Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1011 993. Beggar Eyeliner

Originally, this group of gangsters with cheap tattoos on their chests had bad intentions, but their "bad intentions" did not go so far as to cause death.

Novigrad is very prosperous and is the largest city in the entire north.

But precisely because of the large population and complex mix of forces here, corpse collectors can haul a cart full of corpses to dispose of them every day, and then receive Novigrad's municipal subsidy to make a living.

Murder, accidents, hunger, injuries, and monsters hidden in the city can all kill people.

But the gangsters are not ready to beat strangers to death for just a few harsh words.

The most important thing is money. If you can get money, why bother fighting so hard?

But when Lan En pointed out certain things with a tentative tone, the eyes of this group of gangsters suddenly took on the ferocity of someone preparing to kill.

There is no physical separation between this rich area and the area where the poor live, so when Lan En and Triss came over, they could actually see a few beggars on the street corner.

No different than any beggar in Novigrad.

His eyes were sickly yellow, bloodshot, and in a daze.

The dirt and black crust on the body was so thick that even the mouthparts of mosquitoes could not penetrate it. The harsh life left their bodies covered with scars and sores.

Those who had problems with their legs and feet also made themselves a pallet out of broken wooden boards and wooden wheels. Their disabled legs were entangled on it, and they used both hands to push the ground to move.

No one pays particular attention to the beggars that are everywhere in Novigrad.

But when Lan En passed them, the witcher's senses inevitably picked up the sour smell on their bodies.

And he also smelled the same smell on the gangsters who broke in.

The smell is very slight and should stick to it after a short period of contact.

"Now you want to kill us. Hmm, that's funny."

Lan En took back his feet on the first floor of the stairs and turned around to face the gangsters head-on.

It's not surprising that these gangsters dared to attack him.

After all, people will always have baseless confidence in their own numerical superiority unless they have seen what a true strongman looks like.

There were also some gangsters who blocked the road and robbed heavily armed demon hunters without even having enough to eat.

On the contrary, this group of gangsters only regarded Lan En as a 'silly guy in a cloak', which made the witcher feel a little happy.

Finally he met someone who didn't recognize him.

The leading gangster's face turned ugly at this time.

"You, you think it's funny? But I, I think it's really bad luck!"

"It was originally a matter of grabbing some money, but now I have to let this bloody place see blood! I have to clean it up myself!"

"Do you know how difficult it is to wash blood, minced meat, and fat? You are such a bitch! Bah!"

After cursing the increased workload with an ugly look on his face, the leading gangster waved his hand, and the younger brother following him squeezed past him.

Pulling things from their respective belts.

There is a short stick covered with iron, a hand axe, a Weren long sword, and Novigrad, which is popular among gang thugs. In order to facilitate carrying and hiding, the Novigrad is a little shorter than the normal half-hand sword. Vigory's sword.

Highlight it: it is cheap, durable, and you won’t feel bad if it wears out.

Typical gangster weapon.

Four or five people squeezed in regardless, and the cabinets, small round tables, and chairs in the room were all pushed over and crooked in the process, making a series of messy wood collision sounds and sharp table corner friction sounds.

There was also the crisp sound of wine bottles and fruit plates being thrown to the ground.

Lan En was standing at the top of the stairs. Before he could move, a feeling of the air being distorted came from beside him.

Triss's hands shone with the glow of chaotic magic.

A small orange-red magic current dragged out a trail from her hand.

The gangsters stumbled involuntarily at first, and their original fierce momentum suddenly stopped.

But now, the advantages of being a gangster in a big city are revealed.

There is never a shortage of spellcasters in Novigrad. No matter how high the level of these spellcasters is, there are a lot of them anyway.

Some of them open magic supplies shops, some treat people with acne and diarrhea, and some use crystal balls as if they can really see into the future.

For those who are not familiar with it, there is no difference between sound and light special effects.

The more I see, the less afraid I become.

This is the advantage of the Novigrad gang: when they attack mages, they have no psychological burden.

They all come to the city just for money, so who is afraid of whom?

"Knock that witch to death first!"

"Don't let her chant the spell!"

"Fuck you witch bitch!"

A group of people were chattering. These gangsters knew the principles of magic better than the ill-informed nobles in the northern countries.

They know that the turtle-shaped stone cannot invalidate the spell, and they also know that distracting the mage is the way to win.

But there is no doubt that these people have never seen a mage of Triss's level in their lives.

The burgundy-haired witch had a mischievous and malicious smile on her lips.

Her originally open palms began to be closed with a virtual clasp.

