God-level Demon Hunter

The vulture didn't object, and the pharmacy Geswald put it on the agenda.

Regarding the arrangement of another shop, everyone was arguing endlessly.

"The tavern is the most suitable!" Serrit swallowed uncontrollably, "There are drunkards all over the streets in Nuocheng, so you don't have to worry about customers, as long as you open the store, you will be guaranteed a lot of money!"

"Drunkard, you want to drink the bar for free?" Oakes shook his head disdainfully, "Opening a tavern is troublesome! Drinking water channels are a big problem, and the guests are mixed, and it takes time and effort to manage. It is not realistic to want to be a shopkeeper."

He changed the subject, "I think brothels are good. If you want to play, you can play a big one! Let's invest all the money in it and build a recreational place no smaller than the 'Lance Cave'! Monopolize the business of the entire Nordic City."

"Dogs can't spit out ivory! Brothels won't be troublesome?!" Serrit squinted at him, "And I don't know what kind of idea you have? Want to say goodbye to every beautiful 'employee' Recite your crappy and nasty love poems?"

……

Roy's face darkened instantly.

"Witcher who runs a brothel, what the hell?"

The old bustard, the demon hunter, specializes in killing white drifters, are you afraid?

Then again, it's not a decent job.

He objected from the bottom of his heart.

"Shut up both of you! Taverns and brothels are unrealistic," Lei Suo said in a deep voice, "According to me, it's a blacksmith's shop... Although we can't be called master blacksmiths, and our technology is not as good as that of Berengar, we are still good at blacksmithing." If you have some experience, it will not be a problem to build some conventional standard weapons and equipment and farm tools. If you recruit a few more apprentices, you will be completely busy."

"It's better to open a swordsmanship gym..." Cat Vulture sang the opposite tune again, "The skill of a demon hunter, as we all know, is definitely a golden signboard."

"And in Liberty City, where gangsters are rampant, who doesn't want to learn two-handed swordsmanship to defend themselves?"

The fencing gymnasium opened, and Carl's training started again.

"Come on... Isn't there enough fighting and killing on weekdays?" Oakes said dissatisfiedly, "I insist on brothels!"

"We have to go to Kaer Morhen halfway, so the tavern is more suitable..."

"The blacksmith shop..."

"Ugh……"

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

They all sighed heavily.

……

"Sunshine shines into my heart, like reunion after a long absence, warm greetings from old friends. Good morning, five masters, Ms. Cantila, little friend Carl!"

A handsome man wearing a purple iris hat, coquettish red trousers and floral shirt, and an elegant short beard came out of the corner of the street, waving his hand to greet him.

Next to him was a plump, blonde beauty with outstanding temperament.

"Dandrian, Priscilla, good morning, this is..." Roy glanced suspiciously at the two of them, and his body language showed that their relationship had been restored.

Pusilla's heart was still soft, and she forgave Huaxin Daluo in just a few days.

"Masters must have heard about it," Dandelion sighed, with a hint of melancholy on his handsome face, "Just a few days ago, Alphonse Willy, one of the Big Four, was blocked by the three gangsters. At home, the whole family was destroyed, and it was said that some secret agreement was broken. From now on, there will be no rich and powerful benefactors to sponsor the poetry conference, and it will be even more difficult if you want to make a living!"

The demon hunter's argument paused and they looked at each other.

It seems that the Big Three have carried the charges... probably to give Eternal Flame a step down.

Give the citizens of Nuocheng an explanation.

"The result of the processing is not bad." Everyone thought to themselves, it would be better than being labeled as "The Butcher of Novigrad".

"As for now," Dandelion continued, "Persilla and I plan to go to the Vanilla Hotel on the other side of the commercial street to commemorate Hawthorne I's contribution to the literary and artistic circles. Together with my colleagues, I will write a commemorative poem for him. poetry."

"En." Priscilla's pretty face also had a trace of sadness.

For most of the citizens of Nordic City, Hawthorne I was an out-and-out villain, but for bards, he was indeed a good man, and he was also a true poetry fanatic.

At this moment, Roy suddenly remembered something.

follow the normal trajectory of development.

Years later, the great poet Dandelion will receive a gift from Alphonse Wiley's estate - the Vanilla Hotel, and then he and Priscilla will slightly remodel it and open their beloved dance hall.

Then a human tragedy called "Crimes of the Carnality" was staged!

But now the fanatical and pious Kata Kahn has not yet settled in Nuocheng.

And because of his meddling, Hawthorne I burped in advance, and the Vanilla Hotel became the property of collectors among the Big Three, and he no longer had the role of a great poet.

"Am I accidentally destroying his dream? Or saving his lover?"

……

"What were the masters arguing about just now?" Dandelion looked suspiciously between the empty shop and the crowd.

"Shall I explain it?" Roy smiled happily and said frankly, "Snake Pie and Cat Pie paid for these two shops together... One of them has already had a home. But the larger shop—— "

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

"Master Dandelion, you came just in time!"

