The Creators: From Night City

Dandelion used the tables and chairs in the room to negotiate with the other party while trying to explain, "We both agreed to this. It was completely guided by our hearts. There was no coercion at all."

This explanation obviously backfired, and the other party was so anxious that he wanted to jump up and down.

Finally, the romantic poet was cornered.

He was still chattering in the final moments.

"Everyone, even if you want to take action, please answer my last question first."

He waved his hands, trying to force back the people who rolled up their sleeves.

"What? You want to beg for mercy now?" The victim grinned, his fists clenched so hard that they made a crackling sound.

"No, I just want to know who your wife is."

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

What is more infuriating than your wife being slept with by someone else is that your wife is just one of the men the adulterer has slept with, and the other party forgot about it as soon as he put on his pants.

What's the difference between this and letting someone stand up and pedal your newly bought bicycle and then throwing it away?

The honest man was extremely angry.

Furious, he reached out and grabbed a small stool beside him and swung it at Dandelion's head.

The small bench was made entirely of logs and weighed at least eight or nine kilograms. If it were to fall down, Dandelion would at least suffer a severe concussion.

"Snapped"

The troubadour opened his tightly closed eyes and found that he did not feel the pain he had expected, so he looked up.

The abuser's raised wrist was firmly grasped by a hand covered in red chain mail.

"Although I think you should beat him up, you can't use this thing. If someone dies, I won't be able to explain to Geralt."

The small stool was easily snatched away and thrown aside.

The younger brother on the side pointed and said, "You are that idiot who eats too much carrot and farts all the time. Are you tired of living?"

Okay, okay, Jiang Bing, who was still trying to stop the fight, pouted.

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The Cuckold King was the first to be dragged by the arms and swung around, and a pair of hairy thighs slapped the rude brother in the face. The two of them fell to the ground at the same time, and the pain was like two living maggots left in the sun, crawling back and forth on the ground.

The others had just curled up their arms, pretending to have a real man boxing match, when Jiang Bing gave them a big fight and performed a difficult gymnastics move of a 1800-degree horizontal rotation in the air.

Instead of playing boxing with Jiang Bing, it would be better to fight with the troll and die quickly.

Chapter 149 Eternal Fire and Burning at the Stake

The crisis was resolved, and Jiang Bing went back to continue enjoying his Northeastern hotpot. However, Dandelion skillfully threw the corpses lying on the floor out of the store. Before that, he was touching them all over with very skillful movements, and his little hands were very dishonest.

A stack of crowns was placed in front of Jiang Bing by the other party.

"They're all a bunch of poor bastards. The five of them together don't have more than 30 kronor."

Dandelion complained as he sat down opposite Jiang Bing.

Looking at the coins on the table, Jiang Bing was stunned.

Oh my god, I'm being taken advantage of.

However, it must be said that as White Wolf's best friend, the wandering poet, who is also famous in the northern countries for his romantic nature, is a very good person - except when he is horny.

"Your Excellency is Geralt's friend." Dandelion pulled out a bottle of Jixta dry white wine from a wooden square storage basket nearby and poured a glass for each of them.

Jiang Bing picked up the wine glass, sniffed it, and nodded slightly.

The food in this world is disappointing, but the wine is generally good.

"Yes, a life-long friendship."

The lives of Nilfgaard soldiers are also lives.

Hearing Jiang Bing say this, the other party was obviously very happy, and his words were quite enthusiastic. "I am Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount de Rettenhape. It is a pleasure to meet you, Your Excellency. You can also call me Asker or Dandelion."

People of some status in this world all have very long names, and when they are formally introduced, it sounds like they are reciting a monologue.

The main reason is that the full names of these famous figures not only include their titles, surnames, hometowns/permanent residences/fiefdoms, but also some titles related to themselves that have a wide influence.

For example, Geralt the White Wolf can be called White Wolf, Butcher of Blaviken, Gwent Master, Film Hunter, and Geralt of Rivia.

But Jiang Bing had not yet made any achievements in this world, so he could only simply respond to the other party, "Sabul"

Of course, after the White Orchard incident came to light and Jiang Bing, the culprit, was dubbed the "Thunder Rider", he couldn't say it as smoothly as Dandelion.

It's so shameful. Boss Jiang is so thin-skinned.

