Journey to Infinity from the Witcher

Chapter 106 Disposal of stolen goods 【Seeking monthly ticket】

"call..."

"It's finally here!"

Gordon sat on the horse, looked at the city in front of him and said, long white breath coming out of his mouth.

Winter in the north is much colder than in the south.

"Yeah, it's finally here."

"When I got to the city, the first thing I did was to take a good shower. I felt so uncomfortable..."

Xina also spoke.

Unlike Gordon and teacher Geralt, men may not be worth talking about for a long time.

But women can't.

Xina is not just two sorceresses, Yevney and Tesili, who can find ways to use magic to keep their bodies clean.

Xina doesn't have that ability.

What's more, as a demon hunter, during this period of time, Sheena, like Teacher Gordon, has almost always rushed to the front line to fight.

The stinky blood stains on the body are unavoidable.

"Let's go, it's getting dark."

"When we get to Wellens, Xina, you can take a bath for as long as you want..."

Geralt smiled.

A group of people and a dozen horses continued on the road.

At this time, the sky was gloomy, and the surrounding wilderness was an endless world of white snow.

The wilderness trail is covered with snow, but the depth of the snow is not too deep, only about half a meter.

The group of people was quite fast.

More than half an hour later, snowflakes began to fall in the gloomy sky.

The gate of Wellens Town is finally in sight.

Before the sky became completely dark, the group finally arrived at the gate of Wellens Town.

However, the size of the team of five people and fourteen horses was not small, and with the armor and weapons wrapped on the horses' backs, the town guards guarding the gate obviously knew that something was going on here.

The town guards are relatively well-informed. Although they are not as discriminatory and hateful to demon hunters as ordinary people, they are not afraid of demon hunters either.

But such a team, even if it is a demon hunter, will definitely not let it go without giving some benefits.

Geralt negotiated with the town guards guarding the city for a long time, and then gave a heavy money bag to the town guard captain.

Only then was the group able to enter Wellens Town with all their belongings.

"The crows in the world are as black as each other. It seems there is no difference between the south and the north."

Gordon followed Geralt and witnessed all the benefits Geralt had given him. He couldn't help but speak as he stepped into the city.

"This is nothing. A caravan of the same size has to pay more than us."

"If ordinary people dare to bring so many horses into the city, the amount of money they should pay will be even more."

"We only turned those over because of our status, as well as the status of Yevni and Tesili."

"Those people have very poisonous eyes..."

"Furthermore, you will find that the people in the north are much friendlier to us than those in the south. You will know soon."

"At least on this point, the north and the south are still very different."

Geralt smiled carelessly and stood on the street on horseback, looking around.

"Let's go. I'm quite familiar with Wellens Town. I'll find a place to stay first and then get rid of these horses and equipment and weapons."

Geralt said as he pulled the reins in his hands, dismounted his horse and immediately walked towards the street on the right.

Half an hour later.

A group of people stood in front of a pub called "Midnight Time".

There are transparent glass windows facing the street, bright corner lights, exquisite advertising signs, and a large and clean horse fence on the other side.

You can roughly judge the quality of a pub simply by looking at its exterior decoration.

Gordon has been in this world for a while, and he has stayed in many taverns along the way with Geralt, so he has gained some experience.

Thanks to Geralt's introduction, Gordon can now roughly judge the level of the tavern simply by looking at the tavern's decoration style.

Although this ability can only be displayed in large towns, it is of little use.

The tavern's horse attendant soon came out, and the fourteen horses were taken away and settled.

However, the package of more than a dozen weapons, mail and equipment was unloaded by Geralt Gordon.

Looking at the dozens of horses being led away by the tavern attendants, Geralt smiled and said: "Perhaps we won't need to take action, and a buyer will come to us soon."

"That's best, to save you trouble."

"What about these?"

Gordon naturally understood what Geralt meant, and he pointed to the package containing weapons and equipment on the ground and asked.

"I'm not sure about this, but let's wait until someone comes to tell us."

Geralt muttered.

These are the equipment of witch hunters. They include not only ordinary mail swords and crossbows.

There are also arrows forged from anti-magic metal, anti-magic metal bombs and other equipment specially designed to deal with sorceresses.

Ordinary armor and long swords can naturally be sold to taverns or ordinary blacksmiths.

But weapons and equipment made of anti-magic metal materials cannot be used.

This material is precious and cannot be sold to ordinary taverns and blacksmith shops for a high price, and people may not know the goods well.

Only by selling to those wizards can the real price be achieved.

Geralt was also referring to these ordinary weapons and equipment, not anti-metal magic equipment.

According to some people, among the five, Yevney and Tesili are sorceresses, and these equipment should not be sold, but destroyed directly.

But the reality is that witchers have never been rich, even if they made a small fortune from Gordon's duel in Forovdo.

Gordon and Geralt Sheena are still three poor people.

How could the three of them give up such an opportunity to make a lot of money.

What's more, Yevney and Tesili don't think selling these equipment can change anything.

"That's all."

Gordon nodded, of course he understood.

"Click..."

The thick tavern door was pushed open at midnight, and a warm and noisy atmosphere with a strong smell of alcohol hit us.

Gordon couldn't help but be in a trance. The last time he entered the tavern was almost two months ago in Kara Village. At that time, he was attacked by a witch hunter at night.

Two months have flown by now.

Five people wearing long black robes, especially the tall figures of the first two men, walked into the tavern.

Such obvious characteristics of a witcher.

The unpleasant situation that Gordon expected did not happen.

Except for some people who looked at Yevni and Tesili with shock and greed in their eyes, most people didn't care at all about the appearance of the five people.

This surprised Gordon.

At this time, Gordon suddenly remembered what Geralt had said before when he entered the city, that the attitude of northerners towards witchers was more friendly than that of southerners.

Now it seems to be true.

"how?"

"Do you feel different?"

Geralt noticed something strange about Gordon, reached out and patted Gordon on the shoulder and smiled.

"It's really different."

Gordon nodded.

"Let's go, you will feel more different in the future!"

Geralt said, and the two of them walked towards the bar of the tavern.

Soon, the room was opened.

Three rooms for five people.

At Geralt Gordon's request, large bathtubs filled with hot water were placed in the three rooms.

Hina finished with a good bath.