The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Really? Well, I can guess that the disappearances claimed by the Imperial Intelligence Agency are often deaths." Sasha's face did not change much: "Four years ago, after the Battle of Brenner, I left Vathir because Ms. Ashley gave me more important tasks. Last year, after I lost contact with Ms. Ashley, Mrs. Fringeira Vigo became my new boss. She sent me to visit Morfan Fries. But unfortunately, Madame Vigo seems to be on the verge of being missing. My contact person told me that Madame Vigo has been arrested by the Royal Guards and is being escorted to Vigie by the Imperial Navy as the most senior prisoner. Ma. I think Emperor Enhill might want to execute the traitor himself."

"Why does it sound like being your boss is a big risk?" Zelin said jokingly.

"Maybe you found my second talent? You should apply for the job at Imperial College. They always claim that discovering student talent is the most important job for professors, but most of them only think that I am suitable to be a mistress. You are much more qualified than them." Sasha smiled very timely: "So you already understand my situation, don't you?"

"In other words, you have already exposed and want to escape from Novigrad?" Zelin nodded: "And are you going to exchange the information you got before?"

"Information is like seafood. The longer it is left, the more worthless it is." Sasha put her hands on the table and twisted her fingers together. She dropped her eyes for a moment, but she soon faced the demon hunter again. Only self-confidence and composure: "I need a lot of money to help me return to Nilfgaard safely. I need to take a boat to the Hinterland, and the cost of the boat is two kilograms. This is a huge sum of money, but I don’t have enough. Time to raise money, the secret agents of the Imperial Intelligence Agency may knock on my door at any time, so I hope to invite you to help me win the bounty of the big gambling game.

"Like you said, Salsa." Zelin said slowly: "Purchasing seafood must be fresh. Every stall owner will claim that their goods were fished out of the sea a few minutes ago. I need to know. What can you tell me. Anyone who has some channels will know that something terrible happened in Novigrad last night. I don’t need to spend five hundred crowns for a person to repeat the process."

"In other words, did you agree?"

Zelin took out a heavy bag and put it in front of Sasha. The inside of the bag made a sound of metal collision: "The gold coins inside can be exchanged for two hundred crowns at the bank."

Sasha lowered her gaze: "I'm afraid I can't buy a wooden chair on the boat."

"I can pay for your ferry ticket." Zelin said seriously: "As long as the information you tell me is worth the money."

Sasha stared at the demon hunter, and she realized that Zelin was not joking.

"Is it because I have been out of touch with the world for too long? You are a demon hunter, but..."

"Over time, people can always leave some savings." Zelin didn't explain much. These were all the coins he carried on this trip. But if he knows that he can buy information here, he would rather bring a little more money to go out: "You can take the money and don't care about the rest. Tell me, how much do you know? What happened last night?"

"It's not appropriate here." Sasha stood up, hooked her finger at Zelin as she picked up the purse, and gave Zelin a graceful and coquettish look: "Come with me to the room upstairs."

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ps: Yesterday, I saw someone in the post saying that the detective Curdinger shouldn't exist in the original work. No, he actually exists and appeared in "Age of Contempt." He accepted Geralt's commission to investigate the identity of the person who pursued Hiri, and he was the first person to investigate the true identity of Hiri, as well as Vig. Watts' conspiracy, Enhill's plan. He was killed by an assassin sent by Wigwarts on the eve of the coup on Sinide Island.

Chapter 2591 The Shadow of the Past

The Tuna Hotel’s room is more luxurious than Zelin expected. It is carpeted and wallpapered. It has not only a double bed, but also a table, and allows people to walk around the room a few steps instead of being sandwiched on both sides. Between the wall and the furniture.

"You want to investigate what happened in the theater square last night, right?" Sasha sat at the table and opened only half a bottle of red wine on the table: "Would you like a drink?"

Zelin knew this wine, the East of Towson.

"I thought you had no money."

"This is necessary when dealing with certain informants. A man is eager to seduce, and a little bit of mystery and elegance will do more with less." Sasha poured herself a glass of wine, raised her head and drank it, the wine will be dark red. Lips are dyed more vividly: "But you seem to be scorched by something, so let's go straight to the subject. Last night, the person who attacked the Novigrad Theater, Nilfgard's Intelligence Bureau has been there. Pay attention to their whereabouts. They are from the south, maybe you know them."

Zelin sat across from Sa Sa: "What do you say?"

"Bren, the cat of Lelo, have you heard of this name?"

Zelin was stunned for a moment. He didn't kill this guy when he was in Lomune. The latter ran away, and a warlock used teleportation to meet him.

Wait, the warlock who answered him?

"You mean... the people who attacked the theater square were Buren's men?"

"Definitely not his core subordinates, otherwise the battle does not need to turn off the guards. No one can stop their assassination. Now in Nilfgard, they are an organization of assassins with the same reputation as the Killers Association, and in Ebin, Gissot and Mecht have a lot of influence. Their headquarters is at the junction of the three provinces, more luxurious and majestic than the Governor’s Castle, and people nearby even have to pay taxes to them in exchange for protection."

Sasha's words are clear and clear: "It is said that Brun has recruited many wilderness bandits and wandering mercenaries, and the empire's Senate has even begun to discuss a plan to grant him the title of honorary baron."

"Shouldn't the empire kill him?"