"Is Geralt okay?"

"Yennefer, who followed him, went to see the Emperor of Nilfgaard."

The bard's expression was slightly strained. "Emhyr var Emreis, the white flame dancing on the enemy's grave, is not one to be trifled with."

"You have to trust Geralt." Jiang Bing comforted him as he put the last spoonful of stew into his mouth.

"Too."

"Since you are Geralt's friend, you are also my Dandelion's friend. If you don't mind, you can stay here."

Jiang Bing had checked into this hotel while looking for a place to stay, so naturally he wouldn't refuse.

But brothers should be clear about accounts. He pushed a few dozen crowns on the table in front of Dandelion and asked, "Do you know where to exchange money in the city?"

"Of course, this city has a mint and eight banks, and the crowns produced are circulated throughout the northern kingdoms."

Dandelion returned the money and continued.

"I know Vimi Vivaldi, the banker at the Novigrad branch of the Vivaldi Bank. His bank is considered the largest and most prestigious in the city."

Jiang Bing drank the last of the wine in the glass, pushed the coins back, and patted the pile of coins, indicating that the other party must accept them.

The troubadour seemed to be in dire need of money, so he did not refuse this time and happily collected the crowns.

"Of course, if you trust me, I still suggest we go to Maria Bank. The president's wife and I have a little acquaintance."

The bard scratched his head uncomfortably, but still expressed his opinion.

Jiang Bing naturally follows good advice.

The two passed through the "Biz District" where the population and houses were equally dense, and arrived at the Bishop's Square.

In the "Master Square", a large number of small vendors and business operators were crowded together in a disorderly manner, and together with the equally complicated and crowded customers, they formed a market that was considered to be very large and prosperous at that historical point in time.

This bustling market is filled with merchants, artisans, beggars, and vendors of fruits and vegetables. Thieves, missionaries, guards, and the rare nobleman also gather here.

"Civilized people can breathe freely here!" Dandelion turned around and boasted loudly to Jiang Bing, then he was coughing non-stop due to the strong stench.

Obviously, this place is not that civilized yet.

Jiang Bing, who came from the future, did not feel that this city with a population of at most 50,000 to 60,000 was prosperous or civilized.

Especially when the two men passed the stake in the center of the square.

A missionary wearing a white and red robe of the Eternal Flame was loudly preaching the doctrine to the residents around the stake, while a charred female corpse was tied to the stake behind him.

This is the result of the recent 'witch hunt' movement.

"The flames ignite the darkness. The evil hidden in the shadows is revealed in the light of the flames and instantly burns to death. Anyone who hides lost property or obscene works in the darkness must be naked before the flames.

Brothers and sisters, let us pray together. The flame protects the world and burns away the filth. The flame protects the world and warms the road. The flame exposes evil and makes it disappear.

Faced with this scene and Jiang Bing's teasing smile, Dandelion could only give in and keep moving forward.

Once again, reason succumbs to ignorance.

The two of them passed through a towering circular archway and, under the watchful eyes of two Eternal Flame Guards, stepped into the wealthy area of ​​Novigrad - the "Gildorf District".

As a gathering place for wealth, banks are naturally set up in places where the most wealth is held.

The wandering poet led the way and did not forget to introduce the surrounding customs and history to Jiang Bing, his new friend.

It has to be said that there is a reason why his reputation is so famous among the nations. The brick and stone buildings that seemed shabby and shabby to Jiang Bing, after coming out of his mouth, immediately became luxurious and elegant, full of historical atmosphere and humanistic style.

"Our target this time, Maria Bank, is the largest local bank in Novigrad. Unlike the banks run by the dwarves, it was originally founded by the descendants of Maria of Temeria, wife of Dambo the Black. It has a history of a hundred years. You don't have to worry about not being able to cash out your money here."

Dandelion suddenly waved to Jiang Bing, indicating that he should look at a three-story building decorated with colorful flowers in the front left.

He took the initiative to close the distance between the two of them, and then said to Jiang Bing mysteriously: "See, that big house over there is the famous Passiflora Club, a paradise for men, and the most upscale brothel in Novigrad."

Dandelion, the licentious poet, lowered his voice, his face full of mystery. "Forty crowns, it's a high price, but I guarantee it's worth it, even more than Cripple Kate and Beauclair's Belle House."

