The Creators: From Night City

Gaitan finally reacted and quickly fell silent. He carefully took a sip of the high-grade swallow potion and let out a soft howl of comfort, as if he had drunk a large amount of liquor.

The capillaries on the witcher's face quickly became swollen with blood, and his face was soon covered with black lines, which were the side effects of the toxin in the potion.

This is also the reason why the Witcher potion is very effective but has not spread across this continent.

The principles of these potions are exactly the same as Jiang Bing's early design concepts. With the concept of powerful force, the effects and toxicity of these potions are maximized at the same time.

If one does not possess the demon hunter's extraordinary toxin resistance and superhuman toxin metabolism ability, these potions are no different from poisons.

In fact, the high-level swallow used to accelerate wound healing is a complete poison to ordinary people, the kind that can kill people instantly with just one drop.

"Why don't you kill me?" The effect of the potion finally made the other party's injuries less painful, and he could also free up his attention to communicate with Jiang Bing.

"I've said before that I have simple moral values, such as paying with one's life and repaying one's debt."

"Besides..." Jiang Bing's pair of black eyes made the other person feel creepy.

"Your leather armor hasn't been repaired in a while, hasn't it? The silver sword on your shoulder doesn't even have a scabbard, and the blade of your other steel sword has a chip on it. It looks like it hasn't been maintained in a long time."

"Including your bag." Jiang Bing shook the other person's leather waist bag. "Except for the two Foehn bombs, the empty one is enough for rats to escape."

"He was being hunted and put on a bounty, and even when he was out of ammunition and food, he was still willing to hunt the dangerous Deer-Headed Demon alone to earn a reward."

Amid the demon hunter's gloomy and uncertain expression, Jiang Bing stood up straight, leaning on his cane. "You know, compared to the residents of this uninhabited land, the moral level you display is like that of a saint."

"Ha, a saint who was nearly stabbed to death by a pitchfork." The other party sighed self-deprecatingly.

"Except for that last scene where you went berserk, I don't think you acted like a demon hunter from the Cat School. You should have joined the Griffin School."

Jiang Bing's joke was too funny to the other party, who even laughed continuously despite the pain from his broken ribs.

After laughing for a long time, the other party suddenly replied with a bit of sadness: "I have to have a choice too."

Emotions change very quickly, which is also a common problem among cat school demon hunters.

What the other party said was not difficult to understand. Faced with the high mortality rate of the grass mutation, normal people would not choose to actively try it. Therefore, most of the new blood of the demon hunters came from victims of human trafficking, war orphans, accidental children, and even those who were reluctantly abandoned by their parents who could not survive.

Gaitan's background is probably similar.

"Just because I might be a good person, you choose to let me go?"

"I've said before that I have simple moral values. When I see good people in trouble, I will do my best to help them."

"Besides, when did I ever say I'd let you go?"

Seeing the other party's surprised expression, Jiang Bing squatted down and leaned towards him and said, "What I just said was about you and those villagers. We haven't settled the matter of you slashing at me with a sword yet. I warned you before you did it. You haven't forgotten it, have you?"

The demon hunter's expression froze for a moment, and after a long while he managed to utter a soft, "What do you want to do?"

"I'll give you a job, but it might take a while."

…………

A few hours later, the newly promoted honorary combat instructor of [Anti-Entropy] and the demon hunter of the Cat School was lying on his back on an exquisite wooden trailer, being pulled forward by the nag.

His injuries were healing rapidly thanks to the potion, but it would be best for him not to get out of bed for a day or two.

The time on the road was boring and tedious, so the two people in the car started chatting.

As we chatted, we came up with something amazing.

"Are you saying that Aretuza Academy was destroyed?" Villetta's face was solemn and she suddenly raised her voice.

"It was burned to the ground a long time ago, and everything inside was looted by witch hunters and soldiers, filling up the flagship of His Majesty the Emperor." Gaitan, who traveled all over the country, brought first-hand information.

"What about the students of the academy?" the sorceress asked anxiously.

"They were all imprisoned in Niubao, but that happened several months ago. They were probably either burned to death or tortured to death in prison."

Gaitan couldn't help but understand what was going on as he looked at the pale sorceress. He sighed and said, "Death might be a good thing for them. You certainly don't want to know what kind of torture a group of beautiful women will endure in prison."

The sorceress looked increasingly sorrowful.

"How do you know so much about these things?" she sighed and asked with a bitter look on her face.

"My academy also didn't escape the clutches of those witch hunters and soldiers. Several of my companions were burned to death in the square of Oxburgh. Can you guess why I know so much about this?"

Chapter 340 Thinking Anchor

"Ever since the 'Novigrad Demon Massacre,' the hard-hearted Radovid V has intensified his persecution of non-human races. However, he dared not approach Novigrad, fearing that the 'Scarlet Demon' would leap out and rip him to pieces. He had no choice but to move the execution site to Oxenfurt (Oxburgh)."

The moving carriage suddenly stopped.

Jiang Bing's voice came from the front, "You said that the hard-hearted bald guy is in Niubao now?"

