Chapter 1010 992 Dudu's Home Accident

Chapter 1010 992. Dudu's House Incident

Many people in the Kingfisher Tavern started drinking in the afternoon.

If they were in a village or a small city, there wouldn't be many such people, after all, most people still have to work.

But in Novigrad, they can already share tables in the tavern and have fun.

Some people in the tavern were shouting about a horse race, and the Fist of Fury competition that Lan En was familiar with. Merchants discussing business and what they saw.

Triss still didn't wear a hat or wrap her hair, which was completely different from ordinary women.

This arrogance showed her identity as a sorceress.

Anyone with a little knowledge in the tavern knew: This is a witch.

If they were superstitious, they would be afraid to look away from Triss at this time, fearing that their eyes would be cursed by the witch.

And those who know more about supernatural powers would not look at it too much. Although sorceresses are generally charming, hot and beautiful.

But as obvious as these characteristics are their fickle tempers and extreme self-centeredness.

It's not that there are no ordinary men who are favored by female sorcerers and then maintain an intimate relationship with them.

But generally, these men will fall into a kind of psychological pain after showing a kind of "happiness of being drained by female night demons" in the first few days.

In an intimate relationship, the female partner is completely self-centered, does not consider the feelings of the male partner, and still has an overwhelming advantage in the relationship. For most men, this kind of psychological pain is even more than the pleasure of carnal desire.

They would rather find an ordinary female partner who is not so beautiful and attractive than endure this kind of psychological torture.

So over time, although the charm of female sorcerers has not diminished at all, it has even become more vigorous with the development and changes of fashion trends such as clothing and cosmetics.

But except for those young warriors who do not believe in evil and want to try something new, few men are willing to establish a stable intimate relationship with female sorcerers.

Most of them are one-night stands to solve physiological needs.

Therefore, even in the dirty topics that men talk about freely, female sorcerers have always been in a state of being kept away.

Of course, from Lan En's perspective,

'always in a weak position in intimate relationships'?

He really couldn't understand what this sentence meant.

"Let me think about it."

Triss, who was walking in front of Lan, was like a cheerful girl. Magic not only extended her life and beauty, but also allowed her to always have room for optimism and liveliness.

Those in the tavern who were attracted by the enchanting beauty but quickly moved away in panic could not affect her mood at all.

"Should we go to Toot's house now? You witchers always have to conduct field surveys when you work, right?"

"Yes, you are almost on the right track, Triss."

Lan nodded indifferently and walked out of the Kingfisher Tavern with the sorceress.

Opening the door is the Hierophant Square. Walking out of the square, the three-story buildings in Novigrad are not far apart, making the road seem narrow.

Sometimes a string of pennants is hung between the two small buildings on both sides of the street.

Dandelion had already told them where Toot lived on the way back to the city, so Lan and Triss didn't have much trouble finding it.

This should be considered the wealthy area of ​​Novigrad. Not only are the windows of each house made of high-quality, non-colorful, and bubble-free glass, but even the wooden doors are cut neatly and nailed together with patterned iron frames.

In fact

"I think Dandelion only needs to tell us a street number. The house number doesn't matter at all."

Lan stood on the street and complained to the sorceress beside him.

The house in front of the two of them was very conspicuous.

Although this area is a wealthy area, it is not physically separated from the area where poor people live.

There is a small fountain in the open space in the middle of the house. Many poor residents in the city come here to use the ornamental fountain as well water for convenient water use.

The originally neat and clean stone bricks beside the fountain became dirty and muddy due to repeated spills during water fetching.

Muddy water overflowed from the gaps in the stone bricks.

The rich people living here seem unable to stop this water use activity, but they can at least keep their houses clean and tidy.

But in one of the rooms, the door of the house was splashed with red liquid. Lan En's demon hunter sense of smell told him that it was paint.

But ordinary people would probably think it was blood from something.

The methods used by the gang to collect debts seemed to be the same regardless of region.

"The door is locked."

Triss pushed forward. The paint on the door had already dried, and the lock was still intact.

Lan En stood in front of the door with his tall body and held the bolt with his palm.

Then the light red fighting spirit on his hand flashed, and there was a clean and neat muffled sound of "bang".

The bolt on the door was directly pushed out with a palm-sized gap by his short and strong force, while the other parts of the door panel only shook slightly, without even a crack.

The huge force was precisely controlled.

When the door was opened inward without any obstacles, Triss saw the structure of the bolt inside.

The pure steel bite mechanism still had magic residue on it.

It would be easier to break the entire wooden door than to destroy the lock.

Even if Geralt used the [Alder Sign] until he was gasping for breath, he probably still couldn't open it.

But in the face of Lan En's muscle power, there is no difference between the two.

There is no lock that cannot be broken, it just depends on the size of the movement.

Just because breaking into a door requires concealment and not attracting attention most of the time, 'breaking in' is a technical job.