Looking at the guide's beaming face as he spoke of this, Jiang Bing thought to himself, "No wonder you and Geralt are so close. It's true that if you're not from the same family, you're not going to marry."

What does Chapter 150 mean?

Amid the troubadour's witty remarks, the two walked all the way to the door of Maria Bank, and Jiang Bing didn't feel bored at all.

As soon as the two entered the door, Jiang Bing keenly noticed that the concentration of chaotic magic power inside the bank had dropped sharply.

It's highly likely that the bank has invested heavily in security to prevent theft (mainly magical theft), and a considerable amount of magic-blocking metal should be mixed into the building's mezzanine.

This anti-magic metal is mainly produced in Koville and Povis. It can inhibit the conversion of magical energy. The affected target is basically unable to use any magic. Therefore, this metal is made into shackles and widely used in the "witch hunt movement".

However, there are also historical records of some extremely powerful sorcerers who ignored this thing.

However, it is undoubtedly very effective in preventing some strange magical means when used in banks.

Only banks and royal aristocrats can afford it. This thing is really worth a lot of money.

The troubadour was obviously very familiar with the layout of the place. He walked up to the staff at the counter and whispered a few words to them. The staff then turned doubtfully into the bank. Not long after, a pretty lady in a blue satin cotardi dress pushed open the door of the reception room and met the two of them.

The drapes on her arms rose and fell with her heavy breathing, along with her full breasts, which was very eye-catching.

"Dandelion, my little pigeon, it's been a long time since we last met."

Dandelion bowed gracefully. "Tollysera, the blazing sun at noon, the rose after the rain, my beloved, it has been a long time since we last met. You are even more beautiful than ever."

The president's wife grabbed the bard and pulled him into the reception room.

"Little pigeon, did you come here just to see me?"

Dandelion lied without blinking. "Of course, my beautiful lady. Besides you, what else is there here for a poor bard like me to cherish? That heavy, cold yellow scrap metal? Of course not."

Unable to bear the two people's disgusting entanglement, Jiang Bing pulled out a storage bag made of metal wire from behind his back, and shook it out, making a metal collision sound, reminding the other party not to forget the important matter.

"This is my friend, Sabul."

Dandelion quickly introduced himself to the other party.

The president's wife looked at Jiang Bing with her beautiful eyes painted with indigo eyeshadow. She thought he would be a mercenary who was good at fighting and killing, but she saw an exotic and handsome man with heroic spirit, handsome face, and bright eyes. As her eyes moved, they couldn't help but become a little hot.

"He came here with me and wanted to exchange some currency."

The president's wife licked her lips and said, "No problem, I'll let Harvey take care of it later. I just bought a Marleur rocking chair, it's very beautiful in shape. Would you like to come up and admire it with me?"

you?!

Jiang Bing looked at the president's wife, who pursed her lips, obviously knowing that Jiang Bing understood what she meant. So he turned his gaze to Dandelion, who obviously understood what he meant. The poet did not say anything, but just smiled. Jiang Bing immediately understood what she meant, but wanted to ask her what she meant. However, he could only frown and express his meaning. The president's wife was not embarrassed at all, and smacked her lips, feeling a little disappointed, but still gently pulled Dandelion's sleeve, ready to go upstairs to express her simple gratitude.

Jiang Bing: Interesting~

Don’t think that only modern people have these fancy tricks. The only difference between modern times and ancient times is that productivity is more developed. When it comes to this aspect, the ancients were not bad at all.

Not long after the infatuated couple came up, Harvey pushed the door open and entered the reception room.

He was quite old, kept his head down and focused on his work, listening to what he should listen to, watching what he should watch, not listening to what he shouldn't listen to, and not asking what he shouldn't ask.

As a senior manager of Maria Bank, he is naturally very proficient in business.

"Hello sir, do you need to exchange different types of currency or exchange magic notes for cash?"

As he spoke, he handed Jiang Bing a table showing the real-time exchange rates of different currencies.

One crown to nine orens

Three crowns to one florin

…………

It's only been a few days and Oren's value has dropped again.

Jiang Bing took a look at it, then threw the form aside and asked, "What about the precious metal exchange?"