Bab 667: Swindler

Several minutes before.

CLICK! Roberta's door opened, and a man walked in, "Is anyone here?" He said with a smile.

"Yes!" A woman replied, walking to the counter and gently bowing, "Welcome, how may I help you?"

"Ho," The man smiled, stroking his chin, "A beautiful new girl? I'm used to seeing Roberta or Geralt here,"

She giggled, "Beautiful, come on."

Sir Geralt is currently sick, and his daughter Roberta has some business to handle. He hired me to attend to the shop in their absence.

"Of my!" The man held his chest, "Is he all right? Can I see him?"

"I don't know about that." She shook her head, "Tell me your name, and I'll ask him if he can see you."

"He's sick, then no need to ask him to come down. Let him rest," The man smiled, "Just tell him Johan came to visit,"

"Got it," She rushed up the stairs and informed Geralt.