"Of course, his flagship floats in the Boone River all year round, and passers-by can see it." The witcher said it with certainty.

"You want to kill him?" Jiang Bing turned around and looked at the demon hunter in the car who was trying hard to hide his emotions.

"Based on the cruel things he did after taking the throne, there are many people who want to kill him, not just me."

Jiang Bing looked at his employee who was huddled on the other side of the carriage, silent and almost in tears, then turned back and pulled the reins to change the direction of the horse.

"You said he emptied Aretuza Academy of everything, right? Looks like we need to change our destination then."

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Everyone says Oxenfurt is a rough diamond.

This gem lies between the Bun and Pontar rivers, not far southeast of Novigrad.

This cradle of civilization and progress is located in the territory of Redania. It is closely centered around Oxenfurt College and consists of narrow streets and colorful wooden pointed roofs. If you look down from a distance, you will find that it is somewhat like a fairy tale place, full of vitality and noise.

Every aspect of Oxenfurt's life depended on the academy and its students and faculty, on the scientific knowledge and technology it brought to the city, attracting visitors and merchants. This was Oxenfurt—a city born from a wealth of theoretical practice, fueled by commercial profits, and nurturing the brightest minds in the North.

Oxenfurt College is one of the most prestigious schools in the world, rivaled only by the Imperial College in Nilfgaard. Its most prestigious disciplines are alchemy, natural history, bardic arts and poetry, medicine and herbalism, and finally, philosophy.

Dandelion studied at this academy.

Of course, things changed after Radovid V came to power. The once free and open academic atmosphere was stopped by the ruler, and replaced by his will - dictatorship, pride and arrogance defeated culture, Oxenfurt College was closed indefinitely, and most students either went home or were inducted into the Redanian army.

Of course, this does not apply to philosophy students, as what they learn is not suitable for any practical activities.

South of Niubao, on the Boone River, a huge red-painted ship floated on the river.

This was Radovid V's flagship. He spent almost the entire day on this huge ship, drifting downstream to avoid assassination.

This tyrant who declared war on the Southern Empire and regarded wizards as the source of evil, was determined to completely eliminate wizards, severely persecuted all wizards and magic users in his territory, confiscated their wealth, and used it to fight against Nilfgaard, was well aware of his popularity among the people, so he wisely chose to hide on the ship to save his life.

Especially after the "Novigrad Massacre", he not only never approached Novigrad again, but also spent a lot of money to upgrade the hull with demon-blocking metal. He even wished that he had two guards sandwiched between him when he slept.

However, this uneasy and fearful life did not shake his brutal ruling style, but made him even more brutal.

He continued to persecute the mages and searched even harder for his teacher, his sworn enemy, the sorceress Philippa Eilhart.

He had to kill the other person.

Coincidentally, the sorceress whose eyes he gouged out thought the same.

An owl soared in the night sky of Oxburgh, passing over the bustling crowds on the streets and soldiers in red armor. When it passed by the stake in the college square, it couldn't help but circled twice above the head of the charred corpse tied to the stake, then spread its wings and flew into the distance.

Radovid V changed the punishment method for mages, mainly sorceresses. Famous figures would first be pierced from bottom to top with wooden stakes, and then their bodies would be skewered and burned at the stake.

The owl's tiny body was hidden in the night like a dim star, inconspicuous. It flew across the sky and flew towards the Bun River. It circled in front of Radovid V's flagship for a few weeks before continuing its routine exploration work around the entire Oxburgh.

It wasn't until it saw a cloud of white mist suddenly explode in a remote alley that its disproportionately large eyes revealed a kind of anthropomorphic look of inquiry.

This abnormal situation forced it to take the risk of lowering its flight altitude and approaching the place where the white fog appeared.

But before this fat, round-faced chicken with full wings and beautiful fur could get close to the white fog, a gaze as sharp as a knife shot out from the fog, casting a scorching gaze ray that seemed to be real, almost roasting the bird in the air and exploding it.

Perhaps it was the birds' uniquely sensitive senses that made it react immediately. The trembling feeling, like a knife against its neck, made its wings involuntarily tangled. It flapped its wings and fell freely in the air for several seconds before it brushed against the sharp corner of the roof and hurriedly flew away.

"Boss, what did you find?" Viletta was dressed like a noble lady. She looked curiously in the direction Jiang Bing was looking up at the sky, but she found nothing in the starry night.

"Nothing, just a blind owl."

Gaitan objected to this. Although his iconic yellow cat eyes had returned to normal, his sharp eyesight was still there. He looked in the direction Jiang Bing raised his head, but he didn't see any bird, let alone a bird feather.

However, he accepted money from people, helped people to get rid of their misfortunes, and loved what he did. He blinked his eyes, which looked a little strange because of the special colored contact lenses, and held the long sword at his waist with his left hand a little unfamiliarly. He straightened his chest which still ached slightly, and tried hard to pretend to be a qualified noble guard, working hard to pay off the 'mental compensation' he owed to Jiang Bing.

The 'Thinking Anchor' pub is located in the middle of a cross street not far from Oxburgh College.

