The Divine Hunter

No City Center.

A commercial area separated by a canal from the civilian area.

The five witchers, Ms. Zerekan, and little Carl, stood outside the two empty shops, in a happy mood, as bright as the sun today.

The two stores are one large and one small, and the large area is similar to that of an ordinary tavern, while the small one is more than enough to open a ready-to-wear shop.

...

"Guys, is it true? These two stores belong to us from today?"

"Can there be a fake? The title deeds are here, the real deal!" Serrit flaunted a stack of agreements in front of him, and Ms. Zerican and the boy also cast curious glances.

Oxton frantically walked around the wooden doors of the two shops, knocking on the left and touching the right, as if a country bumpkin entered the city, tsk tsk admiration, "This is the most prosperous part of the City of Liberty, you have to spend money to buy it... "

"Twenty thousand crowns...Wipe your saliva," Serrit's mouth curved, and there was uncontrollable excitement in his tone, "and there are basically no fools willing to take action!"

As the trade center in the north and the most popular commercial area, it can be said that every inch of land is expensive. If any shop is not operated indiscriminately, it is a sure thing to make money, and this income is enough to allow the family to live a worry-free life.

"The Big Three are really willing! Sigh..." Oaks suddenly sighed, "Yesterday I should accompany you to the fighting arena to enhance persuasion, maybe I can get more benefits... The third shop or something... At that time, dirty , Dangerous, embarrassing entrustment, let's get out of the way, let's be our own bosses!"

"You don't rebuild the school anymore?" Roy sullenly gave him a funny look in his heart,

"Is there a contradiction between rebuilding the school and being a boss?" Oakes raised his eyebrows and asked rhetorically.

Everyone thinks about it, the fixed industry does not hinder the rise of the Snake faction, but the energy source continues to provide financial support.

But there are very few of the same kind who are deeply involved in business.

After all, most witchers have no talent for business, and just follow the traditions in an old-fashioned and inefficient way - accepting commissions and hunting monsters.

"This is God's will, the arrangement of fate!" Oaks strode into the door, opened his arms, closed his eyes and turned around, as if breathing the "Krona" breath in the room, "Just a lot of money on hand. There is no place to use it, let's decorate the shop immediately and open for business!"

Amber's pupils turned to the Cat Witcher,

Oakes patted his chest confidently,

"Brother owl, as I said, don't divide your money for the time being. If you invest in it, you will invest in shares according to the proportion, and you will definitely make a profit without losing money!"

Phillis's eyelids jumped and he hesitated for two seconds.

In the simple concept of the cat school witcher, commission, battle, and life are three points and one line.

Almost nothing else involved.

Is it really reliable to invest money in business?

In particular, the one who said this was the one who liked to rant the most among the Snake Sect.

The gray-green pupils swept the apprentice's innocent little face.

Considered as an apprentice?

He hesitated.

"Open a store, what kind of store? How many have experience?"

The witchers collectively fell silent.

"Cantila, give me some advice?"

Ms. Zerekan stroked the tips of her jet-black hair, her bright eyes were full of distress. There was no business in the future she envisioned, and she also knew nothing about it.

"Or, a clothing store?"

The witchers collectively denied.

"Actually, I thought about it..." Roy stuffed a small dried fish into the hood behind his head, and suddenly said, "How about this small pharmacy store? Refining ordinary potions is much easier than refining potions!"

Roy snapped his fingers and said,

"Purchasing herbs, materials, transforming the alchemy platform, refining, all the steps, the entire process, you have repeated for decades, you can't go wrong when you close your eyes... There is no additional learning cost."

In addition, at Ossenfurt University, Roy specially wrote down a lot of pharmaceutical formulas for common diseases, and the three giants helped to come forward, so there was no need to worry about patent disputes.

He also has a big killer in his hand - the exclusive formula, the energy (aphrodisiac) potion, taught by the genius alchemist of Vizima, Kalkstein.

Roy and the vulture once forced little Carl to take the drug in the name of toxicity tolerance training.

No matter which world you are in, as long as the drug has something to do with the enhancement function, you can make a lot of money!

Profitable and easy.

