After the barrel punk received Lodimi's order, he took some of the most clever little brothers to squat outside the island of Orsenfurt College.
Soon after noon they waited for their target, three witchers, who came out of the Philosopher's Gate, one with a hood, the other with a hairband and an expressionless face, and finally a bald-headed man as strong as a beast.
It was the Oaks brothers and Leto who went out to find out about the Wild Boar Army.
Punk left a buddy to stay at the gate of the academy and followed him with two other younger brothers. Because they had heard a lot of weird rumors about witchers, they didn't dare to get too close, but just stayed far away. Behind the three big men, they followed all the way from Osenfurt College to the tavern "The Dean's House" in the east block.
About five minutes after the witcher entered the tavern, the three Punk people followed in two batches.
During the day, the hall of the "Dean's House" tavern was only lit by the sunlight through the window, and the light was slightly dim.
At this time, most of the residents of Niubao are busy with work, and only come out for entertainment after get off work at night, so there are only five or six tables of guests in the hall.
The tavern owner and bard played slow, sleepy melodies on the stage on the lute,
The three witchers were sitting not far in front of the wine cabinet. The table in front of them was full of wine and several large plates of meat. They chatted casually. vulgar words such as "child".
Punk and a brother sat in the corner of the hall, half-buried at the shadowed table. Unlike the big-spending witcher, they only ordered two glasses of the cheapest dwarven spirits, and borrowed a Quint chessboard from the boss. , and pretended to start playing Quint.
The other brother sat alone at a table by the window, dressed like a businessman who had failed in business and was impoverished, and looked at the passers-by outside the window with great acting skills.
"Brother, from my point of view, these three guys seem to have no other purpose. They are just addicted to alcohol."
The skinny monkey Poporov threw a card at random, swallowed his saliva, and withdrew his secret gaze.
"What are you doing with so much? Just do your part." The barrel punk was also slightly surprised. He thought that the witcher was going into the tavern to inquire about the news, but the three guys asked the tavern clerk for a table of hot water. Wine, I haven't communicated with other people at all.
"Concentrate on playing cards for me, don't keep looking there! Mutants have poisonous eyes." Cask Punk randomly threw out a Gwent card, looked at the card, and then smiled,
"54:35, Poporov, you lost!"
After speaking, the barrel punk couldn't wait to drink a glass of turbid wine in the eyes of the other party's envy.
The slightly sour smell made him frown, but he still swallowed every drop of wine without waste, licked the bottom of the glass clean, and exhaled comfortably.
In fact, the two glasses of wine were paid for by his half-day work as a porter at the Oxenfurt Wharf.
The third head of the dignified Redania Wild Boar Army was reduced to such a poor level, and the barrel punk couldn't help feeling sad.
When the Ifric family was prosperous in the past, his cousins Ogierd and Frodimi would often pack up the entire tavern, let the brothers of the Redania Boar Army have a drink, and also invite Orsenfurt The hottest women, let the brothers have fun.
However, in just ten years, the Ifric family has completely declined. Not only is the business going from bad to worse, but also bad news in terms of investment. They are losing money every day.
He had to pay an extra amount of money to help the brothers in the gang. After all, most of the members of the Wild Boar Army forty-odd were like homeless people, and they were unwilling to farm.
It is no exaggeration to say that the Ifric family is already heavily in debt and is at the point of life and death.
"When Big Brother Ogierd completes the business at hand, there will be money in the gang. We must not let the witcher who broke in halfway break the deal!"
There was a cold light in the squinted eyes on the fat barrel punk's face.
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"Dude, do you remember our experience tracking the royal griffin in the Amer Mountains?" Oaks wiped the hops from the corner of his mouth, and winked at his brother.
Serrit took a bite of the fried steak covered in hot sauce and bloodshot, showing his mouth full of white teeth, "Why don't we remember, we borrowed Roy's short-footed Marvelt and used it to set a trap and seduce him. That monster appeared." Serrit snorted, "It's ridiculous that there are still a few wild animals hiding behind us, trying to sneak up on us. By the way, how many are there?"