The magic glow that originally bloomed on the palm shrank by a large circle, but at the same time, it began to glow between the legs of the gangsters who rushed over.

"Uhhh!!!"*N

The short but violent scream only lasted for a moment.

Because the pain from the vital position was too sudden and intense, they were deprived of the ability to even scream.

His eyes were so wide that they seemed to pop out of their sockets, and the muscles in his neck were tense and the blood vessels were bulging.

The face looked like a cooked prawn, turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The thing in their hands fell to the wooden floor with a clatter in an uncontrollable twitch.

In the end, each person could only maintain one position while sucking in the air-conditioning: the body was curled up on the ground, with his hands clamped around his lifeblood, and then he was trembling in pain.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Lan En couldn't help but smack his mouth when he saw it.

"I"

One or two steps behind the younger brothers, the gangster leader who had not yet rushed over had just pulled out the iron-clad short stick from his waist.

He also raised it over his head, ready to rush over and smash it down.

But in the blink of an eye, there was no one of his own standing in front of him.

At this time, anyone who is not a fool should know that he has hit a brick wall no matter what.

His forward steps had not yet started, and there was not even a slight hesitation. His center of gravity immediately tilted behind him, and his steps were about to follow the center of gravity.

The wisdom of a gangster leader who works in the underworld in Novigrad is fully revealed.

But there are always limits to the wisdom of little people, especially in the face of forces that exceed the limits.

His escape movements were very skillful and decisive, but the moment after he activated his body.

He felt a burst of air rolled up by the object's extreme speed.

A large black shadow occupied the corner of his vision.

It was a tall, despairing figure.

"Bang!"

The gangster leader didn't even have time to react. After a loud impact, the side of his face was pressed against the wall of Dudu's house.

The huge palm covered his entire face and crushed him from the side, causing his face to be deformed and twisted when it was pressed against the wall. His skin was just a hair away from being rubbed out by the rough wall, and blood-red muscles appeared.

Just a little bit. A little bit deliberately controlled.

The threatening feeling of the skull being pressed back and forth in someone else's hands, jumping back and forth on the verge of being crushed, immediately scared the gangster leader to pieces.

"Ah! Ah!!"

he yelled, yelling uncontrollably. Psychological fear has taken over physical behavior.

Lan En grasped this point very well.

When the person in his hand was tired and gasping for air, the pressure on his hand eased a little.

It's actually quite difficult to control this hand without crushing the skull.

"You said Dudu owes you money, so you are the one who got stuck with Dudu's goods, right?"

Lan En said calmly under his hood.

At this time, the gangster leader has fully understood that under the hood is not a deformed or stupid person, but an efficient warrior and a calm killer.

So he gasped and groaned with his hoarse throat, indicating that Lan En's statement was correct.

But Lan En wasn't done yet.

Apart from the obvious fact, he also had some interest in these gangsters.

"You suddenly decided to kill people after I told you about your relationship with the beggar on the street corner. Before that, you didn't want the matter to get to the point of bloodshed."

Lan En asked further with interest.

"Is this your unique trade secret?"

People who work in the underworld sound ruthless and sinister, but anyone with a brain who has been in the underworld for a few days should know this.

To be successful in this industry, being ruthless is just the basic requirement. If you really want to be successful and successful, you must have brains and power.

Therefore, knowing how to act appropriately and being able to look at your eyes are sometimes more useful underworld skills than fighting and cruelty.

When do you need to kill people, when do you just need to see blood, and when do you just need to say harsh words.

If you don't even understand the sense of proportion in these things, you will spend your whole life carrying a razor blade, whizzing around on the street, and eating for free in dumpling shops on the street.

And there is no doubt that the person who was sent to collect the debts by their boss is still collecting the debts of a successful businessman like Dudu.

This kind of fat advantage cannot fall into the hands of mediocre people.

So even though this gangster looks like a fish thrown ashore in Lan En's hands, and he still stutters when he speaks, he is definitely not stupid.

Lan En's words made him have to silence him here, so they had to kill people.

"Triss." Lan En turned around and asked, "Have you ever seen this kind of gang? Organizing beggars as sources of intelligence to cooperate with thugs?"

Vizima's royal advisor has stopped his bad jokes at this time, but any man who has been injured in his life knows that the incapacitation caused by this kind of pain will not be relieved for at least half a day, and there is still no real damage left. Down.

Therefore, although the group of people on the ground were no longer tortured by magic, they were still lying with their eyes blank, as if they were demented.

"No, I haven't seen it."

The red-haired witch also acted a little surprised at this time.

"I have never heard of gangsters recruiting beggars as spies."