Old Moore and Susie can also take care of simple tasks, and no longer work hard to sell vegetables from morning to night.

"Good idea! It's not difficult for us to make ordinary potions."

"The manpower and material requirements are low, and I think it's feasible."

Everyone agrees.

The owl was completely moved. If there was a pharmacy, it would save time and effort to train the apprentice's alchemy skills.

"Nobody objected? That's the deal!" The bald man immediately made a decision, "The one on the left is converted into a pharmacy, and we will hire decoration workers this afternoon."

"Wait until the overall expenditure is calculated..." Serret suggested, "The Vulture Brothers will decide whether to invest in shares, and how much, of course, it can't exceed 20%."

"No problem, what's the name of the pharmacy?"

"How about Gersveld? Commemorating the Southern Snake Fortress," Oakes suggested.

The owl did not object, and the pharmacy Gersveld set the agenda.

As for the arrangement of another store, everyone was arguing endlessly.

"The tavern is the most suitable!" Serrit swallowed uncontrollably. "The streets of Nuocheng are full of drunkards, so you don't have to worry about customers. Just open the store and ensure the money will flow!"

"Drinker, do you want to drink a bar for free?" Oakes shook his head disdainfully. "It's troublesome to open a pub! The access to drinks is a big problem, and the customers are mixed up, making it time-consuming and laborious to manage. It's not realistic to want to be a shopkeeper."

He changed his words, "I think the brothel is good. If you want to play, you can play with the big one! Let's put all that money into it and build a recreational place no less than the size of the 'Spear Cave'! Monopolize the business of the entire Nuocheng."

"Dogs can't spit ivory out of their mouths! Brothel isn't in trouble?!" Serret gave him a sidelong glance. "And when I don't know what the hell you're up to? Want to say to every pretty 'employee' Reciting your lame and disgusting love poems?"

…

Roy's face darkened.

"What the hell is a witcher who runs a brothel?"

The witch hunter, the bustard, specializes in killing white bleachers. Are you afraid?

Then again, it's not a decent business.

He objected from the bottom of his heart.

"You two shut up! Taverns and brothels are not realistic," Leto said solemnly, "As I said, it's a blacksmith shop... Although we can't be called master blacksmiths, our skills are not as good as Belengar's, but in the field of forging, it's still good. If you have a little experience, it will not be a problem to build some conventional standard weapons and equipment. If you recruit a few more apprentices, you will be completely busy.”

"It's better to open a swordsmanship hall..." Owl sang the opposite tune again, "The skill of the witcher, as everyone knows, is definitely a golden sign."

"And in the city of freedom where gangsters are rampant, who doesn't want to learn two-handed swordsmanship for self-defense?"

The swordsmanship hall opened, and Carl's training took hold again.

"Come on...Isn't it enough to fight and kill on weekdays?" Oaks said dissatisfied, "I insist on brothels!"

"We have to go to Kyle Morhan on the way, or a tavern is suitable..."

"Blacksmith shop..."

"Ugh…"

Roy covered his forehead helplessly, turned around, and met Cantila, Carl, and six eyes.

They all sighed heavily.

...

"The sun shines into my heart, as if we meet again after a long absence, and the old people greet each other warmly. Good morning, five masters, Ms. Cantila, and little Carl!"

A handsome man wearing a purple iris hat, coquettish red trousers and a flowered shirt with an elegant short beard on his lips walked out from the street corner, waving to greet him.

Next to him followed a plump, blond beauty with outstanding temperament.

"Dandrian, Priscilla, good morning, these two are..." Roy glanced suspiciously at the two of them, and the body language showed that they had restored their relationship as before.

Priscilla is still soft-hearted, and she has forgiven the big radish in just a few days.

"The masters must have heard of it," Dandelion sighed, his handsome face becoming more melancholy, "Just a few days ago, Alphonse Willie, one of the Big Four, was blocked by the three gangsters. At home, the whole family has been destroyed, and I heard that some secret agreement was broken. Since then, there has been no rich and powerful sponsor of the poetry conference, and it is even more difficult to make a living!"

The witcher's argument paused and looked at each other.

It seems that the three giants have carried the charges in the past... It should be to give the eternal fire a step down.

