Unlike those taverns where mercenaries and smugglers gather at the entrance, which are full of fierce men, the waiters at the entrance of this shop are all well-dressed and polite. After Geralt showed the little magic of lighting fire with his palms, the waiter respectfully gave him
Welcomed in.
"Your distinguished guest, please come this way." Another group of waiters came to receive him at the door.
The outside of the tavern was similar to other buildings in White Harbor. It was all white and there was no difference. Inside, Geralt noticed that the floor was paved with precious stones, smooth and bright. The corridor was magnificent, and every wall was
The sculptures are all plated with gold, and the air is filled with the aroma of fine wine and delicious food.
What surprised Geralt was that the waiters who received him were also magicians! They all wore badges representing magicians issued by the kingdom on their chests.
"I wonder what your name is?" Geralt asked.
The waiter leaned over and raised his hand to signal Geralt to go inside: "Just call me waiter here."
"You are also a magician, why did you become a waiter here?" Geralt asked the waiter who received him.
The waiter answered while leading the way: "If a magician wants to eat, he must seek a consultant position with a noble lord. There are only so many lords in the whole continent. It is difficult for us magicians who have graduated later to find jobs."
"No need to store weapons outside?" Geralt asked, the two of them had just walked past the place where weapons were stored.
"Haha, does it make any difference whether we magicians have weapons or not?" The messenger took a glass of wine from a passing dining car and handed it to Geralt. At the same time, he flicked the metal wine glass with his finger, and the wine in the glass began to flow.
Steam comes out.
He is also a destruction magician! Geralt also found that although his movements were polite but unnatural, he should be a civilian mage who graduated from the academy.
Geralt smelled the wine in the glass and drank it in one sip regardless of whether it was poisonous or not: "The pear wine produced in Tyrosh is really strong!"
"Haha, I heard you speak with a Tyroshi accent, so I chose a glass of pear wine. It's free." The waiter was also cautiously testing the strange mage in front of him. He observed that Geralt's hair roots did not look dyed.
Yes, there is no known young magician with silver hair.
The two came to the hall to rest. The huge fireplace made the hall very warm. Luxurious red leather sofas were placed in an orderly manner. Nobles and mages were scattered here to rest and chat. From time to time, guests were led by waiters into three different small rooms.
Door.
"I wonder what kind of service your distinguished guest needs. I think you must have sensed that we have something special here." The waiter had a smile on his face that every man would understand. He did not ask Geralt's name.
"Haha." Geralt grabbed the wolf head necklace on his chest, injected magic power to disconnect the internal mechanism, and the necklace stopped shaking.
Bang! The messenger raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Another messenger came from the counter not far away and handed a beautiful album to Geralt.
Opening the album, each page contained a brief introduction and picture of a woman, and the pictures were vividly displayed. Geralt could tell at a glance that they were painted by Enheria, a famous Tyrosh painter.
Enheria only painted women without clothes, and he had reached the point where he could tell the real figure of a lady just by looking at her, no matter how thick the clothes she wore. He was a frequent guest at the banquets of Tyrosh's male nobles.
, and one of Geralt’s first mentors.
"This one is from Braavos, full of exotic charm!" The waiter made an appropriate introduction.
Geralt was not interested in these people and kept flipping through the album until the last part showed a beautiful woman with brown hair.
Geralt's eyes lit up. The profile of this woman stated that she was 1.9 meters tall, and the ethnicity column stated that she was a Vampire of Cold Harbor.
After flipping through a few more pages, all the subsequent introductions were female vampires. Geralt chose over and over again, and finally landed on the one on the first page.
The two waiters communicated softly for a while and then replied to Geralt: "Your guest is very lucky, Ms. Miranda happens to be free."
Geralt is not here to find a woman, he is here to investigate female vampires and the sale of Ashin. This involves someone behind the scenes who is transforming people into vampires in large numbers. The situation is serious!
The waiter took back the picture album, stood up and said, "Dear guest, let's spend the night with ten golden dragons!"
"Here!" Geralt, who was deep in thought, subconsciously took out the money from his pocket.
After all, he was a little boy who couldn't resist temptation. The waiter took the golden dragon, smiled slightly, and led Geralt into the small red door.
Inside the door is another large room, where several magicians who are stronger than the waiters rest. There is a wide stone step on the ground leading to the underground, and the steps spiral down to the second underground floor.
