The Witcher World: The Path to Domination Begins in Velen

Chapter 80 The Marquis Heinkel's Residence

Chapter 81 The Marquis Heinkel's Residence

Ron, not wanting to look at the priest any longer, turned and left with Geralt.

"Thank you," Geralt said softly as he walked beside him. "I didn't expect you to speak up for me."

Ron patted the sword at his waist. "It's nothing, just telling the truth. It's just that my impression of the Eternal Flame is even worse now. These lunatics who incite hatred with their faith will cause big trouble sooner or later."

Henkell's house was located at the end of a quiet street, and the paint on the exterior walls had peeled off, making it look dilapidated.

Geralt looked around and couldn't help but remark, "This doesn't look like a marquis's mansion; it looks more like a beggar's shack."

Pushing open the dilapidated wooden door, the two went upstairs. The Witcher picked up a letter and looked at it. "There's a secret room. The password is Ciri's birthday. This must be a letter left by Dandelion."

Geralt turned and walked to the wine cabinet next door, reached out and turned on a bottle of red wine covered in dust. A mechanism was triggered, and a door leading to a secret room was revealed in the wall.

The secret room was filled with things. On the old desk inside, there were messy manuscripts spread out, and in the corner was a half-empty bottle of pterosaur oil.

A letter lay on the chair beside him. Geralt picked it up, glanced at it, and handed it to Ron. "This is from Dudu to Ciri."

Who is Dudu?

"My friend Dandelion's friend, a kind shapeshifter," Geralt folded the letter and put it away. "Dudu said the treasure was stolen by Mange, and Dandelion was also captured."

"Manji?" A name flashed through Ron's mind: "The leader of the temple guards, Caleb Manji?"

Gerald nodded, about to speak, when his ears suddenly twitched slightly. "There are footsteps downstairs, several people."

Ron was silent for a moment. "Let's go down and take a look."

The two quickly went down the stairs. Ron had already drawn his sword halfway out, ready to unsheathe it at any moment. Just as they reached the living room, they saw the front door being pushed open.

Dixcher's massive body squeezed in, with a young woman standing beside him. Her long red hair fell over her shoulders, and she wore a dark travel robe. She had a curvaceous figure and a few small freckles on her cheeks.

"Dikoscher, what brings you here?" Geralt's gaze lingered on the sorceress for a moment upon seeing the newcomer. "And Triss with you."

Dixter waved his hand, forcing a smile on his chubby face. "Because I think we need someone who knows a bit about magic. I'm curious to know what those runes on the bomb fragments mean."

Geralt turned to Triss. "So, you'd like to know too, Triss?"

Triss tucked a stray hair behind her ear and said calmly, "No, I'm here to make money."

"Haha, look at what you're saying," Dikoscher laughed. "Anyone who didn't know better would think Meligold was a money-grubbing idiot. Actually, Triss is doing this for her ideal. She needs a large sum of money to send her mage companions out of the city, and I can only help her realize this ideal by finding the treasure. It's that simple."

Geralt sighed. "Then you can consider how to help Triss achieve her dream, because I've already figured out who took your treasure."

Dixter's eyebrows shot up. "Wow, that's great news, so which son of a bitch is it?"

"The leader of the temple guards, Caleb Mangi."

Upon hearing the name, Dixter's smile froze instantly, his eyes darting around as if he were rapidly weighing the pros and cons in his mind, before he slowly nodded.

"That's certainly possible. Mangi's been spending money like water lately; as far as I know, he probably doesn't have much money left in his pocket."

He turned to Triss, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery, "Now things are much better, Merigold. You can make money and get revenge at the same time. That madman Mangi burned quite a few of your sorcerer friends to death."

Dixter rubbed his hands together and looked at the Witcher. "Geralt, could you tell me the details of what happened? I'm really interested."

Geralt paused for a moment, his eyes darting away slightly, clearly considering how to come up with a plausible excuse to cover up the matter of Dudu and Dandelion.

"Ron," Ron's deep voice echoed in the living room, "Do you think this is important? If we know who took it, we can just go and take it back."

Dixter turned his head and gave Ron a deep look. He was a smart man and immediately understood the warning in Ron's words.

He pondered for a moment and nodded: "Since you said it's not important, then I will naturally value my partner's opinion."

"As long as the treasure is found, I won't ask about anything else."

He turned his gaze back to Geralt. "Geralt, you and Triss help me find Mange and ask where my treasure is. I heard that guy's been spending every night at the witch hunters' camp lately."

"And what about you?" Geralt countered, "Stay home and count on your fingers?"

"Oh, baby, that's called making the best use of people," Dixter said matter-of-factly, spreading his hands.

"I think you're just afraid of him, aren't you?"

Dixter waved his hand dismissively. "That guy's a rabid dog's offspring. Who wouldn't be afraid? Ask Triss if you don't believe me, and see if she's scared."

Triss bit her lower lip and did not refute.

"Dickscher is an investor who is very good at using relationships to make exchanges and achieve win-win results. What he fears most are unruly religious fanatics," Ron said calmly, leaning against the stair railing.

"However, coincidentally, there happens to be someone here who is very good at dealing with these mad dogs," he said, staring into Dicoscher's eyes.

"Furthermore, isn't it a bit far-fetched to send a witch hunter and a sorceress into a witch hunter's lair to search for your treasure?"

Dicoscher clasped his hands together in front of his chest, a fawning smile plastered on his face. "Then you must have a better plan, right? I'm all ears."

"I'll let you know the day before the operation," Ron said firmly. "You'll be responsible for getting through to the city guards and diverting all the patrols near the witch hunter camp. It won't take long, an hour should be enough. With your connections in Novigrad, that shouldn't be difficult, right?"

"No problem, no problem, this is easy," Dixter nodded.

"I'll dispatch several squads of standing troops. Geralt will take Triss to the witch hunters, pretending to collect the sorceress's bounty. Once the gates open, I'll lead the army in, slaughter all the witch hunters, and bring Mange to you."

Ron turned his gaze to Geralt. "Of course, there's a small problem. The troops I sent to clear the underground passages haven't arrived yet, Geralt. Why don't we go ahead and clear out the monsters in the passages beforehand? That way, we'll save time."

Geralt and Triss exchanged a glance and nodded. "This plan sounds pretty feasible, at least much more feasible than the two of us breaking into the witch hunters' lair."

"Oh, no problem, no problem, then I'll wait for your news." Dicoscher rubbed his chubby hands together, his face shaking with laughter.

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