Its good location means that it has a constant stream of guests all day long. Although the closure of the Oxenburg Academy has caused it to lose some teachers, students and customers, the tyranny of Radovid V has brought it a large number of new social idlers who rely on alcohol to relieve their sorrows.

It can be said that one loses something in one place but gains something in another.

In other words, although life is not easy now, bread still costs less than five kronor a piece, otherwise a talk show might be held at any time in the tavern full of resentment.

Chapter 341: The Three Maids of Vicovaro

These drunkards who stayed in taverns all day and got themselves drunk included but were not limited to suppliers who had close cooperation with the Bullburg Academy, investors, tanners, bankers whose property had been confiscated, merchants, sailors/helmsmen who were temporarily unemployed because of the docking of Radovid V's flagship, porters, fishermen, scribes who might face permanent unemployment, and barbers - they sometimes worked part-time as surgeons, doing simple operations such as bloodletting and tooth extraction. Under the high pressure of the witch hunt, they were forced to close their businesses to avoid getting into trouble.

Of course, a bustling tavern is always full of cultural creators. These colleagues of Dandelion may be of average level and limited ability, but they still have the ability to make a living. They can improvise a folk tune, whether vegetarian or vulgar, according to the requirements of certain customers, and they can also sing some recent events or heroic epics at the request of the owner.

Although it was just getting dark, the bright oil lamps and the fire in the fireplace had already been lit, and the air was already filled with the aroma of beer, the smell of burnt meat, and the smoke from incomplete burning firewood.

The tavern was filled with noise, heated words, rough laughter, the crisp sound of wooden wine glasses hitting the wooden table, and the sound of the bard's lute mixed together, almost breaking through the roof.

Next to a public wine barrel with a long metal ladle stuck in it, stood a troubadour wearing a flat woolen hat, playing and singing a vulgar and obscene tune, which made the already hot scene even hotter.

"In Vicovaro, there's this maid. She's tight at night and loose in the morning. Early in the morning, she's loose!"

The troubadour stood with one foot on a wooden stool, leaned the body of the instrument against his knees, and continued to hum while shaking his head.

"Vicovallo again, with another maid. She's enjoying herself, and her face is red. She's drinking, and her face is just as red!"

The sounds of whistles and slapping tables rang out at the right time, and the old perverts gave enthusiastic feedback.

"The third girl is still a maid. As long as she has a penis, it's her husband. Day and night, they make love with her!"

The troubadour paused here, his long career letting him know that it was time for the drinkers' beat to come.

As expected, the sound of wooden wine glasses hitting the table and the sounds of clapping and stomping filled the air, and a unified toast of "Cheers to her husband!" rang out in the venue.

"Hey, let's continue the story. There are so many interesting things in Vicovaro. Let's talk about the third maid. She had a reputation for being a promiscuous woman. One day, she was running by the river and saw a boat on the other side..."

Just when he was singing passionately, the door of the tavern was suddenly pushed open. Gaitan was indeed a cat-style witcher with delicate emotions. He was good at observation in his daily life. At this moment, he put himself into the role and performed the aristocratic bodyguard's servility vividly.

He first carefully inspected the situation in the bar, and only after making sure there was no danger did he let the two employers behind him into the bar.

The upper-class demeanor of the two men plunged the tavern into a rare silence, until Villetta, with her skirt lifted, walked up the stairs and was led to the second floor by the tavern owner, and then the hall was filled with waves of noise again.

"Did you see that woman's breasts? They're so white..."

"It's really strange that there are noble gentlemen coming to a place like this."

"Did you see that? The bodyguard's eyes were really scary. He was staring straight at your neck."

"The one who sings the song, then the music plays and the song continues, what happens next."

"I bet you that woman is wearing so little, she must be very sexy..."

"That guy is no good. His face looks pale. He might be a silver-plated spearhead..."

Conversations between men generally revolve around sex, politics, and violence.

Led by the hotel owner, the three of them went to a relatively luxuriously decorated single room on the second floor and sat down.

After taking the order, the boss stepped out, leaving the space for the three of them.

"That troubadour sang 'The Three Maids of Vicovaro' quite well." As Gaitan became familiar with the two men, his true nature gradually revealed itself, and he started to make dirty jokes as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Gaitan, you have been in the world for so long. Do you have any reliable information channels here?" Jiang Bing said as he opened the window next to him.

"Of course, Niubao is a gem in the North. It's as prosperous as Novigrad, and there are plenty of newsmongers."

The witcher then waved his hand, "But everything requires crowns."

"boom"

Jiang Bing threw a heavy purse on the table in front of the other person.

"I have enough money. Use your channels to find out if there are any survivors among the teachers and students of Aretuza Academy. If so, find out where they are being held."

The witcher, who was used to poverty, picked up the purse on the table and shook it. There must be at least three or five hundred kronor in it, and he couldn't help but smile.

He had never fought such a rich battle.

"No problem." The witcher acted decisively, opened the door and left.

The food and drinks were served quickly, and after paying the bill, Villetta ate with nostalgia. The food she ate in New Hanover these days was not bad, but she still missed the big stews from her hometown.

"Boss, what are you looking at?"