The Void Pathfinder from the Demon Hunter World

Marvin was so disgusted by the shoemaker's disgust that he didn't respond.

The shoemaker poured the gold coins from his boots into his hands, bit them with his teeth to test the quality, and put them in his pocket with satisfaction before lowering his voice and saying, "The one who wants to buy your horse is the vice-captain of the White Rose Knights, Jaques of Aldeburg. The one who is stepping on your horse is a noble lord, and you can't keep your horse."

Puff~, Ned shook his head disdainfully, and a big mist came out of his nostrils.

Marvin didn't say anything.

"Fuck, it seems that you don't believe it? Is there something behind it?" The bald shoemaker looked at Marvin sideways, "Don't think that the deputy leader has no face." He lowered his voice and said, "The leader of the White Rose Knights, Valaris, is in poor health, and now Jaques is in charge. That's a whole knight order, right?" He raised his voice and cursed, "Don't take it lightly!" Marvin thought for a while and asked, "Are you sure it's the White Rose Knights, not the Flaming Rose Knights?" "What the hell is the Flaming Rose... Ugh!" The shoemaker shook his head repeatedly, "Who has ever heard of the shitty Flaming Rose Knights? Anyway, I haven't heard of it." Marvin asked again: "What's the background of the Knights of the White Rose?"

"Hey~" the shoemaker slapped his thigh, "If you ask other stinky shits about this, they definitely won't know."

He pointed his thumb at himself, "I'm Taller, I'm fucking extraordinary, I know!"

The bald shoemaker who called himself Taller said slyly, "There are at least 100 donkeys in that group, and more than 20 of them are knights."

He made a gesture of riding a horse and galloping, and then said, "Not knights on horseback, but fucking titles. Ho~, TUI! At least knights."

Marvin continued to ask, "Are they all Temeria people?"

"That can't be!" The shoemaker waved his hand.

He suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing. A shoemaker couldn't know about other countries. He muttered to cover up, "I don't know."

Marvin was 80% sure that he was the "Spy Taller".

Even if he didn't remember the bald shoemaker who he only met once in the game, he would still remember the spy card in the Gwent card.

The plot of The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt is around 1273, 10 years later than now. A person's appearance cannot remain unchanged for 10 years, and even if they accumulate industry experience for another 10 years, they will not be so immature.

Marvin was very cooperative and did not delve into it. He asked another question: "The Knights must have a purpose, right? What do they usually do?"

The bald shoemaker breathed a sigh of relief and changed the subject: "Yes! They have to protect civilians and fight against bandits and monsters."

"Alas..." The shoemaker sighed and continued: "Nowadays, there are more and more monsters, it's really a ghost! Even monsters appeared near Vizima. Can you believe it? Fuck!"

He moved his butt, leaned close to Marvin and whispered: "But... I saw a girl blushing at night

Marvin threw another 5 florins on the shoe stall and asked the last question: "Where is the headquarters of the Knights?"

...

It is a coincidence that the current headquarters of the Knights of the White Rose is not far from Marvin's home 90 years ago.

That is, the house next to the palace with a large lawn in the backyard.

But it must have changed now, and Marvin has no intention of going back to see it. He has lived there for more time than in the underground secret room of Maribo.

It seems that the power of the Knights of the White Rose is not small to have a headquarters so close to the palace.

Marvin didn't care what the White Rose Knights and the Flaming Rose Knights were related to. Since they had taken the initiative to provoke him, don't blame him for being rude.

Found a bank on Karin Avenue and exchanged all the florins on hand for orens.

Marvin found a busy tavern nearby and waited for Modus to take pictures and meet up, and by the way, try to hear more news in the tavern.

The black unicorn was left outside the tavern, because he didn't like the sour smell in the tavern anyway.

After asking the boss for a glass of Vizima Champion, Marvin sat on the high stool in front of the bar and listened to the gossips of people around him.

Boss: "I heard your daughter got into trouble? What happened?"

Drinker: "Damn... those wicked and shameless Yan Zi's pointy ears!"

Boss: "Don't be angry, don't be angry... Have another drink, I'll buy it."

Drinker: "Fuck, you just laughed at me!"

Boss: "No, no, no, no one can laugh at Uncle Horn..."

Drinker: "Alas... the shitty elf forced Nina to be imprisoned..."

Boss: "Meritelli, the city guards don't care?"

Drinker: "Hey~TUI! It's better to pray to the eternal fire than to rely on those red skins!"

Boss: "Shh... keep your voice down..."

Drinker: "I'm not afraid of anything, I'm not afraid of anything now!... Alas... Nina doesn't dare to go out now."

Boss: "Horn, didn't you try to find the White Flower Knight?"

Drinker: "I did, they were polite, but... that asshole's pointy ears had disappeared a long time ago, damn, he also stole 8 Auren from Nina."

Boss: "The money is lost, it's lost, it's good that the person is fine."

Drinker: "How can you say that the person is fine?"

