The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 129 Everyone has a bright future

Lynn poked her head out of the kitchen and glanced out at the hall.

Then he returned to the kitchen and asked in confusion, "It's just the two of us, where are the others?"

"Eskal and Lambert went out to collect the stone and wood needed to repair the castle. When I came back, I was wondering how they became nature's transporters."

"As for Vesemir, he stayed outside with the dwarves, instructing them on what to do."

"After all, dwarves are too short. Without Vesemir, simply asking them to consider things from a human perspective would be a bit too difficult for them."

Lynn nodded and prepared to go out to help after having breakfast.

"Bring out the rest and we'll eat outside."

Geralt made baked apples, bread, and baked fish.

It wasn't a big meal, but it was enough to fill their stomachs.

The two sat at the empty long table and ate voraciously.

Geralt picked up the beer and poured Lynn a full glass.

He looked at the young witcher and asked, "I heard Berengar has returned?"

Lynn thanked him and took a sip of beer to moisten his throat.

"If he hadn't woken up in the middle of the night and sneaked away, he would be lying upstairs right now."

Geralt raised an eyebrow. "He's finally back, though he might not want to return to a home where the door is always open to him."

Lynn thought for a moment.

I think it’s better not to answer.

After that, neither Lynn nor Geralt spoke again.

Just busy dealing with the remaining food on the plate.

In addition to eating, Lin En's mind was also busy.

In fact, Lynn knew why Berengar was reluctant to return to Kaer Morhen for so long.

No one from the Wolf School treated him badly.

But he hated his identity as a witcher.

Maybe even more disgusted than Lambert.

Of course, this is actually normal.

In reality, how many people like their jobs?
Let’s not talk about others, let’s talk about Lin En herself.

When I was in elementary school in my previous life, my classmates’ ideal was to become an astronaut, an engineer, a general, or a captain.

As a result, when they grew up, some of my classmates went to work in factories, while others did dustbin work.

Everyone has a bright future.

But even if you don’t like your job, what can you do?
In order to live and support my family, I have to endure and continue working in a job I don't like.

Everyone is like this.

But Berengar's situation is a little more special.

Because he did not choose the identity of a demon hunter.

He longed to marry, have children, and make a few good friends like a normal person.

But the identity of a demon hunter took away these possibilities.

He hated the hostility of the world and hated the injustice he suffered as a witcher.

That's why he chose to leave Kaer Morhen and didn't come back for so long.

Lin En swept away all the food on his plate like a whirlwind.

"Is there anything left in the kitchen? I'll bring some for Berengar as well."

Geralt nodded. "I made an extra one for him. You can take it up to him."

So Lynn went to the kitchen, took the food left for Berengar, and went upstairs to Berengar's bedroom.

He knocked on the door.

But there was no response.

He simply opened the door and walked in.

Berengar did not leave. Instead, he lay on his side, his back facing the door.

He didn't move until Lynn came in.

It seems that he is still not awake.

Lynn gently placed the plate of food on the table.

Then he removed the bandage he had applied last night and checked the injury.

The recovery effect of the high-grade white Lafard decoction is indeed more than one level higher than that of the swallow potion.

Even though the wound was bandaged and treated just last night, it has already shown signs of improvement.

Lynn put on a new, clean bandage, re-bandaged it, and then left.

During the whole process, Berengar kept his eyes tightly closed.

Before leaving, Lynn glanced at Berengar again.

The latter still did not move.

He seems to be still in a coma.

But he forgot that Lynn was also a demon hunter.

Lin En could still tell whether he was really unconscious or just pretending to be asleep.

So Lynn leaned against the door, as if talking to Berengar on the bed.

It's like talking to himself.

"I know a dwarf banker in Novigrad. Although everyone says that bankers have no heart, they are even more heartless and heartless than us witchers."

"But the dwarf banker I know is actually quite nice."

"It just so happens that I have some money on hand, and I plan to ask him to help me find a suitable place to open a blacksmith shop."

Lynn glanced at Berengar lying on the bed.

The latter's body moved slightly.

It seemed as if he was influenced by what Lin En had just said.

Lynn pretended not to notice and continued speaking.

"But there's one problem: I don't know how to forge iron. Of course, witchers have a long lifespan, so we can all learn if we're willing. Practice makes perfect."

"But I also don't want to be in a hot smithy all day."

"Similarly, I don't like beating around the bush, so I'll just speak my mind."

"Berengar, will you come and work for me?"

"The Blacksmith Guild's license, the rent for the blacksmith shop, the cumbersome procedures at the City Hall, and taxation issues—all of these will be handled by me."

"And there is only one thing you need to do, and that is to forge swords. Make as many swords as possible, and as many better ones as possible."

"That way, you won't have to endure the world's discrimination and malice for a few crowns. What do you think?"

How should we evaluate Berengar?
Although he escaped his duties as a witcher, he still did not forget Vesemir's teachings.

Especially in terms of ideology and morality.

In fact, it’s just like there was a joke in the previous life, which goes, “The ways to make money are all written in the criminal law.”

In this world, if a person is willing to let go of his conscience, he will not be like Berengar, who is both miserable and entangled.

But it was precisely because of this that Lin En was willing to recruit him and give him a chance.

So as to prevent the other party from slowly sliding into the abyss like in another world line.

Hearing the olive branch thrown by Lynn, Berengar on the bed finally moved.

He turned around and sat up in bed.

His movements affected the wound, causing him to grimace.

"Is everything you just said true?"

Berengar couldn't believe that such a good thing would happen to him.

It wasn't that he doubted that Lynn was making fun of him.

He simply felt that Lin En didn't have that much money at all, and that he was just saying those words to comfort him.

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(End of this chapter)