This place was not spooky, and like the hall above, it was full of luxurious decorations. Stepping on the thick carpet, the waiter led Geralt to a room with Miranda's name on it.
"Distinguished guests, please come in." The waiter opened the door.
As soon as Geralt stepped into the room, his keen sense of smell caught the scent of winter snow roses and the unique scent of the undead.
"The maid will bring breakfast tomorrow morning. I wish you a pleasant night." As soon as Geralt entered the room, the waiter immediately closed the door.
The waiter returned to the hall, and several other waiters immediately gathered around him: "Sir, is it really okay to take him directly to the vampire?"
The waiter lost his previous humility and straightened his back. It was obvious that his position here was relatively senior: "That greedy mercenary Bronn has sold his information to me, Geralt from Tyrosh.
"
"Ah! Master Werther's adopted son Geralt? If he brings out the news, wouldn't we be doomed?" Several waiters are also low-level magicians.
"As long as he gets through tonight, enjoying the beauty of the female vampire will make him want to leave." The waiter was very confident.
"What if it's him?" A waiter straightened a finger and then slowly bent it.
"Haha! How can we do a business like ours without a backend?" The waiter took out a pen and paper from the counter and began to write: "Take this letter and go to the Mermaid Tavern near the White Harbor Pier to find the boss and show him this mark."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After the waiter finished speaking, he took off the ruby inlaid on the ring, pressed it on the ink pad, and stamped a mark on the paper.
"I'll use the invisibility spell to go there and be back soon!" A waiter mage took the letter and walked out. At the same time, he was also observing the letter. This was the first time he saw this mark. The dagger was slightly bent upwards, and there was a mark in the middle of the guard.
The small bottle does not match any family emblem.
Only Geralt and the beautiful female vampire were left in the room.
The gauze curtain was pushed open by a hand from inside, and a woman who was dressed very seductively in Geralt's eyes slowly walked towards him. The dim light made the woman's body look even more psychedelic, but under the mutated Geralt's eyes,
Lotor's eyes were as bright as day.
The female vampire walked to Geralt with elegant steps: "Brother, please take off the sword first."
Geralt saw the vase on the table, and there was indeed a bouquet of winter snow roses. This is a flower that can be used to make alchemy materials. It is unique to the North. Many transplants have ended in failure. Now it is cold.
It's freezing, and the only place it can still grow is Winterfell, which is full of hot springs.
Geralt was extremely shocked: "Did grandpa Ed or father Robb also patronize Miranda?"
Geralt did not dare to look at the beautiful face of the female vampire at this time. He lowered his head and kept thinking silently: I am a righteous magician, and I will fight these monsters until death!
"My little brother is really interesting." The female vampire stretched out her hands to hold Geralt's face.
Looking at the woman who was a head taller than him and feeling her cold hands, Geralt got goosebumps all over his body.
Not far from Geralt's room in a straight line, Bronn, Sandor and Jia Qian walked through several sewers and came to a stone secret door.
Snow drifted in front of the three of them through the iron fence above their heads. There was no fire here and the temperature was very low.
"We will meet him here!" Bronn never wanted to give up Geralt, this big solid gold fish.
Sandor and Jia Kun crossed their arms, feeling a little cold.
About two hours later, Geralt was leaning on the head of the bed, with a white and slender arm wrapped around his waist.
Rubbing his hands on the woman's silver collar, Geralt asked: "Miranda, why do you want to take the initiative to transform into a vampire? You must know that this is a shady road of no return!"
The woman took a piece of her brown hair and drew it on Geralt's body. A soft and sad voice came out of her mouth and said:
"My father is a mason. He fell off while repairing the city wall. He can't move his lower body to this day. My mother also fell ill in order to support the family. I have three younger brothers and one younger sister. They are still young. As an older sister, I can't watch them.
They starved to death."
"What an unfortunate family." Geralt patted her smooth back: "Have you ever thought about saving enough money and going home?"
"Yes, but I don't know how long it will take to save enough. The boss here will take a large part of it." Miranda was very moved and tightly wrapped her hands around Geralt's waist.
With his arms full of beauties, Geralt was very happy: "Maybe I can help you."