Boss: "Didn't I just get stabbed a few times? If you want to be more open-minded... Sigh... I remember my father said that when they were young, those with pointed ears and short buttocks were very peaceful and worked honestly. Like now..."

…

At the beginning, King Goydmar listened to Marvin's suggestion to a certain extent, and absorbed some peaceful non-human races, expelled the Ain Siddi elves who hated humans, and added that he had been fighting with the dwarves in the Mahakam Mountains. We got along pretty well. At that time, racial conflicts in Temeria were not acute, and the biggest trouble was probably the monsters in the countryside.

It seems that the successor king has also changed his policy towards non-human races, ha...

Marvin walked to a table against the wall with a mug in his hand, took an apple from Ned's ration, gnawed on it, and continued to listen to the gossip.

Old Man A: "...Hey! Hank, do you still remember the female mage you saw on Carlin Avenue when you were a child? Her breasts were really big and white..."

Old Man B: "It's not that good. It's whiter than my mother-in-law's."

Old Man C: "Young lady is so stinky, how old is your mother-in-law? Now her... has turned into dead cow urine, right? Hahaha..."

Old Man B: “Fuck me, I’ll beat you up!”

Old Man A: "Okay, don't make any noise. How old are each of them... Huh? I said, I haven't seen many master mages in the past ten years, and those beautiful female mages don't come to Vizima anymore." …”

Old Man C: "Hush...I heard that His Majesty Mandel doesn't like mages, especially female mages. Today's Majesty Foltest also..."

Old Man B: "Stop talking, we can't say it anymore. You two, drink and drink..."

In the afternoon a few days ago, Marvin also talked about the relationship between Temeria and the mages when chatting with Teacher Tishaya.

During the reign of King Goidema, the kingdom did absorb some graduates and undergraduates from Arethusa College and Ben Ad'a College.

At that time, Temeria was the most tolerant country to spellcasters among all the northern countries. This naturally has something to do with Marvin.

However, the Mage Legion matter was still not implemented.

The military nobles objected fiercely.

Even the story of magic items being introduced to ordinary people has not been mentioned.

It’s hard to say who made more mistakes among them. The nobles’ rigidity and the mages’ arrogance both accounted for half, and the businessmen’s eagerness for quick success and the mages’ slow development progress also accounted for half.

The magic lamp invented by Marvin has not been popularized yet, and the magic microphone he used has not been improved much, and the communication range is only 120 kilometers.

Later, the radicals among the mages tried to seek greater political status, which completely annoyed the old Majesty Goidema.

Since then, Temeria has gone back to its old ways.

Everyone is independent, has his own ideas, and has his own interests.

Forcibly implementing the New Deal, in other words, is called "reform"!

And no reform is without bloodshed. Reform requires powerful leaders, strong force as support, and the elimination of all interest groups that oppose reform.

And Temeria is not a place suitable for reform. It is in the middle of the northern countries, with the sea to the west, Redania to the north, Kaedwen and Aedirn to the east, and Cintra and Soden to the south.

If we really want to force the reform, it will definitely affect the interests of the upper-class nobles. At that time, Temeria will become a place of four wars. It will be too difficult.

There are also geographical reasons why Nilfgaard was able to successfully reform.

Not only was Nilfgaard richer, but it only had enemies to the north.

Concentrating our efforts to do big things is easy to say but extremely difficult to do. At least few countries in the Earth world can do this. At least countries under the Western system cannot do this. Neither their feudal system nor their boiling system can do it.

When Marvin was thinking wildly, he received a message from Modus, "Boss, it's done, that kid has the same eyes as Geralt!"

Marvin glanced at the photo taken by Modus.

The background is the door of the blacksmith shop. The boss is standing inside the door and roaring. The strong man stands outside the door with his back to the blacksmith shop, trying hard to suppress his anger.

Only then did Modus have the opportunity to take a frontal photo of him with his eyes fully open. They were a pair of yellow-brown cat eyes, a demon hunter.

Marvin: "Meet us."

Before he could read Modus's reply, he heard a loud horse neighing outside the tavern door.

Xilulu...bang, uh...

It's Ned.

Marvin walked out of the tavern quickly.

Ned stood beside the stable angrily, looking across from the manger. There was a man wearing an old leather coat, with a rather vulgar face under his felt hat.

The man in the felt hat was lying on the ground and rolling around, "Oh~, this is some bastard's horse, it's kicking people to death! The horse is kicking people to death!"

Ned had no bridle or reins on his head. He trotted over and said, "He insisted on letting me eat hay and wanted to drag me... so I kicked him lightly."

Marvin touched the unicorn's long face, comforted him and said, "It's okay. It's okay even if you kick it to death."

Marvin ignored the man in the felt hat lying on the ground, walked to the trough, turned to Ned and asked: "Is this the pile he got?"

Sneeze~, Ned nodded.

At this time, there were already a lot of people watching the excitement around.

"Wow! That dark horse can understand human speech..."

"Hey~, what a surprise, Baron Suarez's horse can also understand human speech, it's so smart."

