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Geralt was absent-mindedly responding to Tavia's words, he was capable of doing it, and that paralyzed face could, in most cases, avoid all interpersonal problems.

you have no money? I don't care, I'm a witcher and I'll kill your whole family without money.

This set of words is always useful. Those who really have no money, Geralt will not take half of them from them. And right now, he was using this face to deal with a woman, a poor woman who was fortunate enough to get back on the right track.

Her funder was a thug who had been severely injured by him thirty years ago.

He didn't die? Unbelievable, thirty years... According to my memory, the underground forces in the city of Novigrad will be reshuffled every five years. How can he still stand up to this day?

"Can you believe it? Geralt, he gave me all the money. At first, I thought he just wanted a long-term relationship with me, but he didn't touch me. He even pushed me like a gentleman. Open, what else do you say, this is a waste and blasphemy of your singing talent..."

Tavia's smile grew bitter. "The problem is, Geralt. In the twenty-three years of my life before I met him, no one ever told me that you can sing. I'm just a high-end prostitute. "

It may not be a good idea to talk about this kind of topic on the street. There are already many people staring at them with strange eyes.

Geralt stepped forward and put his arms around her shoulders. The Axifa seal was driven in an instant, which stabilized her emotions. Then the witcher told her--"You should go home, Tavia. You have vocal lessons tomorrow, don't you?"

"Yes, yes..." said the poor girl absentmindedly. "I was going to go home and only came to say hello when I saw you...you're the only one of them who won't scold me or hit me, thank you, Geralt."

The witcher was silent for a long time watching her leave, even so long that He Shenyan put away his gem.

"Finished?" he asked.

"It's over." He nodded.

"Then it's time to get down to business, Geralt. There's someone in the city looking for you."

"Find me?"

"yes."

The mage nodded: "Looking for you.

"

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"Your name is?"

"Francis Behring. You can call me Behring, sir."

Jack looked at the man who was chosen by Walpole to be the unlucky one, and threw another purse to him: "This is another part of the agreed money. In addition..."

He hesitated for a while, but still said the painting: "I'm talking too much, but you'd better get out of here with this money."

Beilein's eyes flashed with surprise, and to Jack's surprise, he quickly understood why Jack said this: "...I came out to be a scapegoat in the old election, didn't I? Ah, I still I thought it was a good job to make money."

His analysis was perfect: "By doing this, he doesn't have to offend Mr. Alphonse or those who stand with the Swordsmen, and he can even get his house back. It's good that I just need to die. plan."

And that's what I came up with.

Looking at his face, Jack didn't say those words.

"Run while you can." Jack sat back in his chair. "If you really want to live, never get involved with anything in Novigrad again. This place sucks more than shit."

"I am of the contrary opinion, sir."

Francis Behring, the little-known figure, pulled a chair and sat himself down. He started talking like he had absolutely no idea who the man sitting across from him was.

Jack Tallinn. In the past twenty years, he has killed 217 people in Novigrad. He is one of the reasons why Alphonse Willie is alive today.

- Sometimes, one of this can be removed.

"Sir, this place sucks. Even the city officials are like that, they make money, but they never try to make the place better. I mean, they're now starting with swords for money. The members of the regiment cooperated, which I can't stand."

A little man is saying he can't stand it, as if he can change something. Jack didn't notice, a smile appeared on his lips.

He nodded: "Go on."

"I'm a beggar, a beggar under Mr. Walpole Royin. We share an intelligence network, so you can listen--in the five years that the Swordsmen have been here, the city government has received a total of There were 1,723 kidnappings, none of which were broken. Where did those people go? No one knows."

The beggar nodded at him: "They're trafficking people, and if this is an industry chain, Novigrad is the supplier. This place sucks, it's true, but I was born here.... ...I'm a beggar, yes, but at least I have a bottom line."

"So, what do you want to do?" Jack asked with interest.

Francis Behring's answer was swallowed as a man crashed into the room they were in. His cheeks were high and swollen, and one of his hands had been broken.

He knocked down the table and lay on the ground whimpering softly.

Jake Tallinn stood up stoutly, and at the same time a witcher and a man in a black robe entered the room.

"Ah, found it." The black-robed man said softly. "Francis Behring—well, I have a question, what are you doing with my friend Geralt?"

He turned his head again and looked at Jack Tallinn, his eyes flashing with blue light: "Maybe it would be better to ask you directly. Mr. Jack Tallinn, what does your boss Alphonse Willie have for my friend Geralt? thing?"

Jack Tallinn's hand that was about to hold the knife stopped, not because he didn't want to continue, but because some force forced him to stop. Immediately afterwards, his body began to sit down a little bit involuntarily. During the whole process, he didn't have the idea of ​​'sit down' in his mind, but wanted to rise up against such things.

But none of them have been implemented.

Jack Tallinn sat in his chair sweating profusely, lips parted, and involuntarily began to speak of Alphonse Willie's plan. It was something he wouldn't have said if he died: "He wants Geralt to do him a favor."

"Interesting, Hawthorne asked me for help?"

Geralt turned his head and glanced at He Shenyan: "This is the funniest joke I've heard this year, even funnier than the ones Regis said."

"Then what does he want to do with me?"

Jack's lips and tongue continued to move: "He wants to work with you to drive the Blades out of the city."

"...this joke is even funnier than the previous one."