"Are you drunk? I don't even remember that." Oaks hilariously stretched out a finger about the thickness of a carrot. "A wild boar, I don't know how long it has been hungry, its hungry eyes are red, and it treats us as prey. But Animals are just beasts after all, they don't have enough wisdom and eyesight, they can't tell who can be provoked and who can't be provoked, and in the end, we have been chasing them all the way to our hometown... we made the whole family into roast pigs."
"Dude, you just drank too much!" Leto put down the goblet in his hand and burped. "I remember clearly, there were three wild boars?"
"you sure?"
"I'm sure."
In the rambling words, several people looked at each other and smiled, and then began to laugh and drink and eat meat.
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After the three big men were full, they left the dean's house and soon came to a nearby brothel called "Yinyun".
"Big Brother Punk, I think the boss's worries are superfluous. These guys just came out to have fun and found nothing!"
Poporov hid in an alley at the end of the street. In his sight, the three witchers each hugged a smiling woman, their bodies were close together, and they slowly swayed into the room.
He was drooling with sourness.
Punk hesitated for a moment, "Come on, you go and report the situation to Boss Frodimi first, say something, don't add fuel to me! Little Laurie continues to stare at me!"
"Don't worry, leave it to me, big brother!"
Poporov left contentedly, but did not notice a ghostly shadow lurking on the eaves overhead, on tiptoes like a cat, jumping and climbing nimbly and covertly, followed closely behind.
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To the northwest of Ossenfurt Town, a building next to the estuary.
"Boss Frodimi, according to your instructions, we investigated the movements of the witchers. Three of them were having fun in taverns and brothels, and they didn't mention any information related to us, nor did they do anything. Any abnormal behavior..." Poporov's words were full of confidence, "At present, it seems that they did not link Whishaw's death to us."
Frodimi put his hands behind his waist and tapped his toes lightly, pondering for a moment, "There are five witchers in total... Where are the other two?"
"In the academy with that old Linus Pitt."
Frodimi frowned, looking worried.
Poporov pursed his lips and persuaded,
"Boss, in my opinion, it's not too late to act. It's best to take that group of..." Poporov lowered his voice. "Tie rare animals to the big boss of Novigrad."
"The witcher has only been in Orsenfurt for two days, and he found out our purpose and found that the possibility of our plan is very slim. But if we continue to spend with them, maybe..."
"You don't need to remind me, I know it!" Frodimi glared at his subordinates viciously, and then sighed, as he said, this time the plan is a desperate shot, and there is no room for failure. He squeezed his fist, "Are all the brothers in Delta ready?"
Poporov was overjoyed when he heard the words, "Of course, boss, didn't you just go to see it the day before yesterday? I'm waiting for your order now."
"Have you checked the boat, drugs, and weapons?"
"I personally check with the punk boss every day, and there are no problems."
"Then go and give Punk a message and ask him to gather all the brothers in the gang and gather in this house tomorrow morning.
Frodimi said with a sigh, "We will start to act tomorrow night at the most."
"Where's Boss Ogilder?"
"I'll go ask him immediately."
"Gudong..." Suddenly a strange sound came from the second floor, interrupting the conversation between the two. The two of them jumped in their hearts and hurried to the second floor, only to see an empty wine bottle rolling gently on the floor, and the window I don't know when it was pushed away, the breeze blew in, and a big orange cat was lying on the windowsill, frightened by the two, meowing strangely.
"Huh... Where's the stupid cat from? It scared me, I thought someone was eavesdropping!" Poporov stroked his chest,
Frodimi also breathed a sigh of relief, walked over and held the orange cat in his arms and gently stroked its soft fur, looked at the passing pedestrians on the street outside the window, and made up his mind.
at the same time.
On the eaves outside the window on the second floor, a slender figure squatted quietly, with amber eyes flashing dimly.
"The Wild Boar Army, Frodimi, Ogilder, rare animals, so it is..."