Geralt is Werther's adopted son, and he is also a well-known figure among the nobles. He underwent the Trial of Green Grass and became a man with white hair. Apart from recognizing people by sword, almost no one would think it was him as long as he did not take the initiative to mention his name.
The weather got colder as the ship went north, and the sun was shining brightly in the sky over White Harbor in the north. By the time he got off the ship, Geralt had already put on a thick black fur coat over his mail armor.
"It's a nice weather!" Geralt's eyes turned into black lines, he tightened the straps of his backpack and jumped off the boat towards the main castle.
Magicians have various ways to keep out the cold, especially the destruction magicians who like to play with fire. They can stay shirtless in the ice and snow for a whole day. In order to show their identity and bring others closer, except for a few, they like to show off their clothes.
In addition to their muscles, mages still retain the habit of wearing thick clothes.
The wide streets, houses, city walls and castles paved with large cobblestones are also built of white stone. Except for the lack of green plants and red roofs, it is very similar to Tyrosh, which is also a port city.
Crunch, crunch, step on the snow for the first time in his life, Geralt wanted to jump into the snow on the roadside and have fun. There were people coming and going at the port, but after thinking about it, face was more important, so he only leaned over and grabbed a handful of snow.
Play with it in your hands.
"Southerners! Do you need to lead the way? I know the best taverns, the best inns, and the best women in the city!" A man also wearing a black coat walked to Jero from a small shop on the roadside.
Especially around.
"The place I want to go is the Mandalay family's castle. It's right there. No need to lead the way." Geralt politely refused.
"Don't refuse in a hurry! You have to rest after finishing your work. There is nothing in the castle that young people like." The man in black was still following him.
There are such guides everywhere near the port, and there are more in Tyrosh. Geralt is not surprised. As long as they express their attitude and ignore them, they will go away to find other customers after a while.
As the man in black kept telling interesting stories about White Harbor, Geralt listened carefully but pretended not to care.
It didn't take long for the two of them to reach the gate of the castle. As the men in black, they could not enter.
"After listening to so many of my stories, can you give me a drink?"
Geralt took out a silver deer from his pocket. It was the smallest denomination of currency he had. He could get drunk in an ordinary tavern.
"My lord, you are so kind! If you have any questions, you can come to me at the Lazy Eel Inn." The man in black saluted and left: "By the way, my name is Bronn."
Geralt observed the other person's features through the gap in the hood, including black hair, black eyes, messy stubble, lean cheeks and fierce eyes: "I remember, you are a mercenary?"
"Haha, I'm a mercenary leader, and I have a small team. I can do any job. I'll see you again, sir." Bronn just works alone, there is no team. He just wants to praise Haikou first, and wait until there is a mission.
Just give it to other mercenary groups and get some introduction fees yourself.
Geralt nodded. He would soon find Bronn, who was familiar with White Harbor.
He raised his hand and touched his chest. The pendant hidden under his clothes kept vibrating. He then looked at the towering mage tower not far away. There was a faint light on the detection array on the top, indicating that it was still working normally. The city's
Humans are not abnormal, so why do undead creatures react?
Is there something wrong with the Mandalay family?
Geralt's trip north this time was a personal trip, but some well-informed people in Tyrosh found him and asked him to help deliver some letters to relatives and friends in the north.
Geralt did not reveal his identity, but only showed the Tyroshi Navy ID card to the guard, and directly handed the letter in his backpack to the guard.
"The closer you are to the castle, the weaker the reaction, which means you are not inside the castle." Geralt took out the necklace from his clothes and hung it on his chest. It was a black Valyrian steel wolf head pendant, with two small inlaid in addition to the wolf eyes.
The ruby is exactly the same shape as his father Robb's pendant.
Geralt asked for directions in the city, went down a flight of stairs, and passed through a sheepskin warehouse before arriving at the door of the hotel.
There were no Mandalay family guards nearby, only a few fierce thugs guarding the door. Standing at the door, you could hear the noise of men and women inside.
"The Lazy Eel Inn turned out to be a place where smugglers came from." Geralt smiled. It was much easier to deal with these people than the nobles, as long as the fists were big enough.
After tipping the doorman according to the rules, Geralt was sent to the hotel.
The hotel converted from the cellar is very spacious, with a roof blackened by oil smoke, and the air is filled with the smell of smoke, rotten meat, inferior perfume and vomit. There are also many dark corners and stacked wine barrels around, forming some relatively private rooms.
