The Creators: From Night City

The female boss swept the coins into the counter and started to work.

Jiang Bing sat on a chair, looking at an ordinary rural woman across from him with a visiting attitude. She was enjoying a large plate of stewed potatoes in front of her.

He eats in a very heroic manner.

The man was dressed in ordinary clothes and had an ordinary appearance. There was an old scar on his rough face covered with freckles, which stretched diagonally from his left eye to the edge of his cheek.

But my intuitive feedback always felt that something was wrong.

To be on the safe side, Jiang Bing took another look at the other person, and the feedback he got was just as ordinary.

"Look at the eyes of those two freaks at the back. They're like cats."

There were three drunkards sitting not far away, one of them was gossiping with his companions in a low voice.

"I heard they steal children, so you'd better keep a close eye on your children."

"And the guy next to them, covering himself up so tightly, with these two freaks, might be a deformed person with three arms."

"I think we should kick them out. It makes me sick to be with them."

The three of them were talking to each other, thinking their voices were very low, but the three people on this side could hear them clearly.

Vesemir struggled to press back Jiang Bing's knife-holding hand and successfully reached the twenty-first level of the pagoda.

Fortunately, the proprietress brought the food in time and stopped the subsequent development.

Geralt and Vesemir came here on a mission. They followed the traces of the White Wolf's old lover, the sorceress Yennefer, and came here.

So the two witchers ate quickly, and then began to inquire about Yennefer's news in the village.

Jiang Bing, the street urchin, had no important goal. He was happily savoring his first delicious meal in the world.

To be honest, the taste was not very good. The roast pork was just barely cooked through with a lingering fishy smell.

"You can pour a small amount of beer on the pork to remove the fishy smell."

The peasant woman saw that Jiang Bing was eating here with a painful expression on his face and the food tasted like wax, so she suddenly gave him a reminder.

Jiang Bing readily followed his lead, and he didn't expect that this beer mixed with a small amount of cherry, after being mixed with pork, did indeed cover up the fishy smell of pork to a great extent, and also added a few hints of wheat aroma to the somewhat bland dish.

Jiang Bing nodded politely to express his gratitude.

"This is a unique way to eat cherries at White Orchard. The cherries here are famous throughout Temeria."

Just when Jiang Bing was thinking that the other party's speech and appearance were somewhat inconsistent, the other party had already finished the whole plate of stewed potatoes. After nodding and smiling politely at Jiang Bing, he opened the door and left.

The thick wooden door of the tavern had just closed when it was immediately pushed open from the outside.

The person who came in was a bald man dressed as a traveling merchant.

He had a warm but strange smile on his face, and he had a clear goal. As soon as he entered the door, he walked straight to the table where Jiang Bing was, and then sat down on the bench opposite Jiang Bing.

"It's not bad here, is it?" The man spoke to the solemn-looking craftsman with a natural air, as if they were old friends. He then called out the man's name.

"What do you think, Jiang Bing?"

"Gaunt O'Dimm?!" Jiang Bing was not surprised at all that the other party called out his real name, and instead told the other party many of his titles in this world.

"Mirror Master, Man of Glass, Evil Incarnate."

The other party was not surprised that Jiang Bing could reveal his identity in one sentence. Instead, he turned around very naturally, took the cherry beer brought by the tavern owner, and took a few sips.

It was as if he didn't sit down directly after entering the door, but ordered this glass of wine first.

"I was just doing some small business and was misunderstood by the world."

Jiang Bing doesn't think buying and selling souls is a small business.

As a powerful being who can stop time with a high five, he always adheres to the set of 'fair trade' rules he set for himself, trading souls with men and women in countless worlds.

His real name and where it came from are a mystery, but his behavior is very much like a traditional "devil" in a Faustian bargain.

Luring others, using their souls as bargaining chips, signing contracts, and fulfilling their wishes.

It is worth mentioning that he will definitely fulfill your wish to the letter.

The problem lies here.

If you want to be immortal, you will most likely become a conscious stone statue or something else, and thus achieve immortality.

"You know I won't make any deals with you."

Jiang Bing's expression was extremely serious, and he carefully considered every word he spoke.

"Of course, of course, I have no interest in doing business with a bunch of you idiots who only know how to swing hammers."

When Master Mirror said this, he grimaced and looked like he had a toothache.

It seems that the cherry beer is a little cold.

"I just want to be friends with you, and~"

The other party deliberately dragged out the last word to create suspense that the person involved was not expecting.

Jiang Bing was already prepared to recite the Blue Vision in his mind.

"I'll give you a meeting gift in advance."

A large book with a cover that looked like sheepskin and was beautifully bound was pulled out of thin air by Master Mirror and placed in front of Jiang Bing.

He glanced at the title "Craftsman's Apprentice" and couldn't help but twitch his eyes.

The Witcher Theory

Chapter 115: Timely Rain from Another World

Jiang Bing glanced at the gilded list of authors below the title again, and the corners of his twitching eyes began to twitch.

The editors are Alzu and Cosimo Malaspina, two famous wizards in this world. They studied and created the group of witchers. It is reasonable for them to be the editors of this book.

