"Roger, I don't know how long it has been since you received my letter."

Unfolding the letter paper, Xili's handwriting is clear and stretched. In this regard, she is obviously well-educated.

"First of all, I want to tell you the good news. On the last day before leaving, Lambert and I were tied. He kept mumbling that I was as sensitive as a wild cat."

"Haha, you really should stay there and look at his expression at the time. I know he didn't try his best, but if it's not for the lack of your last period of training, if you can stay, then I can definitely defeat him."

"I left Kyle Morhan with Geralt and Triss. They took me to a weird place. It was like a temple where I would live with many girls."

"Then they left me together and handed me to a nasty black-haired woman."

"You must have heard her name, Ye Naifa, this woman is arrogant and domineering. I don't like her at all. I really don't know how Geralt tolerated her strong character."

"The life here is monotonous and boring. I basically don’t have time to practice swords. I don’t like this kind of life. I wish you could continue to guide me, because you told me that power will not become a burden to me. I want to learn. Control it."

"Well, Ye Naifa is here to urge me again. I really hope to see you sooner."

"Hiri."

Roger smiled and rubbed his hands, the letter in his hand shattered.

After leaving Novigrad, Roger has visited some places and found some good guards, but these people can only be regarded as good players, and they are far from Roger's goal.

He had a suitable candidate in his heart, but the guy's whereabouts were erratic. He went to several places in a row, and finally found some faint clues.

All the information came together to point to the same place.

He looked up at the three-story building in front of him. In the trading area of ​​Vizima, this building is also regarded as the premier luxury.

Usually it is not open during the day, and only after night falls and the door is opened wide will noble merchants swarm in here waving banknotes.

They rushed in happily, and walked out languidly, leaving behind the gold coins in their purses and the essence in their bodies.

Queen of the night.

"Red light district."

Roger glanced at the plaque, pushed the car door and jumped down. Before he could approach, an attendant greeted him.

The flowers on both sides of the road were smelling, the heavy carpet spread from the doorway to a long distance, laughter and laughter came from the room, Roger threw a gold coin as a tip, and then stepped into the hall.

"Handsome guest, you will always remember this night in ten years, because everything you can enjoy in the world will not be better than here."

A beautifully dressed woman walked towards Roger.

"No matter what you like, you can find the best here."

She slid on Roger's shoulders, the aggressive perfume puffed her nose, and the woman leaned close to Roger's ear.

"What age do you like?"

"Are there requirements for skin color?"

"Human or elves?"

"If you like heavy flavors, dwarves and halflings are also fine. Although dwarves have a little beard, they feel different from humans..."

"And if they are halflings, their soles are a bit bigger, but the other parts are small enough..."

Roger settled down and looked around.

"I heard that this place is the best, but what you said is not enough."

"Please come with me young guests."

"But I want to remind you in advance that my girls are the deadliest banshees, they will drain every coin of yours, and..."

After a short pause, the woman gave Roger a charming look.

That's not magic, but obviously it's not simple beauty anymore.

Then Roger entered the core area here under the leadership of the woman.

Indeed, as she said, the quality of the girls in the core area is better, whether it is beauty or figure, and more importantly, each of them carries that kind of dangerous atmosphere.

Raising an eyebrow inadvertently makes people want to stop.

"This is different from other places. My girls are wandering throughout the room. You have to be patient and find the one that suits you from the crowd. Believe me, it will take a while, but the process will be wonderful... "

The decoration here is extravagant, and the level of liveliness cannot be compared with the outside, but whether it is tables, chairs, carpets, and murals, they are all very sophisticated. Some of them are old and seem to be made by famous artists.

And their selection process is really interesting. It is said that many people don't know how many girls are in business.

And there is a very strange rule here, they only receive the same customer twice a month at most.

It is said to keep it fresh.

Indeed, as advertised, no one has ever been served by a girl twice.

Of course, the cost here is too expensive.

Roger threw out his wallet, and the woman withdrew with a smile.

But at this moment, he heard a familiar voice coming from the second floor.

"Roger, are you worthy of small eyes?"

Lifting his head, Roger saw Dandrine's slightly proud face.

"Aren't you in Niubao?"

"The thing over there is done, don't change the subject." Dandreen ran downstairs and approached Roger.

"I have been here once a long time ago and I was very impressed, but the consumption here is too expensive, cough cough..."

"So, if you can..."

"no problem."

"I have covered your expenses tonight."

Roger smiled and stretched out three fingers, "Enough?"

Dandrien even hesitated for a moment~lightnovelpub.net~ Although it was overwhelming, I could work hard. "He slammed his arm around Roger's shoulder.

"From today, I will agree to whatever you do."

"Really?" Roger smiled slightly and handed Dandrian a meaningful look.

"No later, I have something for you to help tonight."

Dandrien swallowed, and he felt like a pig who was waiting to be weighed.

"Why, unwilling?" Roger slowly retracted his three fingers.

"No no, you say."

"I will do whatever you say."

Roger beckoned, and Dandreen leaned over. Following Roger's narration, Dandreen's face changed one after another.

But in the end he nodded helplessly, but at this time he looked at Roger with a very weird look.

Not long after he left, Dandrien found three female companions who met his wishes, and then happily settled one of the most luxurious big rooms.

As for Roger, he didn't do anything, he just came to Dandrian's next door, locked the door and closed the window, and waited quietly.

The voice next door quickly became indescribable, but the process was much faster than Roger had imagined. After waiting patiently for a while, he walked to the wall and stretched out his palm.

After a breath, Roger broke into Dandrian's room quietly.

At this moment our bard was lying naked on the bed, beside him, three beautiful girls showed their fangs between their lips.

"No wonder you can only come twice a month."

Roger smiled.

"If you come every day, even a cow will be squeezed dry."

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