The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 131 The time for feasting has come
With the addition of several demon hunters, the monsters on the mountain are in trouble.

What kind of monster could be attacked by four men with legs at the same time?
Basically, it was like cutting melons and vegetables, destroying the monsters' family tree at once.

not only that.

The witchers also discovered the remains of those who died in the siege of Kaer Morhen in the tower, which was no different from the ruins.

Some of them have even become demonic spirits, trapped in the same place for who knows how many years, unable to escape.

The people burned their remains and the belongings that kept them in this world.

Set them free.

A week later.

The monster nests near the castle were finally cleared out, and the harpies circling like vultures were no longer seen in the sky.

Judging from Lambert's expression, he seemed reluctant to leave.

Everyone washed the blood off their coats by the river.

Geralt asked as he sat on a fallen tree trunk, polishing his silver sword.

"When they finish washing the clothes, we will go back together."

Lynn shook his head.

"I'm going somewhere, do you want to come with me?"

Geralt paused in his polishing motion. "Is there any area left to clean?"

"No, it's something else." Lin En glanced at Eskar and Lambert who were standing a little further away. "It's just the two of us going. If they were there, something bad might happen."

Lynn didn't say what they were going to do next.

But Geralt didn't ask.

Because he knew Lin En would not harm him.

So after Eskar and Lambert washed the blood off their clothes, they made up an excuse and walked in opposite directions.

Geralt made many assumptions.

The only thing they didn't expect was that the place they were going to was actually the mountain of trolls.

A rock troll was guarding the mountain and saw the witcher from a distance.

This time, it didn't throw stones, but greeted Lynn and Geralt warmly, friendly, and a little clumsily.

"Witcher, my friend, are we going to pass through the troll's mountain again and go up to the mountain?"

Lynn motioned to Geralt to let him do the talking. "No, I came here just to see you."

The troll scratched his head foolishly.

"See us?"

Obviously, they had never had any relatives or friends visit them except the three of them, so they didn't understand what Lin En meant.

"Yeah, it's not convenient to talk here. Come on, take me to your camp." After a pause, Lin En added, "You wouldn't refuse a friend's request, right?"

The troll nodded.

Then he shook his head again.

He looked at Geralt beside him hesitantly and with some caution.

"You're a friend, so of course it's fine, but he..."

Before Geralt could speak, Lynn spoke first.

"He's my friend, and of course he's also the troll's friend. Just look if you don't believe me."

He turned to Geralt.

"Geralt, you won't hurt these poor, innocent trolls, will you?"

At this moment, Geralt was a little confused.

Even he didn't understand what Lin En was going to do.

However, he still spoke according to his heart.

"As long as they don't harm humans."

Lin En spread his hands and said, "See?"

A silly troll is a silly troll.

I actually believed it.

So it led the way, with Lynn and Geralt following behind.

Glancing at the troll grunting ahead, Geralt couldn't help but ask, "Lin, what are you planning to do?"

“Give them gifts.”

Giving gifts to trolls?

Geralt was suddenly in disarray.

Soon, the troll camp arrived.

It is called a camp, but it is actually inside a cave.

After being attacked by the harpies last year, the rock trolls came up with a good way to restrain the harpies.

That is to set up camp in the cave.

As long as the harpies can't fly, even if all of them join together, they are no match for the trolls.

In the cave, Lynn and Geralt met two other trolls. Trolls were not very smart, and it was useless to talk to them politely, so Lynn chose to get straight to the point.

"Here, this is a gift for you."

With a big wave of his hand, he took out the corpses of the harpies he had killed in the past few days from the magic pattern leather bag and threw them to the ground.

Due to magic, things placed in the magic pattern leather bag will not be affected by the passage of time.

Therefore, even though the bodies of these harpies had been placed in the magic pattern leather bags for several days.

But they haven't rotted yet.

As fresh as if it had just been killed.

The trolls stared at each other with wide eyes: "The witcher gave this meat to the trolls?"

Although the three of them were born and raised in the Blue Mountains, their parents and grandparents moved here from other places.

Their parents had mentioned to them more than once that all races except the trolls were bad and they didn't like the trolls.

Even among trolls, it is hard to talk about harmony.

With the trolls' pitifully poor brain capacity, they cannot understand the meaning of money.

But they know the value of meat.

Without meat, even the strongest troll will become weak.

In the eyes of trolls, meat is more precious than gold.

But now, the witcher took the initiative to give them this precious meat.

"Not only that, let me show you my craftsmanship."

Lynn drew out his silver sword and skillfully ripped open the belly of one of the harpies.

Although there are no skills displayed on the attribute panel, he was actually a top-notch chef in his previous life.

So after coming to this world, he rarely showed this skill in front of others.

Because as long as you show that you can cook, you will have endless dishes to cook every day.

There happened to be a river in the cave.

Lynn was right there by the river, cleaning up the harpy.

Then he snapped his fingers.

Light the fire with the Igni Sign.

Then cut it into four parts and place them on the fire.

While gently turning the meat over, sprinkle the seasoning bought from Novigrad evenly on it.

Soon, the aroma of meat filled the air.

The three-headed troll was drooling at the sight.

"Okay, come and try it."

Lynn signaled them to come up and get it themselves.

The three-headed troll was not polite either.

Each person took one.

Lynn specially baked four portions.

There was one left, and he looked at Geralt.

Geralt shook his head.

I've been a demon hunter for so long and have killed many monsters, but I'm not used to eating monsters yet.

Of course, the same goes for Lynn herself.

So Geralt didn't take it.

He didn't eat it himself.

The remaining portion was also left to the trolls.

The troll's intelligence was not high, and his vocabulary was even smaller. His face flushed with embarrassment, and he could only express his respect for the food he had never seen before by wolfing it down.

"I almost forgot, how can we have meat without wine?"

Lynn waved his hand.

He then took out the Redanian beer he had bought in Novigrad from his magic pattern leather bag.

Geralt was stunned.

He thought he had experienced many ups and downs.

Among the witchers, Geralt is also a very principled person.

He never actively kills harmless monsters.

But even he was not at the point where he could chat with the trolls, hang out with them, drink and eat meat.

After a meal, the relationship between the witcher and the troll was undoubtedly brought closer.

During the banquet, the trolls even patted their chests and promised that if the witchers encountered any trouble in the future, they could just come to them for help.

This is exactly what Lin En wanted.

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