An explanation to the citizens of Nuocheng.

"The result of the treatment is not bad." Everyone thought to themselves, it was better than being named "The Butcher of Novigrad".

"As for now," Dandelion continued, "Psilla and I plan to go to the Vanilla Hotel on the other side of the commercial street to remember the various contributions of Hawthorne I for the literary and artistic circles. Together with my colleagues, I will write a memorial for him. poetry."

"Well." Priscilla's pretty face also had a hint of sadness.

To most of the citizens of Noah City, Hawthorne I was an out-and-out villain, but to the bard, he was indeed a good man, and he was also a true poetry fanatic.

Roy suddenly remembered something.

Follow the normal development trajectory.

Years later, the great poet Dandelion will receive a gift from Alphonse Willie's legacy, the Vanilla Inn, and then work with Priscilla to make a little makeover and open his beloved dance hall.

Then there was a human tragedy called "Sin of **"!

But now the fanatical and devout Kata Kahn has not settled in No City yet.

And because of his own sidestep, Hawthorne I huffed in advance, and the vanilla hotel has become the industry of collectors among the Big Three, and no longer has the role of a great poet.

"Did I inadvertently destroy his dream? Or did I save his lover?"

...

"What are the masters arguing about just now?" Dandelion's eyes wandered suspiciously between the empty shop and the crowd.

"Let me explain?" Roy smiled happily and said calmly, "Snake Pie and Cat Pie bought these two stores together... One of them already has a home. But the larger store—"

Before Roy could finish speaking, Oaks stepped forward enthusiastically, and punched the great poet affectionately on the chest. The latter cried out in pain, clutching his chest and wailing.

"Master Dandelion, you came just in time!"

"We're going to transform this land into the largest brothel in Novigrad. You are so talented, you just happened to write a poem for the new shop!" Oakes wrapped his arms around the great poet's shoulders with anticipation, and then shook him dizzy. .

"It's time to open a pub!"

"Blacksmith's shop!"

"Sword Art Museum!"

"Wait...Ouch, let go!" Dandelion broke free from the witcher's muscle cage, wiping the sweat from his brown hair, "What do you mean...hush...this big shop hasn't been arranged yet. it is good?"

"It's still under discussion." Roy pleadingly glanced at the big men, and they finally stopped arguing. "Master Dandelion, Ms. Purcella, the two have lived in Nuocheng for a long time, and have a better understanding of all walks of life."

"Any good advice?"

The blonde was lost in thought.

And Dandelion's blue eyes turned, and a longing suddenly surged in his heart, which was the ideal and desire deep in his heart.

You may never be able to do it on your own.

But now, an opportunity lies ahead.

He swallowed his saliva and carefully considered the crowd, saying,

"Taverns, brothels, swordsmanship halls, why not combine them and make some modifications?"

"What do you mean?" Several pairs of vertical pupils suddenly locked on the great poet.

His body trembled, and a bright smile appeared on his face, "How about a dance hall, you can drink, have fun, and exercise..."

Hearing the sound, Priscilla stroked her hair, her eyes sparkling.

It is also her wish to have a fixed place to perform.

"Huh? Can a dance hall do that?" Oaks was surprised.

"I mean a formal dance hall, regardless of the weather, customers will get more elegant and advanced enjoyment." Dandelion tried to describe a beautiful scene, "Beverages, especially low-alcohol, soft wine. Don't let the guests get drunk and go crazy."

"The play opens, the wine warms up, the poetry closes, and finally, a dance walk."

Master Dan smiled and said with a longing, "This is the enjoyment of the upper class."

"Let's popularize it and bring it to the people... It will definitely be popular."

"Then the poems I treasure have a place to be used!"

Oaks winked desperately at Serrit, who lowered his head and sighed.

"Forget it, wine is also wine, and the singing and dancing hall is the singing and dancing hall."

Who called him the brother.

"Wait, this idea is sure to work?" The bald Lesso and the owl questioned, "Aren't we rude people who have to build some kind of theater-like dance hall? Will it make people laugh?"

"The key is not that kung fu management!"