But when the Nilfgaardians massacred Cintra, couldn't even the city gates be broken open with ballistas and trebuchets?

Lan En and Triss walked in calmly.

"My hands are glowing red? Rita didn't tell me about this. The witcher's new trick?"

Triss looked at Lan En teasingly.

The young witcher was unimpressed.

"It's just a technology from another world. It has nothing to do with magic and everything to do with the body. Rita hasn't seen me use it either."

"So what you're saying is..." Triss's eyes lit up, "I know you better than Rita?"

Lan En didn't say anything anymore. He underestimated the competitive mentality among sorceresses.

This is a structure whose interior decoration is very similar to Triss's villa.

There are three floors. Except for the walls, the floors and stairs are all wooden structures.

Bookcases containing books and cabinets with dried fruit plates and wine bottles were placed against the wall, preventing the entire room from appearing empty.

Apart from a little dust, it seems that Dudu was not hysterical or panicked about his business going bankrupt.

There was no trace of anger in this house, it was just that no one had lived in it for some time.

"Most people who suddenly go bankrupt due to man-made accidents don't have this kind of self-cultivation."

Lan En walked to the cupboard, picked up the wine bottle on top, unscrewed the glass lid and smelled it, then looked at the dried fruit plate next to the wine bottle.

If this was a normal businessman going bankrupt, this bottle would have been smashed to pieces on the wooden floor.

"Livia cherry wine has a soft taste and he quite enjoys it."

There was a sharp sound of glass rubbing, and Lan En screwed the bottle cap back on again.

"There's nothing surprising." Triss also walked around the room and observed. "Although she is a shape-shifter, isn't it just for enjoyment when she makes money? Shape-shifters also know how to live."

"It's a pity that the seal wasn't tight when Dudu left. Now the alcohol has evaporated so much that it's no longer possible to drink it."

Lan En smiled at Triss's words.

"Based on the degree of alcohol evaporation, and the drying and hardening of the dried fruits for two days? Did he come back during his escape from debt?"

Lan En, who entered the state of investigation, showed a common occupational disease among demon hunters.

He began to investigate, whispering to himself what he had discovered.

After determining the target's recent activity time, Lan began to turn on his demon hunter senses.

Suddenly, a bright red footprint was highlighted on the originally empty floor.

After the first glance, Mentos marked the approximate data based on the footprint information.

"The height is consistent with the characteristics of a halfling, but the steps are heavy and thick. He is wearing boots instead of naked long hairy feet. It looks like the footprints of a dwarf."

Lan En knelt down and rubbed his gloved fingers across the wooden floor, making a 'wipe' sound.

Triss also came over, but unfortunately she didn't have the vision, so she could only follow Lan En's words and analyze.

"For a shape-shifter, there is no need to doubt what he will become."

"That's true." Lan En's eyes followed the footprints all the way up the stairs.

"Then let's see. Dudu changed his appearance and came back to get something."

Lan En's two hands under the cloak subconsciously patted each other, knocked off the dust on the floor, and was about to go upstairs.

But just as he lifted his feet, before he landed on the first step, he stopped.

The hooded head turned back, Triss didn't know why.

But a few seconds later "BOOM!"

The door that was originally ajar was kicked open.

Four or five figures strutted into the house from the door.

Most of these people only wore a small leather vest on their upper body, with their arms open, and their arms and chests were covered with cheap tattoos of poor craftsmanship.

Lan En even saw a few strings of magic runes, but they only had an appearance and no technical content inside.

This man probably felt that magic could give him power.

"Heh~te."

The leader wore a small cloth hat on his head. He snorted twice as soon as he entered the door, tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of green snot and thick phlegm.

At the same time, his eyes glanced fiercely at Lan En and Triss.

"Look, look at this wonderful day!"

While speaking with a slight stutter, he grinned his yellowed teeth and took the lead in approaching the two of them, leaving a position that allowed his followers to pour into the room.

Although Dudu's house occupies a large area, it suddenly became crowded after removing the furniture and adding so many people.

"The famous Dudu Dudu Bibwit didn't come, but two strangers showed up."

"Think about it, you guys are the errand boys who came here to get something! What do you want to get? Money? Jewelry? Stocks?"

"Whatever it is! Now! Take us to get it!"

Lan En and Triss looked at each other and easily understood the situation.

The gangsters have been waiting outside Dudu's house, and they will not give up their 'arrears'.

But the problem is that Lan En is very sure that there were no such people around before he came in just now.

How did they know so quickly that someone was coming to Dudu's house and then come to find him?

It took less than five minutes in total.

Under the hood, Lan En's nose twitched slightly.

He asked tentatively.

"Please let me confirm, sir. Is the beggar at the door yours?"

The moment this sentence came out, Lan En found that the eyes of the gangsters in front of him changed.