In the space, many men and women were fighting fiercely.
When the door opened, a gust of cold wind blew into the tavern.
"Boy, close the door quickly."
"Do you know the rules here? You have to buy everyone here a drink without closing the door!"
"Southerners! Here!"
Hearing the familiar voice, Geralt raised his foot and kicked the door panel back and walked towards Bronn. The door panel turned back with just enough force to close it.
Bronn and two others sat on a broken wooden table, and there happened to be an empty seat. Geralt took off his hood, and the three of them saw Geralt's pure white hair and strange eyes.
"Are you a magician?" the big man sitting opposite Bronn asked.
"I am." Geralt tilted his back to one side and sat down.
"It seems that you are a noble. Valyrian steel swords and accessories. My name is Bronn. I wonder what your name is, young man?" Bronn is very knowledgeable about goods, and he became more formal when he saw the items on his body.
, the rich scapegoat is here.
"Geralt, Geralt of Tyrosh."
"It turns out it's you!" The three people at the table were all surprised.
Among the dragon knights of the Seven Kingdoms, even farmers can name their dragons. As Werther's adopted son, Geralt, although he does not have a dragon, is also an extremely powerful melee mage, and his name is still well-known to every household.
After killing a group of robbers who committed a bank robbery in Heshan City when he was 12 years old, Werther knighted Geralt and gave him a Valyrian steel sword, which he named the Siren.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" Bronn placed his sword on the table, rolled up his cuffs to his elbows, and showed the scars on his forearms to prove that he was a fierce man.
Geralt, who grew up under Oberon's tutelage, had never seen anyone before. He asked the bartender to serve four glasses of the best wine here. When the wine was placed on the table, he asked: "Is there anything extraordinary in White Harbor City?"
Something strange?"
"Something strange? Does fur count?" Bronn spoke carefully.
"You know I'm a magician, but I'm just curious about magic." After taking a sip of wine, Geralt's expression changed drastically. These low-quality wines were too unpleasant to drink, and he buried his head and prepared to spit it on the ground.
Bronn and the three took this opportunity to wink at each other.
"How's it going? Are there any of these places?" Geralt's enhanced senses knew that he was deliberately letting the three of them communicate with each other.
"Yes, there is, but the price is high and you need an introduction from an acquaintance to get in." Bronn said very awkwardly.
Geralt took out a golden dragon from his pocket and placed it in front of Bronn. He already knew that Bronn had the final say among the three.
"A gold dragon can only buy news." Bronn put the gold dragon into his clothes.
Geralt: "You are so evil!"
"No, no, no, you misunderstood. It's because I can't afford to offend those people, so the price is high." Bronn took a sip of wine to moisten his throat, leaned over Geralt and lowered his voice:
"I know a place where you can buy your magician's favorite alchemy material: vampire ashes! If the demand is high, you can order in advance, and you can buy as much as you want!"
Geralt noticed that after the long-haired man sitting opposite heard the word vampire, he began to tighten his hands on the wine glass.
Geralt ""Really? Vampires have been extinct in the mainland for many years. The inventory of vampires has become increasingly scarce. The powerful healing potions and magic rejuvenation potions made from them have been sold at sky-high prices. How can they be easily sold there?
purchase?"
Bolong pointed to the roof: "I swear to the golden dragon that what I said is absolutely true. In that place, you can even spend the night with the charming female vampire!"
Geralt looked at him sideways: "Have you tried it?"
"Poor mercenaries like us can't afford the money. It's all the nobles and magicians who spend it. But I once got a job to protect a magician, and I was lucky enough to go in there once. Those female vampires are better than us men.
They are all tall, have a curvy figure, and are extremely beautiful. One person fought with a group of people for three days and three nights without rest." Bronn looked nostalgic.
Geralt pretended to be interested: "Aren't they afraid of vampire bites?"
"What are you afraid of! Every female vampire wears a silver collar around her neck, hands and feet. I heard that there are barbs inside, which will pierce into the body if they dare to transform. There are also clothes specially designed for them, those transparent tulle
Hanging it on the collar is really tempting." Bronn became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke.
Hearing this, Geralt also understood that someone was breeding vampires for profit!
Geralt has never experienced a vampire war, and his view of vampires cannot be called hatred, and he even thinks they are a bit pitiful.