Geralt raised his hand to his clothes that were thrown on the table, grabbed them with his fingers, and 10 golden dragons flew out of the money bag and landed in Geralt's palm.
Taking Mirada's hand, Geralt put the golden dragon into her hand: "Send the money to your family. Regarding your vampire identity, if you need help, you can contact me. My name is Geralt! Tai
Geralt of Losey!”
"You are so handsome! Have you rested enough?" Miranda rolled onto Geralt.
"How long do we have to wait?" There was already a pile of ice shards on the beard on Sandor's lips.
"Wait a moment, Geralt is a powerful magician. He must have found clues and is investigating!" Bronn couldn't hold his tongue straight as he spoke and kept trembling.
Jia Kun sat on the ground against the wall, with the snow already up to his knees.
The adopted son of the richest duke in the kingdom, Bronn didn't want to give up the opportunity to do his business: "This is big business!"
Late that night, Geralt pushed Mirada's hand away from his body, got up and started to get dressed.
"Are you leaving now, little brother?"
"I still have a mission of justice that I have not yet completed!" Geralt said with a sense of pride that he could keep her away from this pit of fire.
"Haha, righteous little brother!"
"By the way, how were you transformed into a vampire?" Geralt asked pretending to be casual.
"Transformation?" Miranda began to think about it.
"Ah" cried, Miranda shrank up in fear and buried her head in the pillow.
Over the years, Miranda has tried hard to forget this terrifying figure, but it still appears in her mind from time to time, and Miranda's body trembles involuntarily when it appears.
"What's wrong with you?" Geralt put on his armor.
"It's nothing. I don't know when I will see you again. Will you come to me again?" Miranda was curled up on the bed, like a kitten about to be abandoned.
Geralt, who was neatly dressed, tied two long swords behind his back, walked to the bed, and put his face in front of Miranda. His boy looked at Miranda and spoke with a slightly sad tone:
"I've been playing in public schools since I was a child, and I've never been successful in trying to persuade people to be good."
Miranda was shocked. It turned out that this magician was not the first brother who was tricked by the lake: "Then why do you still give me money?"
"Maybe it's because I can't feel your heartbeat. I can't tell whether you are lying, so I will decide that you are the first woman to listen to my advice." Geralt hugged Miranda and gently touched her forehead.
kiss.
"Try to live!" After leaving a sentence, Geralt held his head high and walked out of the room.
"My real name is Miranda, from the Dreadfort in the North!"
Geralt smiled when he heard the sound coming from the room and walked alone in the corridor: "But it seems that I didn't ask for any useful information!"
Touching the shriveled money bag at his waist, Geralt was mumbling. He found vases placed on both sides of the corridor. He looked around to see if there was no one there. After turning on the silent magic, he kicked one to pieces.
Move the flowers inside to another vase, put the broken porcelain pieces into the purse, and shake them gently twice. The sound they make is strange.
"As long as you don't say anything, no one will see through it." Geralt's wallet bulged again.
There is a female vampire in the red door, and a human in the yellow door, so the blue door is where all the vampires are bought and sold.
"How many goods are there recently?" There was no hustle and bustle in the hall late at night, and there were only a few non-magic servants keeping vigil. Geralt called one of the servants over and asked.
"I wonder what your distinguished guest is talking about?" The waiter was pretending to be stupid.
Geralt put his palm on the coffee table, and a small magic circle spread from his palm to the table: "You work here, you should know what magic circle this is."
The waiter nodded: "I know, the basic material purification magic circle in alchemy."
"I'm short of materials recently." Geralt mentioned the bulging money bag beside him.
"Please wait a moment." The waiter nodded, walked to the counter and pulled a rope inside.
Not long after, the blue door opened, and a sleepy-eyed magician came out and asked the waiter: "Who wants to buy something without sleeping at this late night?"
The waiter pointed to the hall. The magician turned around and saw that it was the white-haired Geralt. He began to panic: "Your Excellency, the magician, all the materials are sold out today. Please come back tomorrow."
Geralt stood up and walked to him, put his hand on his shoulder and said with a smile: "No, I want a variety of materials, you have them here."
As soon as he finished speaking, the strong Geralt supported him and walked towards the blue door.
The magician's lowered hand kept waving quietly to the waiter. The waiter knew what he meant. After the blue door closed, he left and ran out of the hall to send a distress signal to other magicians.