The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 132 I remembered an old friend

They sent meat and wine to the trolls.

Lynn's purpose was naturally to make friends with the trolls and win them over.

As we all know, humans are the most fickle people.

Always saying one thing and doing another, and sometimes a third.

In comparison, non-human races are relatively straightforward.

But that's only relative to humans.

Even though elves and dwarves have long lifespans and live longer than humans, their wisdom does not increase with age.

They will also be dazzled by the slogan of so-called "freedom".

Trolls are the kind of creatures that are too stupid to even think of betrayal.

It is the best choice for bodyguards and guards.

Lin En will definitely need them in the future.

Therefore, there are only benefits and no harm in having good relations with them.

In the days that followed, the witchers in Kaer Morhen Castle, having nothing else to do, also joined in the work of repairing the castle.

Of course, Lambert's complaints were inevitable.

But complaints are complaints.

What needs to be done must be done.

In this way, time passed slowly.

……

In mid-February, the ice and snow melted.

The warm wind blowing from the southern mountain pass blew the snowflakes away without a trace.

The ice and snow are melting faster this year than in previous years.

Outside the valley, there is a scene full of vitality and everything is flourishing.

In the valley, Kaer Morhen Castle has been completely transformed.

Many of the gaps in the city wall have been refilled.

Some other areas have been reinforced.

Although it will take some time to fully repair it.

But that’s okay.

After all, the contract Lin En signed with them would not expire until the winter of this year (1251).

Kaer Morhen is covered in snow every winter.

In other words, the dwarves will not actually leave until this time next year... that is, the spring of 1252 (although it will delay the dwarves for a few months, the compensation they should pay will not be reduced at all).

There is still enough time to renovate and reinforce the entire Kaer Morhen.

The dwarves did not leave, and Vesemir stayed too.

It's not just him.

He also asked Eskar and Lambert to stay with him.

It’s not that I’m worried about Yarpan, Zoltan and the others.

But the dwarves' work still requires the guidance of professionals.

This castle is the witcher's base camp after all, not Mahakam.

As for Lynn, Geralt, and Berengar, they traveled together.

Let's leave Kaer Morhen together.

While still in Kaer Morhen, Berengar joined in the renovation work as soon as his injuries healed and he was able to get out of bed.

It's just that he intentionally or unintentionally kept a distance from everyone else.

In this regard, everyone chose to remain silent out of understanding.

Even Lambert, who had always complained about Berengar's absence, shut up when Berengar actually returned to Kaer Morhen.

Although the dwarves were bold, unruly, and unconcerned with details, they saw the atmosphere and did not come to disturb Berengar.

Berengar had previously agreed to accept Lynn's recruitment.

Now that Lynn was leaving Kaer Morhen, he naturally followed closely behind.

No one spoke along the way, it was very silent.

It would be fine if it wasn't a long distance, but Novigrad is so far away, wouldn't it be suffocating if we didn't talk?
Lynn then broke the silence. "Geralt, have you decided where to go? If not, why not come with me to Novigrad?"

Lin En is now so poor that he only has money left.

By the time Berengar's blacksmith shop opens, the money from making equipment alone will be enough to support the three witchers.

Isn’t this better than running errands for the troublemakers?

Although the tradition of witchers does not emphasize that witchers are not allowed to do business.

But tradition does say that a witcher should make a living by hunting monsters.

A moving tree can bring life to a dead person.

Witchers are almost extinct, so why cling to tradition?

Maybe Geralt himself didn't care.

But Lynn really didn't want to see his good brother risking his life just for the meager income of half a crown for a water ghost's head.

There was no way around it before.

But that's different now.

The magic pattern leather bag contains the treasures obtained from the elven ruins, as well as the people's wealth that Prince Adrien has plundered over the years.

I dare not say anything else.

At least it is possible to help my brothers.

"No, thank you for your kindness." Geralt glanced at Lynn and could see the other person's intentions from his eyes.

He shook his head and said with regret, "But I already promised someone last year, so it's hard to refuse."

"Can you tell me what it is?"

Lynn didn't want to pry into other people's backgrounds.

But I feel really bored now.

Chatting for a while can also make time pass faster.

Besides, what if Geralt needs help?

"Of course, there's nothing to hide. Do you know the name Carolina Roberta?"

"The Duchess who rules Toussaint?"

This time it was Geralt's turn to be surprised. "You knew that, too?"

Lynn nodded.

But he didn't know much about this name.

All we know is that Carolina Roberta was the grandmother of Anna Henrietta, the future Duchess who ruled Toussaint, and Silvia Anna, who caused chaos in Beauclair.

Beyond that, he didn't know.

It’s not that he can’t remember things, it’s just that it’s not written in the script.

Where does he know where to go?
"What mission did the Duchess assign you?"

Lin En suddenly thought of an old friend and the romantic affairs that would happen in the future with Carloberta's granddaughter.

So he jokingly said, "She doesn't really want the witcher to find a prince on a white horse for her granddaughter, does she?"

"Yes, a prince on a white horse," Geralt joked, "I think you're quite suitable, Lynn. Whether it's your looks or your figure, the ladies will scream when they see you."

"Although your mount is a black steed, who says a prince can't ride a black horse? As long as you change your clothes, who will be able to tell if you are a prince?"

"If it succeeds, don't forget to pay me."

Lynn winked at him.

"Okay, then I'll reward you with a manor. If you have a manor that produces wine, you won't have to eat the heads of water ghosts anymore. Isn't that wonderful?"

The two of them were talking and laughing, and for a moment the air was filled with joy.

At this moment, Lynn noticed that Berengar, who was following them for some distance, had a tense expression on his face.

It was as if this joyful atmosphere had nothing to do with him.

"Berengar, why aren't you laughing? Don't you think it's funny?"

"Hahaha." Berengar made a sound like a stick.

Lynn immediately covered her eyes.

"Damn it! You're not the guy that Vesemir brought from the Bear School."

(End of this chapter)