Kiriman's sudden insertion into the battlefield made the atmosphere freeze for an instant.
His tall and burly physique, arrogant and confident attitude, high-quality dragon leather armor that clearly wasn't cheap, and his reputation as a Witcher made everyone present regard him highly, knowing he was definitely not soone to be trifled with.
Perhaps in the minds of many northern peasants, Witchers were dirty freaks, disgusting mutants, creatures different from humans.
But anyone with normal intelligence, even a three-year-old child, knew that Witchers were sword masters capable of fighting terrifying monsters. At least in terms of combat ability, no one dared to look down on Witchers.
Of course, except for certain idiots with low intelligence.
When they saw Witcher Kiriman make his appearance, many people's eyes lit up, and hope reignited in their hearts.
At least compared to those untrustworthy bandits, Witchers could definitely be considered honorable n who kept their promises.
The fat rchant Radovid, as the rchant Guild leader whose wealth rivaled nations, actually didn't care about that small amount of money at all. And as a Nilfgaardian spy chief operating undercover in the Kingdom of Teria, he was certainly not a cowardly or weak man.
However, to maintain his disguise, Radovid took out a silk handkerchief, sowhat awkwardly wiped the sweat from his forehead, and tentatively called out to Kiriman:
"Mister Witcher, six hundred Orens is still a bit too much."
"How about this—I'll give you four hundred Orens as paynt, plus a bottle of Toussaint fine wine. How does that sound?"
"I brought many Toussaint wines with this shipnt—rich aroma and exquisite taste, absolutely worth more than the price."
"If you buy in bulk, there's even a twenty percent discount."
Kiriman chuckled upon hearing this.
Toussaint wine was indeed excellent—he'd heard drunkards praise it many tis, though he'd never actually tasted it himself.
Just as he was thinking about starting so bargaining, the Salamander Gang bandits couldn't take it anymore. A bald, bearded bandit leader cursed at Kiriman:
"Goddamn Witcher, you're looking down on us too much!"
"Thinking you can take on fifteen of us alone?"
"Do you think we're stray dogs by the roadside?"
"Damn it, I think you're looking for death! I'll cut off your head and use it as tonight's chamber pot!"
After saying this, he charged forward with three or four bandits, while the others remained to guard against the civilians and rchant caravan, not moving recklessly.
This division of forces suited Kiriman perfectly.
He couldn't be bothered to bargain anymore either, drawing his Viper steel sword with one hand. To avoid his precious mount getting accidentally injured, he leaped directly from his steed while rapidly gathering magic power in his left hand, unleashing an Igni Magic Sign head-on.
Since few people knew about Witchers' combat thods, and many didn't even know Witchers could use magic signs, it often achieved surprising, imdiately victorious results.
This ti was no exception.
The bandit leader and his n thought their martial prowess and nurical advantage would intimidate the Witcher facing them.
But when they charged forward, what greeted them was intense flas.
The flas covering several ters ahead possessed extrely destructive power, instantly igniting their clothes and body hair, setting them ablaze.
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Several bandits quickly lost combat capability after being set on fire, could only hug their burning bodies and roll on the ground, trying to extinguish the high temperatures.
Unfortunately, this was all in vain—the Witcher moving in for the kill gave them no chance to stand again, rcilessly slitting their throats or piercing their hearts with sharp blades.
In just over ten seconds, he had eliminated the four enemies who tried to attack him.
But what surprised Kiriman next was that after he swiftly killed four bandits and used his exquisite sword skills to easily cut down two more bandits while surrounded by seven or eight robbers...
The Salamander Gang bandits actually fled with speed even he found hard to react to, scattering in panic and escaping completely.
Holy shit, was that necessary?
Weren't you still have more than half your n left? Why run away? Keep fighting!
Kiriman ntally complained, but his face maintained a calm expression as he used an enemy corpse to wipe the blood from his Viper steel sword, then looked calmly at the crowd.
But thinking about it, it made sense.
In previous battles, he had always launched sneak attacks, eliminating all enemies before they could react, never giving them chance to escape.
This wasn't a ga—in reality, when casualties reach one-third, forces typically collapse completely.
They were just gang mbers transford from street thugs—expecting them to have courage to fight to the last man was asking too much of them.
Kiriman ntally chuckled, then looked at fat rchant Radovid in the crowd, rubbing his fingers together in a money-demanding gesture, saying:
"The commission is completed. So Mister Radovid, it's ti to pay my reward."
"Let state clearly in advance—I have several precedents of eliminating employers who tried to renege on paynt!"
"You should think carefully before making your choice."
Radovid's persona wasn't that of a brave rchant, and upon hearing the Witcher's threat, his entire body of fat trembled in fear.
He pretended to awkwardly glance left and right at his guards, then reluctantly took out four hundred Orens in gold coins and a bottle of what appeared to be quite high-end red wine, handing them to Kiriman.
Before leaving, he still hypocritically introduced himself and invited Kiriman to visit his dock, saying he wanted to hire him to clear out monsters there.
Vizima hadn't seen any Witchers for several years. Although protected by military forces, many monsters had bred in areas the military couldn't cover, urgently needing Witchers' help.
Kiriman nodded, promising to visit soon, then watched the rchant caravan depart.
As for those civilians without children, they had already slipped away during his conversation with fat rchant Radovid, not even leaving a word of thanks.
They seed terribly afraid of getting involved in any conflict between the Salamander Gang and the Witcher.
Now only the young boy Alvin, his adoptive mother Caroline, and the young dical student girl Shani remained waiting.
They had stayed solely to express gratitude to the Witcher.
If Kiriman hadn't appeared, Shani, Alvin, and Caroline would most likely have fought desperately.
After all, whether it was the beautiful young girl, the young married woman, or the child Alvin—if they fell into the Salamander Gang's hands, so tragic fate likely awaited them.
Perhaps in their hearts, they were also marveling at their good fortune and the Goddess of Destiny's favor.
Yet similar to their feelings, when Kiriman introduced himself and got to know the three before him, he couldn't help but feel so emotion.
The gears of fate might truly have started turning, becoming unpredictable.
Whether it was the red-haired girl Shani before him or the young boy Alvin born with the blood of ancient power...
Clearly, according to the ga's storyline, these important characters shouldn't appear until a year later.
How had they encountered him, this Witcher outside fate's design, so soon?
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