand." Zieg interlaced his fingers, rested his elbows on the armrest, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

Gore looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and tentatively asked, "Sir Zieg, are you planning to go to Sigir Luwen to demand the man back? If so, I'll immediately call a few men to accompany you."

"Need not."

Zieg shook his head. "I can go by myself."

Zoltan frowned.

"Zig, you're going alone? Those are the four biggest gangsters. You're just walking in like that, what if he turns on you?"

Dandelion also came over, his face showing some worry.

"Yes, Zieg, I've heard some things these past few days. Sigir Luven is a very mysterious person; nobody knows anything about him. Isn't it too risky for you to go alone?"

"No risks."

Zieg stood up and patted off non-existent dust from his clothes.

"Sige Luwen is a cunning old fox who won't do anything without a profit. He's willing to spend four hundred crowns to redeem two complete strangers. There must be a reason behind it."

Gore was still somewhat uneasy.

"But Lord Sieg, if you go like this, you might not even be able to get into the bathhouse. Sigir Luven's bathhouse isn't open to just anyone. Without a reservation or a letter of introduction, the people at the gate simply won't let you in."

Zieg's lips curled up slightly.

"Don't worry, he'll see me. But before that, I need to go to the Ghost Face Gang's vault. Gore, lead the way."

As night falls, the streets of Novigrad remain bustling with people.

The lighthouse of eternal flame illuminated the harbor, its orange-red light casting a shimmering reflection on the sea.

Loud laughter and singing emanated from the tavern, while heavily made-up women stood at the entrance of the brothel, beckoning to passersby.

Zig walked through the bustling crowd and up the stone-paved road to the upper town.

Sigir Luwen’s bathhouse is located on the side of a street in the Upper Town.

It was a stone building, unremarkable in appearance, with only a wooden sign hanging at the entrance indicating that it was a bathhouse.

But Sieg knew that behind this unassuming building lay one of Novigrad's most mysterious forces.