There is a vampire in Tyroshi Magic School who only has his body left, and he produces a fixed amount of blood every day. There is also a beautiful red-haired female vampire living under the castle. Geralt also pursued her, and was later told that she was
His uncle Jon's wife.
Jon and Jegoheart can only be together for one week every year. This is also the day when the female vampire can leave the castle and wander around the city.
Now Geralt understands that it is not only his uncle Jon and himself who are good female vampires, but also powerful men on the continent.
Geralt: "Take me there."
"Haha." Bronn didn't answer but just smiled.
Geralt understood that there were cellars everywhere in White Harbor, and perhaps there were secret passages extending in all directions underground. It would be impossible to find the entrance without someone leading the way. He took out a few more golden dragons and put them on the table, and Bronn nodded in agreement: "
Let’s make an agreement first, we are only responsible for taking you to the place, and we don’t care about other things.”
Geralt: "Okay. Now that you three are officially employed by me, what are your names?"
"Hound dog." The big man raised his head, and the left side of his face was a mess under his long hair. He never lied to others.
Since Joffrey betrayed humans and became a vampire, Sandor the Hound refused to join in and left alone, and he was completely disappointed when he thought about what Tywin had done. The battle in the Riverlands was still going on at the time, and Tywin might secretly reveal his secrets when he returned.
After executing himself, he moved north and became a mercenary in the White Harbor area of Cailin Bay.
"Sandor Clegane of the West?" Geralt thought of books introducing powerful knights in the Seven Kingdoms, including Sandor, who had been missing for many years.
Sandor nodded.
"What about you?" Geralt looked at the thin man next to Sandor.
"Jia Kun, an archer." After he finished speaking, he patted the bow and arrow placed next to the chair.
Jia Kun's eyes were very strange. Geralt stretched out his hand and cast a small detection magic. A circular magic circle appeared on the palm of his hand. When the hand came close to Jia Kun, a faint white light emitted from the center.
"You have magic qualifications, why don't you learn magic and become a mercenary? With the status of a magician, you can earn at least five times more mercenary money." Geralt did not have this person in his mind.
Jia Kun grinned: "Haha, I'm from Essos, and the magic school won't accept me."
He used to be a paid killer, and Werther was the assassination target who made him capsize in the gutter. Speaking of which, he was not an enemy. The House of Black and White had long since reconciled with Werther, and even opened a branch in Tyrosh.
But at that time, Werther's magic hurt Jia Kun's soul, and even paying a magician to teach him could not release any magic. If a person wants to survive, the psychological shadow and the damage to his soul make his hand tremble when he picks up a dagger and long sword, so he joins the Wang family
After joining the fleet, he switched to bow and arrow.
Hutu was secretly sent to Dorne to assassinate several nobles. He was almost silenced on the way back by boat. If he hadn't relied on his hard training in the early years to hide in the bilge of the ship, he would have died on the ship.
At sea, I didn't dare to go to the south. I was afraid of being killed in the central part, so I wandered all the way to the north.
Geralt: "Set a time and take me there as soon as possible."
"Tonight, the three of us will go change our clothes first." After Bronn said this, he asked Sandor and Jia Qian to leave.
"I'll wait for you at the door of the hotel." When he released the magic before, Geralt took the opportunity to stick a little alchemical medicine on the clothes of the three of them. He could sense the location of the three of them within a hundred meters. He was not afraid of the three of them.
Money doesn't do anything.
Without waiting too long, the three of them arrived as promised.
White Harbor City covers a very large area. Geralt and the four of them pretended to be ordinary pedestrians and walked around the city. When it got dark, they came to a place called the Fish King Square.
"There is a technical academy in this alley, but that is just a superficial disguise. The cellar under the kitchen is the entrance." Bronn indicated the direction with his eyes.
"I'm just going to go in and ask the vampire Ashin? Is there any secret code?" Geralt felt that things were not that simple.
Bronn pointed at the Valyrian steel sword behind Geralt: "Do you still need a code? Take out the hilt and take a look. They will know that you are a big customer."
"Then you go back to Lazy Eel and wait for me. Maybe I will find you again later." After Geralt said that, he walked into the alley alone.
Looking at Geralt's back, Sandor said: "In order to keep the secret, will those people kill him?"
Bronn pulled out three black hoods from his waist: "Follow me, I also know an entrance. As long as we take action inside, we will rush in and rescue Geralt. The grace of saving his life will be the reward we get by then.