"Masters, don't worry, if you agree with this proposal," Dandelion said sincerely, folding his hands on his chest, "My lord and Ms. Priscilla are willing to take the heavy responsibility and take care of it for you."

"Ninety percent of the profits belong to you."

"And the two of us only asked for the meager 10% as a salary to fill our stomachs, and these were all written into the agreement."

Priscilla was stunned.

This guy is dragging me into trouble again without authorization!

But she couldn't refuse.

The blond beauty bit her red lips lightly, her slender hands folded on her abdomen, and there was a hint of apprehension and anticipation in her beautiful eyes, "If the masters are willing to give a chance, Dandelion and I will definitely make the dance hall profitable!"

"Is it the two of you who want to open a singing and dancing hall? That's okay, but if you open it up, you will join forces to deceive the witcher. Do you know what will happen?" A cold light flashed through the gray-green pupils of the owl.

"Give me ten courage, I don't dare to deceive you!" Dandelion stiffened his neck and was once brave, "and I live in Nuocheng, I have a small reputation, but I am frail and sickly with thin arms and thin legs. , if you want to escape, you can't escape far."

"How much does it cost?"

"Preliminary decoration, theater style... Probably, two kilograms... Later, because we have to recruit dance and drama actors, count their monthly wages..." Dandelion groped his chin and calculated it carefully. "Not less than 400 crowns and not more than 500 crowns per month. But I promise that every account will be recorded in detail, and you can review it at any time!"

"If we lose three months in a row, we'll get out of here!"

The vulture glanced at Serrit, who estimated the price, nodded, and he no longer objected.

The bald man sighed,

"Ms. Priscilla, when we were not in Nuocheng, thanks to you taking care of Old Moore and Susie, it was a big favor for the kid. There is something... I decided to do it for you."

The two poets were delighted.

Looking at Roy eagerly, he was just short of an answer.

Roy just sighed that the world is amazing.

By mistake, Dandelion lost the Vanilla Hotel.

But they came to the door again and made suggestions for a dance hall.

Is this the arrangement of fate?

Of course, he's happy to do it too.

A happy ending to the great poet and Priscilla.

But it is impossible to predict whether an innovative project like a dance hall will make a profit or a loss, and he has to improve the price/performance ratio.

"I have one more condition, the two of you," Roy thought. "It's fine to open a dance hall, but every month, at least one poem or play performance about witchers must be arranged."

"I won't force the two of you to sing praises, but at least I have to correct the name of the witcher and popularize the image of the real witcher for the guests, you know what I mean?"

Even if this part of the money is lost, if it can play a promotional effect, it is not in vain.

After all, as a commercial center in the north, Nuocheng has a certain influence on the entire northern border, and it is worth serving as a pilot.

The owl frowned, puzzled.

But the three big men of the Snake faction were thoughtful.

It is necessary to revive the school, recruit apprentices, improve the witcher's reputation, and dispel the superstitions that stigmatize his image.

Back in Vizima, Foltest refused to justify the witcher's name.

Then try it again in Nuocheng.

Dandelion and the female bard looked at each other and smiled brightly,

"Everyone, I promise that every month, at least two new works will promote the positive image of the witcher! If the feedback is good, I will increase the efforts."

"And I personally write poems and scripts, and the effect is absolutely no less than Vizima's 'The Legend of the Sewer Butcher'."

The corner of Roy's mouth twitched, can he turn the page?

Shaking his head, he shook the blond beauty's hand and patted Dandelion's shoulder heavily, "We can sign the agreement right away!"

After he finished speaking, he approached the great poet and whispered mysteriously,

"Master Dan, you should restrain your romantic energy in the future, and also, protect Priscilla, don't let her get hurt again! Understand?"

"Huh?" Dandelion's blue eyes are full of doubts, has he hurt Priscilla's heart before?

Leave it alone!

Dance hall matters!

"As you wish, I swear!" The great poet stroked his chest and bowed in salute.

"When the dance hall opens," Roy glanced at the pair of poets who looked like Biren, "I will send a piece of work, and I hope that Ms. Priscilla can perform it wonderfully!"

"Then I look forward to your visit!" The blonde beauty bowed her knees and bowed her head.