"What are you kidding?" Sasha showed an unexpected look: "The local governor cooperated with Buren, and with Buren's promise, the taxes of the three provinces can be sent to the vault in the city of Jinta in full. Tax representative The Empire’s control over a province, he can control the bandits to rob the people and the villages that cannot pay taxes, instead of attacking the wealthy towns and imperial motorcades. If there are more people like Buren in the empire, The internal situation in Nilfgaard is much better than it is now."

"Bren did it? Who hired him?" Zelin asked, "I don't think he would do anything purposelessly."

"It's hard to tell. Bren trusts only mutated fighters, and the Imperial Intelligence Agency will not send well-trained spies to death." Sasha frowned slightly. She could see that she only knew one person's name. Not satisfied with Zelin. Then, her brows stretched out: "But one of the information I got mentioned that Bren had recruited people in Novigrad."

"Recruiting people? Where?"

Sasha raised her mouth slightly: "You are about to swallow the whole fish together."

"Sorry, I don't mean to offend." Zelin said, "But this information is really important to me."

"It's also very important to me." Sa Sa said: "I need the money, but you can't force me to hand over all the valuables before I get what I want? Isn't the transaction a matter of paying for the goods first? Is it?"

"Okay." Zelin sighed: "If you insist, I won't force you. Tomorrow I will come here to find you with the rest of the money. I hope you can provide value-for-money news by then. "

He couldn't completely believe Sasha.

Bren's involvement in this incident really exceeded Zelin's expectations. After the last Lomune summit, Bren and his followers disappeared in the North Convenience. Before going to Middle-earth, Zelin had never heard of them. He can't take Sasha's information as completely correct information, he must find a way to prove it from the side, otherwise anyone can declare similar things to him and have to pay a sum of money.

Kedinger had arrived in Novigrad by boat.

The detective's physical condition seemed to be getting worse and worse, coughing ceaselessly, sometimes coughing up blood. Lomune’s warlock diagnosed him that there was a problem with his lungs, and magic treatment required a lot of money, so the detective had to temporarily abandon his retirement plan. Fortunately, after the rebuilding of the Warlock Order, there are many suitable jobs for him, and Kurdinger is also willing to work for the rich Warlock Order.

At the port, Zelin saw Kordinger, his face was pale, the sideburns of his hair turned white, and his eyes looked a little listless because of lack of sleep for a long time, and there were slight dark circles.

"I have received your message, Demon Hunter." Kedinger was wearing a round hat. When he walked from the trestle to the dock with other guests, he held down the brim of the hat and covered his face: "I thought I was going to arrive. Going south, riding a horse is not a simple thing these years, but you are my most important customer. Can you imagine how much I heard I was not to the Hinterland or Tousent, but to Novigrad Are you happy? The doctor told me that in the future, I must not smoke, drink less, and pay attention to rest and not stay up late. Alas, it’s going to kill me."

"But for your health, you'd better listen to the doctor's advice." Zelin said, reaching out to take the suitcase that Curding was dragging behind him: "I'll drag it for you. It will take a while to get from here to the residence. Time."

"But if there are no investigation cases that interest me, I would prefer to lie in the sun, smoking a pipe, and looking at the pretty girl dressed as a mermaid in the swimming pool." Curdinger moved his shoulders: "I heard You are in a difficult situation. It seems to be tricky?"

"It's very tricky. Actually, I suspect that my investigation is going in the wrong direction."

"It's a renegade warlock, isn't it?" Curdin asked, "I can hear similar topics every day in Lomugne. My partner Finn and I moved the detective agency to Lomugne, where there are More ancient files with secrets. When the ship passes by Osenfurt, I can smell the gunpowder smoke in the city. What is going on?"

"It's a long story. Let's talk about it when you are here. It just so happens that I have some information on my side that needs your help."

"No problem, I like to get information wherever I go." Ke Dinger clenched his right hand and coughed heavily before his mouth: "...In fact, I also found something very strange. Clues. It's about bank debt."

Chapter 2600 Bank Debt

"The bank's debt problem?"

"Yes, it's like this. Do you know the Tritog Bank in Ridania?" On the third floor of the Chameleon Hotel, Curdin opened his suitcase, revealing the file and map stuffed inside: "Recently That bank is really troubled and difficult. Now rumors are everywhere, everyone is saying that the bank is about to fail, and the money in it will not be able to withdraw. Soon all the people of the Tritoge family will be paid. In the bag."

"Why is everyone talking about that bank?"

"Because that was the first bank run by humans in hundreds of years of history." Curdin took out three letters and put them on the table: "For many people, this may not mean anything, but this The matter may be written into history. In 1272, the first human-dominated bank was established, ending the dwarf’s monopoly on the banking industry. If I were to write a history book, I would write it like this."

"Does this have anything to do with what I want to say?"

"Perhaps, when I was in Lomugne, I was investigating Ridania. It was commissioned by the Order of Warlocks, and those noble ladies distrusted Ridania." Curdin finally took out a letter. , Stood up and rubbed the tip of his nose: "Remember what I investigated before the Lomune summit?"

"I remember, of course I do." Zelin nodded, and took the letter from Kording: "That incident can scare half of the people in the north."

"Why is it only half?"

"Because the other half of you don't know what you are talking about." Zelin glanced at the signature on the letter: "What is this?"

The signature is Vilan Vivaldi, a dwarf in charge of Vizima Bank by the Vivaldi family. Zelin knew him.