"It's that scoundrel Jia En again. This time it seems he's met with a tough opponent."

"It's hard to say, there's someone behind Jiaen..."

Marvin grabbed a handful of hay from the trough, looked at it carefully, and smelled it again.

There's anesthetic powder!

With his hearing, he could hear the key words in the words of the onlookers clearly.

There's someone behind him, right?

Marvin knew with his ass that this matter was closely related to the White Rose Knights.

He walked to the side of the man in the felt hat, and stepped on his chest without paying any attention to his throwing tantrums.

The kick was quite strong, and the man in the felt hat heard his sternum cracking. He vomited a mouthful of blood and tried to push Marvin's foot away in fear, but he couldn't do it.

Marvin stepped on him and leaned over to ask: "You added anesthetic powder to the hay, right? You little thief is quite rich? Tell me who's behind you?"

"Wow!"... "Oh~~~"... Two different voices rang out in the crowd.

"Stop!"

A city guard in red cotton armor separated the crowd and shouted: "You, a foreigner! You rode a horse to commit a crime and then tried to kill the victim. You have violated the laws of the kingdom..."

It came really fast.

Marvin still had to find Foltest to deliver a letter, and he was too lazy to get involved with rogues and soldiers.

He looked back at the city guards, his eyes lit up with fluorescence, and his mind was bewitched.

The city guards immediately shut up and stood there blankly.

"I saw the light in his eyes, go away, monster?"

"Silly, that's magic, that guy is a wizard..."

"Bullshit, didn't you see the sword hanging on his waist? Have you ever heard of a wizard with a sword?"

"Get out, who said that wizards can't play with swords..."

Marvin put a mind spell on the man in the felt hat under his feet, raised his foot and asked: "Get up. Who ordered you to steal my horse?"

The man in the felt hat stood up stupidly and answered mechanically: "Master Trevor of the White Flower Knights, he said that if I steal your horse and give it to him, I can get 50 orens."

"Wow! ”

“50 Orens… Tsk tsk…”

“See, I told you that the young man is a wizard, but you still don’t believe me…”

“Yeah, you are awesome… Tsk, your magic is really powerful…”

Marvin asked the man in the felt hat again: “What is your relationship with this soldier?”

“How can I have any relationship with the city guard? It was arranged by Master Trevor. He said this is called a back-up plan. If I fail to steal, it will be useful, hehe… Master Trevor is really smart, worthy of being a knight’s squire.”

Marvin turned and left. Ned shook his head, glanced at the scoundrels and soldiers who were still in a daze, and followed.

The crowd watching the excitement immediately separated.

The trouble must be solved from the root, otherwise other people will be tempted by money.

He believed that there must be spies from the White Rose Knights among the people around him. After seeing that he had magical abilities, they should not send minions to deliver food.

Just as Marvin walked out of the crowd, he caught a glimpse of a bald, thin man with a bag on his back running into the alley next to him. Judging from the shape of the bag, it was filled with boots. Hey...

The raven flew down, first landing on Ned's head to comfort his companions, and then landing on Marvin's shoulder and whispering, "Boss, why don't you kill those two guys?"

Marvin said lightly, "Don't worry, find the real owner first, then settle accounts with them..."

At this point, he suddenly stopped talking and looked at the roadside in front of him.

A strange old man with a long beard only on his chin looked at the raven on his shoulder eagerly. After he noticed Marvin's sight, he waved excitedly.

Ha, since entering Vizima, things have happened one after another, which is interesting.

Marvin didn't plan to go to the Vizima Palace today, so he just walked over.

The old man's clothes were still quite decent, with a silk scarf tied around the collar of his striped shirt and a dark green long coat over a brown vest, which looked expensive. But, there were spots of mud of various colors on the coat, and there was a strange smell when you smelled it closely.

Marvin was very familiar with this smell, alchemical clay, he had smelled it a lot in the academy.

The old man stomped his feet and finally waited for someone to come. He reached out to pull Marvin's arm, but failed.

He whispered anxiously: "Don't be nervous, good things are coming, good things are coming. Come here, come quickly..."

Marvin didn't feel any danger and followed him to the side of the road.

"This..." The old man pointed at the raven on Marvin's shoulder and asked in a low voice, "Is this a puppet? Don't deny it, I have been a puppet for more than 20 years, you can't fool me, this is definitely not a bird!"

"You are the puppet, your whole family is puppets!" Modus argued in a low voice.

"Huh?" The old man was stunned, "It, it, it... it can talk?"

Sneeze~, Ned laughed at the side.

The old man swallowed his saliva, his eyes brightened, he looked up at the raven, and muttered to himself: "I can't feel the magic circuit, nor any magic fluctuations... What's the principle?"

"Sell it?" The old man stared at Marvin, stretched out five fingers, "5000 Orens. Oh no..." Five fingers turned into one, "Ten thousand Orens!"

...

(I have always remembered the favors of several readers, thank you for your continued support. I will save some more manuscripts and repay you one by one. Boss Gao bows to you, wait a few more days.)