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

Unfolding the letter, Ciri's handwriting was clearly stretched, and she was clearly well educated in this regard.

"First of all, I'll tell you the good news that on the last day before leaving, I had a tie with Lambert, and he kept muttering that I was agile like a wild cat."

"Haha, you should have stayed there and looked at his expression, I know he didn't give it his all, but if it wasn't for the lack of your last period of training, if you could stay, then I would have beaten him."

"I left Kylemohan with Geralt and Trissy, and they took me to a strange place, like a temple, where I was going to live with a lot of girls."

"Then they left me together and handed me over to a nasty brunette woman."

"You must have heard her name, Yennefer, this woman is arrogant and domineering, I don't like her at all, I don't know how Geralt tolerates her strong personality."

"Life here is monotonous and boring, I basically don't have time to practice swords, I don't like this kind of life, I hope you can continue to guide me, because you told me that power will not be a burden on me, I have to learn to control it."

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

"Ciri."

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

After leaving Novigre, Roger has traveled to some places and found some good guards, but these people can only be considered good hands, and they are still far from Roger's goal.

He had a suitable candidate in mind, but the whereabouts of that guy were erratic, and he went to several places in a row, and finally found some vague clues.

All the information comes together and points to the same place.

Looking up at the three-story building in front of him, this building was also second to none in the trade area of Vigema.

Usually it is closed during the day, and it is only after nightfall that the doors are wide open and noble merchants pour in with their money.

They rushed in with great interest, and came out in a state of despair, leaving behind the gold coins in the money bag and the essence in their bodies.

Queen of the Night.

"Red light district."

Roger glanced at the plaque, pushed the door open and jumped off, and before he could get closer, an attendant took the initiative to greet him.

The road was lined with flowers, the heavy carpet spread far from the doorway, and laughter came from the room, and Roger tossed a gold coin as a tip, and then stepped into the hall.

"Handsome guest, you will always remember this night in ten years' time, because there is no better place to enjoy everything that can be enjoyed in the world."

A flamboyantly dressed woman strode towards Roger.

"Whatever you're into, you'll find the best here."

She put her hand on Roger's shoulder, and the aggressive perfume came to her nose, and the woman leaned close to Roger's ear.

"What age do you like?"

"Is there a requirement for skin color?"

"Humans or elves?"

"If you like hardcore, dwarves and halflings can do the same, although dwarves can have a bit of a beard, but they don't have the same feeling as humans......"

"And if it's a halfling, the soles of their feet are a little bigger, but the other parts are small enough......"

Roger froze, his eyes looking around.

"I've heard it's the best, but that's not enough."

"Please come with me, young guest."

"But I have to warn you beforehand that my girls are the deadliest banshees, and they will drain every coin of you, as well as ......"

After a slight pause, the woman handed Roger a seductive look.

That's not magic, but it's clearly not simply beautiful anymore.

Then the woman led Roger into the core area of the place.

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

An inadvertent raise of eyebrows makes people want to stop.

"It's different here than anywhere else, my girls roam the room, you have to be patient and find the right one for you from the crowd. Trust me, it will take a little time, but it's going to be wonderful......"

The decoration here is extravagant, and the liveliness cannot be compared with the outside, but whether it is the tables, chairs, carpets, or murals, they are all very elegant, and some of them are old, and they seem to be from the hands of famous artists.

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

And there's a weird rule here that they only serve the same customer twice a month at most.

It is said to be to keep things fresh.

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

Of course, the cost here is also ridiculously expensive.

Roger threw out his money bag, and the woman smiled and retreated.

And just then, he heard a familiar voice from the second floor.

"Roger, are you worthy of the little eyes by doing this?"

Looking up, Roger saw Dandrien's slightly smug face.

"Aren't you in Cowcastle?"

"That's done over there, don't change the subject." Dandrion staggered downstairs and approached Roger.

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

"So, if you can ......"

"No problem."

"I've covered your expenses for tonight."

Roger smiled and stretched out three fingers, "Is it enough?" ”

Dandrion hesitated.

"It's a bit overwhelming, but I can work on it." He threw his arms around Roger's shoulders.

"From today onwards, I promise whatever you do."

"Really?" Roger smiled and handed Dandrion a meaningful look.

"Don't do it later, I have something to ask you for help with tonight."

Dandrion swallowed and foamed, feeling like a pig waiting to be weighed.

"What, don't want to?" Roger slowly withdrew his three outstretched fingers.

"No, no, you say."

"I'll do whatever you say."

Roger beckoned, Dandrion leaned over, and as Roger narrated, Dandrien's face changed one after another.

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

Not long after leaving, Dandrion found three female companions who matched his heart, and then happily settled on the most luxurious of them.

As for Roger, he didn't do anything but come next door to Dandrien, lock the door and close the window, and waited quietly.

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

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

And now our bard was lying naked on the bed, and beside him, three beautiful girls bared 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."

The remaining chapter will be filled in tomorrow, I'm going to hand in my homework,

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Goodbye guys.

(End of chapter)