Journey to Infinity from the Witcher

Inside the Midnight Tavern.

A corner of a noisy and crowded hall.

"Your Excellency, this is the best idea."

"I am the owner of this tavern. Can we talk after you finish eating?"

The tall middle-aged man smiled.

"certainly..."

Geralt nodded.

A dozen horses and several pieces of weapons and armor are no small business for a tavern.

At this time, there was definitely no decision to be made at the wine table. The middle-aged man briefly chatted with Geralt and left quickly.

Xina watched the tall man leave and asked, "Do you think you have reached an agreement?"

"Of course not, it's just that he wants to buy and we want to sell, it's just a simple matter of reaching an agreement."

Geralt shook his head and continued: "After eating, Gordon and I will go deal with those things. We will definitely go out in the evening. We may come back very late. How about you?"

"Should we stay in the pub and rest or go out for a walk?"

"Willens Town is quite good as the first town from the south to the north..."

When Geralt and Gordon go out at night, they naturally mean to deal with those anti-magic metal weapons and equipment, and everyone knows that.

"If I don't go out, I won't go out at night. I've been walking in the wild for so long, and I finally got to the town. I want to have a good sleep..."

When Geralt asked, Xina immediately shook her head like a rattle and said repeatedly. After thinking of something, she immediately asked: "By the way, how long will we rest here in Wellens?"

"How long will you rest..."

Upon hearing Xina's question, Geralt and Gordon immediately looked at Evonne.

In the great Dathrasl forest where the dryads were encountered before, which is now the polluted forest that has become the withered forest, the possible traces of the necromancer are too important.

Naturally, I have to ask Yevni, a senior member of the Sorceress Union, about taking a break and delaying my schedule.

Even Tesili looked at Yevni at this time. She was an intermediate member of the Sorcerer Alliance, and her strength was at the level of an intermediate female sorceress.

Although some of their tasks are different, Yevni can be regarded as Tesili's superior, and she can only listen to Yevni at this time.

"Then let's rest for three days. Starting tomorrow, we'll hit the road the day after tomorrow... We won't rest any more when we encounter towns in the middle, until we reach the city of Santa Fidels."

"How about it?"

Yevni pondered for a moment, then asked with a smile.

It's a very important matter, and she won't take it for granted that several people respect her.

"Three days...enough, enough, I thought it was only one day, hehe..."

As soon as Yevni opened her mouth, Xina immediately shouted happily like a worm.

"Three days...isn't it too long? After all, there is an urgent need to notify the northern kingdoms about the appearance of a necromancer...?"

Geralt asked hesitantly. Although he had been killing monsters and even killing people for a long time, he was a cold-blooded demon hunter without blinking an eye, but he was still very careful and cautious in such important matters.

"Yes, three days is a bit long..."

"I've seen the map. We will pass through many towns and villages on our way to St. Fidels City this time. We can take a rest then, but the matter of the necromancer is too important..."

Gordon also spoke at this time.

"It's okay. The time agreed upon by our Sorceress Alliance for this meeting is about a month away."

"It takes about twenty days to get to the city of Santa Fidels from here. Even if it is delayed for three days, it will be enough..."

Eveni said with a smile.

Seeing Yevni say this, a few people naturally wouldn't mind.

I have just experienced a long and difficult journey in the wilderness for two months, and I want to rest at this time.

"There are still three days left. I won't go out tonight. I also want to have a good sleep."

Tesili also smiled at this time.

"Same."

Seeing Gordon looking over, Yevni also nodded.

"That's up to you, Gordon and I will be back later..."

"Come, drink..."

Geralt nodded and asked no more questions.

This meal was eaten quickly.

After Gordon and Geralt finished eating, they left the table early. The three of them did not talk much and quickly returned to their respective rooms.

Gordon, Geralt and the other two got off the table and went straight to the bar of the tavern to find the middle-aged boss.

After a few simple inquiries and chats, the two of them brought the seized long sword, armor and crossbow from the room.

Then he followed the middle-aged boss to the horse stable outside the back of the tavern.

Of course, all fourteen horses cannot be sold. Three of them are Gordon Gerlotshina's horses. Naturally, they will not be sold. Two horses must be selected for Evnet Sili before the remaining horses can be sold.

Nine horses, plus a dozen long swords and daggers, mail armor, and crossbows, there are enough weapons and equipment to equip a whole squad of town guards.

In this era, weapons, equipment and horses are absolute hard currency.

This amount of transactions is enough for the middle-aged tavern owner to establish a friendship with Geralt Gordon.

After some introductions, Geralt Gordon learned that the middle-aged owner in front of him was called Pitman, and also learned from the other party that the history of this midnight tavern had been thirty years.

Soon, after a brief exchange of blows, Gordon unwrapped several packages containing long swords, weapons and armor.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

"Whoosh whoosh..."

The long sword has a beautiful blue steel color, the short sword is sharp, the mail is made of fine materials, and the crossbow is exquisitely forged...

Ordinary people can tell the quality of weapons and equipment by their appearance.

Pitman, the middle-aged owner who has taken over the tavern for more than ten years, has a sharp look and can tell at a glance that the equipment in front of him is extraordinary.

It's not because the equipment materials are well forged. He has seen no matter how good the equipment is.

But he saw that these equipments were almost the same style, which could not be forged by ordinary blacksmiths.

This is definitely standard equipment, which can only be forged by the town guards or other noble officials and equipped uniformly.

In other words, these equipments are probably the result of the two demon hunters in front of them killing an entire town guard, or a similar team, in order to collect so much equipment.

Moreover, these equipments still look very new, perhaps not long ago.

Of course, it's also possible that it was stolen.

"What are these?"

The middle-aged boss Pitman suddenly asked. He shouldn't have asked, it was a rule.

But these equipment are obviously extraordinary. What if they were intercepted from the Willens Town Guards?

He has to have an idea in mind.

"Don't worry, these are brought from the south."

Geralt saw the middle-aged boss's concerns and smiled.

"South...that's good!"

"It's okay, the quality of your equipment is very good, plus the nine horses..."

"I can give you this number in total..."

The tavern owner Pitman said and compared a number. Geralt pondered for a moment, did some simple calculations, and nodded: "Okay, a very fair price."

"Then it's a deal. Thank you both for coming to Midnight Time."

"I will give you a 10% discount on your midnight purchases, and I hope you two can come here often in the future..."

The middle-aged boss Pitman smiled and quickly calculated in his mind how much he could earn from this transaction.

In comparison, the 10% discount on the consumption of the five of them is nothing at all. Befriending these two ruthless people will bring you all the benefits without any harm.

"Then thank you boss..."

Geralt smiled and said, although he knew that the boss in front of him could make a lot of money by changing hands.

But one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. This is basically what everyone wants, and there is nothing to argue about.

After the three of them had a brief chat, Gordon and Geralt quickly returned to the room.

An hour later, Gordon and Geralt went out again.

On the second floor of the tavern, in a room facing the window, the middle-aged tavern owner Pitman stood in front of the tavern door and looked at the two figures with narrowed eyes and said: "I knew there was something wrong with the equipment of these two guys."

"But that doesn't matter..."