"We are going to transform this land into the largest brothel in Novigrad. You are so talented, and you just wrote a poem for the new shop!" Oakes embraced the great poet's shoulders with anticipation, and then shook him dizzily .

"Obviously it's time to open a tavern!"

"Blacksmith shop!"

"Swordsmanship hall!"

"Wait... ouch, let go!" Dandelion broke free from the witcher's muscle cage, wiping the sweat from his brown hair, "What do you guys mean... hiss... this big shop, Haven't arranged it yet?"

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

"Is there any good advice?"

The blond beauty was lost in thought.

And Dandelion's blue eyes rolled around, and a desire suddenly surged in his heart, which was the ideal and wish hidden deep in his heart.

You will probably never be able to do it on your own.

But now, an opportunity lies ahead.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, facing the crowd and carefully deliberating,

"Pubs, brothels, swordsmanship halls, why not combine them and make some changes?"

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

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

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

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

"Huh? Dance halls can also do that kind of thing?" Oakes was surprised.

"I'm referring to a formal singing and dancing hall. It has nothing to do with romance. Customers will get more elegant and high-end enjoyment." Dandelion tried to describe a beautiful scene, "Wine, especially refers to low-alcohol, soft wine. It won’t make the guests get drunk and go crazy.”

"The play opens, the wine warms up, the poetry closes, and finally, there's an end dance."

Master Dan smiled and said longingly, "This is the enjoyment of the upper class."

"We popularize it and bring it to the people...it will definitely be popular."

"Then my collection of poems will come in handy!"

Oakes winked desperately at Serritt, who sighed.

"Forget it, wine is also wine, and a dance hall is a dance hall."

Who told him to be the brother.

"Wait, this idea is sure to work?" The bald-headed Lei Suo and the cat vulture questioned, "We savages insist on running a dance hall like a theater, wouldn't it make people laugh?"

"The key is not that effort management!"

"Masters, don't worry, if you agree with this suggestion," Dandelion folded his hands in front of his chest and said sincerely, "Your Majesty and Ms. Priscilla are willing to take on the important task and take care of it for you."

"Ninety percent of the profits belong to you."

"And the two of us only ask for the meager [-]% as a salary to fill our stomachs. All of these are written into the agreement."

Priscilla's pretty face froze.

This guy dragged me into trouble again without authorization!

But she couldn't refuse.

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

"The two of you want to open a dance hall, right? That's okay, but if you join hands to deceive the demon hunter after opening it, what will happen?" The gray-green pupils of the cat vulture flashed a cold light,

"Give me ten guts, and I won't dare to lie to you!" Dandelion straightened his neck, showing a rare bravery, "And I settled in Nuocheng. I have a small reputation, but I am weak and sick with thin arms and legs. , If you want to escape, you can’t escape far.”

"How much did it cost?"

"Pre-renovation, theater style... About two thousand crowns... In the future, dancers and theater actors will be recruited, including their monthly wages..." Dandelion rubbed his chin and carefully calculated. "No less than [-] crowns and no more than [-] crowns per month. But I guarantee that every account will be recorded in detail, and you can review it at any time!"

"If we lose money for three consecutive months, we will get out!"

Vulture glanced at Serritt, who was estimating the price, nodded, and he no longer objected.

The bald man sighed,

"Ms. Priscilla, thanks to you taking care of Old Moore and Susie during our absence in Nordic City, you have done the kid a big favor. Because of this... I decided to fulfill you."

The two poets beamed with joy.

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

Roy only sighed that the world is really wonderful.

Dandelion lost the Vanilla Hotel due to his own mistakes.

But they came to the door again, proposing a song and dance hall.

Is this the arrangement of fate?

Of course, he is also happy to fulfill it.

Give the Great Poet and Priscilla a happy ending.

However, it is impossible to predict the profit or loss of innovative projects such as song and dance halls, so he has to improve the cost performance.

"I have one more condition, both of you," Roy thought. "It's okay to open a dance hall, but every month, at least one poem about the witcher must be sung, or a repertoire will be performed."

"I won't force the two of you to sing praises, but at least I must rectify the name of the demon hunter and popularize the real image of the demon hunter for the guests. Do you understand what I mean?"

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

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

Cat Vulture frowned, puzzled.

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

It is necessary to revive the school, recruit apprentices, improve the reputation of the witcher, and get rid of all kinds of superstitious rumors that vilify his image.

Back in Vizima, Foltest refused to clear the name of the witcher.

Then try again in Nordic City.

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, we will increase our efforts."

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

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

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

After finishing speaking, he suddenly approached the great poet and whispered mysteriously,

"Master Dan, you should curb your flirtatiousness from now on. Also, protect Priscilla and don't let her get hurt again! Do you understand?"

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

Leave it alone!

Dance halls matter!

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