'The main editor is GOD, the one sitting opposite me at this moment.

"Don't you want to open it and take a look?"

The devil whispers.

Jiang Bing suppressed his curiosity about knowledge and shook his head to refuse.

"All the gifts bestowed by fate have already been secretly marked with a price."

Gaunt O'Dimm clapped softly. "It's a quote from 'The Queen of the Dead'. Good taste. I like it too."

"In that case, we can help each other. It can be considered a small friendship building between friends."

This nearly omnipotent being made a rare compromise.

He saw Jiang Bing's concerns and made a promise with certainty.

“It’s definitely not a transaction.

My intuition, which had been beating wildly, didn't react to these words with any warning.

Jiang Bing swallowed and did not refuse again.

After all, people have said so, we can’t be shameless.

"Great, I'm glad we're on the same page."

Gaunt O'Dimm raised his glass and clinked it with the beer Jiang Bing had placed on the table to celebrate.

Jiang Bing was about to say that the wine in the cup had been finished, but he saw that the wooden cup had been filled with beer again without him noticing.

Such a small matter is naturally nothing to the other party.

"Is there anything you need my help with?"

The huge book was stuffed back into the void by the other party.

"Debt collection."

"Someone owes me a debt. When it's time to pay it back, your status makes you perfect for collecting the debt on my behalf."

Jiang Bing couldn't help but complain in his heart, 'How many bad debts do you have?'

"When you run a business for a long time, it's inevitable that some debts will be delayed."

Master Mirror answered the question in Jiang Bing's mind.

Jiang Bing, who already had experience, quickly calmed his mind.

"And what about the idea that everything you think about is known? Is this ability so common?"

Unexpectedly, Gaunt O'Dimm continued to answer Jiang Bing's questions.

"Don't overthink it, it's just mind reading."

He laughed twice and added.

"Try it. The beer here is very good. This is my deposit for you."

At this point, Master Mirror was no longer interested in talking. He stood up, opened the door, and simply left the tavern.

The female boss turned a blind eye to this, as if Master Mirror had never been there, and had no intention of collecting money for the drinks.

Jiang Bing was half-believing and half-doubting, so he picked up the beer on the table and took a big gulp.

Knowledge slides into the stomach along with the wine, then flows through blood vessels and nerves and into the brain.

Gaunt O'Dimm casually placed a package of information about the new language of this world in the cup.

These languages ​​include Common, Nilfgaardian, and Skellige. These three languages ​​are applicable to almost all of the northern kingdoms.

Covering his slightly hot and swollen head, Jiang Bing watched Gaunt O'Dimm walk away so quickly and swiftly, and couldn't help but complain in his heart: "You're leaving, but give me the information about the deadbeat."

But he was soon slapped in the face.

Jiang Bing was about to chase out to ask the other party if he really forgot to leave the deadbeat information, but he was stopped by the female boss and asked to pay for the glass of cherry beer.

"Okay, okay, you're waiting for me here, right?"

You know, in the Middle Ages when productivity was low, the price of a glass of wine was not cheap.

Although these foods and beers contain more or less chaotic magic power, they can be regarded as the poorest treasures in the micro-demon or dead demon planes.

But no money means no money. At Jiang Bing’s current level, he is not able to do such a hard job as pinching gold coins with his bare hands.

He had just arrived in this world and didn't have a single copper coin on him, let alone orens, florins, or crowns.

It was definitely useless to make excuses. When Jiang Bing's explanation failed and he was facing the other party's rolling eyes and cursing, he was about to go back to the dinner table to open the storage box he had been carrying with him and cut out a small piece of gold to pay off the debt, a rough voice sounded from behind him.

"I paid for the wine on behalf of this master."

The 'timely rain' who was speaking was a fat man with a strong body. He was wearing a stained overalls and his feet were covered with cow dung.

He is most likely a cowherd.

Cowherd, also known as cattle herder, cattle grazer, the handsome individuals in this group can also be called cowherd.

But the other party obviously did not meet the standards.

This medieval specialty cattle keeper had a square face as wide as a pottery plate. His nose could barely be called a nose, and his eyes could barely be called eyes.

The smile on his face was honest, and his eyes hidden behind thick eyelids were staring at Jiang Bing's clean and handsome face, as well as the half of the knife at his waist.

Showing courtesy for nothing is either cheating or stealing.

"Don't they say that demon hunters usually carry two swords?"

The cowherd muttered as he came towards Jiang Bing enthusiastically.

I have to say that anything produced by Mirror Master is a masterpiece. The common language that was previously unfamiliar to me now becomes as fluent as my mother tongue.

"Good day, Master Demon Hunter."

"You've got the wrong person. The two masters just left."

The other party's face was immediately filled with disappointment, but Jiang Bing continued to speak.

"A commission?"

Demon hunters do not just kill monsters. As long as the employer is willing to pay, finding people, delivering goods, and investigating the truth of the incident are also within their business scope.

"Yes, sir."

Jiang Bing became interested, mainly because what had just happened was full of the personal style of a glass seller.