The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 133 Is the friend you are talking about you yourself?

Chapter 133 Is the friend you are talking about you yourself?
"You mean, Duchess Carloberta was assassinated?"

After chatting, we got down to business.

Toussaint has always had a habit of using abbreviations.

Carolina Roberta's shortened name is Car Roberta.

Just like Anna Henrietta is called Annarietta, and Sylvia Anna is called Sianna.

"That's what the Knight Errant who commissioned me told me."

"The Duchess who ruled Toussaint was assassinated at the beginning of last year. Although she survived, she fell into a coma. The palace searched for a good doctor, but doctors came and went, but none of them could help her."

"So some people suspected that the Duchess's coma might be due to a curse."

After hearing what Geralt said, Lynn frowned slightly.

"Curse? That's not right. I remember Toussaint had a court sorcerer. Could it be that even they can't do anything about it?"

If he remembered correctly, there were at least two court sorcerers in Toussaint.

One of them is also a distant cousin of Anarietta and Sianna.

Witchers aren't the only ones who possess the knowledge to remove curses.

Some warlocks even have more knowledge in this area than demon hunters.

After all, they are both professions that can live for hundreds of years. Warlocks are not like demon hunters, who spend most of their time in the countryside and can hardly make ends meet.

Although not all sorcerers can find jobs like court advisors, at least they can have enough food and clothing.

They have plenty of time to study.

Therefore, Lynn found it very strange.

We already have two court sorcerers, so why do we need to find a witcher?
Could this be some kind of palace conspiracy?

As we all know, demon hunters are natural assassins.

Their physical fitness already exceeds that of ordinary humans.

The endless variety of magic potions and alchemical bombs further enhances their combat effectiveness.

Although the seals they use are simple, they are fast and flexible.

All of the above are what make demon hunters stronger than human assassins.

Of course, if a team of demon hunters is formed, it will also be able to unleash terrifying power.

You don't even need an entire army of witchers, just a commando unit full of them.

If we join the battle at a critical moment, we will definitely be able to turn the tide of the battle.

Of course, this is another topic and I won’t elaborate on it here.

Geralt agreed.

"Yes, I thought so too. That's why I didn't agree to the knight's request immediately. Instead, I returned to Kaer Morhen first."

"However, it's been about half a year now. If there really was some kind of political turmoil brewing in Toussaint's court, it should have subsided by now."

Toussaint...

Lynn looked up at the sky.

That may be the last pure land on this continent.

It's like a dreamlike utopia.

It is one of the few safe havens where witchers are treated with kindness and respect.

There, the people live and work in peace and contentment; the Knights-Errant punish evil and promote good in the name of the Duchess...

Everything looks so beautiful and romantic.

It seems to exist only in fairy tales.

But Lynn knew.

That seemingly utopia-like place is actually built on a false peace.

It looks beautiful, but it is actually fragile.

The Duchy of Toussaint is a vassal state of the Nilfgaardian Empire.

The country had no army, and the lower classes were under no obligation to provide military service to the Duchess.

Therefore, maintaining stability and law and order within the Principality can only rely on the elite but small number of Knights-Errant and the Principality Guard.

With such an armed force, there is certainly no problem in fighting against the bandits and robbers who invade the Duchy of Toussaint.

But if the invader is a country, I'm afraid...

During the Second Northern War, the Nilfgaardian army conquered the Kingdom of Aedirn in less than twenty days.

If Aedirn was replaced by Toussaint, it might not even last twenty minutes.

Toussaint's beauty and ideals were obtained at the cost of outsourcing its national defense to Nilfgaard.

But what if one day, the Emperor of Nilfgaard decided to revoke the privileges granted to the Principality? As the saying goes, dignity lies only on the edge of the sword.

This kind of behavior of placing hope for peace on the kindness of others...

Lynn really couldn't agree more.

"Well, what were you thinking about just now?" Geralt noticed that Lynn had been looking up at the sky.

He thought there was something in the sky.

So he also looked up at the sky.

The result is nothing.

"Nothing much. By the way, have you and that knight agreed on a meeting place?"

"A village called Midcorps in the Velen province of Temeria."

Lynn's eyelids twitched.

Geralt really knows how to choose a place.

Why choose Weiren when there are so many options?

That shabby place of Willen is incredibly poor.

The only entertainment for the locals is to show their teeth to the water ghosts that roam in the jungles and swamps.

"Why did you choose to meet there?" Lynn looked at Geralt in confusion.

The latter sighed.

"Well, this is a long story."

Lin En smiled and said, "Then let's talk slowly. We still have a long way to go."

……

A month later.

Lynn, Geralt, and Berengar finally set foot on the land of Novigrad after a long journey.

At this time, Novigrad had not yet been poisoned by Radovid's radical and extreme ideas.

Even though it is illuminated by the light of the eternal fire, it is still just a faint flame.

It is completely incomparable to what will happen in ten or twenty years.

Therefore, when the guards at the city gate saw the three witchers riding into the city, they simply looked away.

Everyone knows that all the witchers are extremely poor and there is nothing you can do to benefit from them.

But he is quite good at using a sword.

You have to pick the soft persimmons, right?
Therefore, there was no need to even come up to cause trouble.

"I've rented a villa in the upper city. You can go to my house and wait there first. I'll come find you when I'm done with Vivaldi Bank."

There was a lot of noise as the three of them were surrounded by a crowd of people.

Lynn had to raise his voice so that Geralt and Berengar could hear him.

Berengar nodded.

But Geralt said.

"I don't have to. Do you know where the best brothel in town is?"

"I'm sorry, I have very high standards in this area and have never been there."

Lin En said expressionlessly, "But I heard from a friend of mine that Passiflora, next to the St. Gregory Bridge in the upper town, is the best brothel in the city."

"Thanks."

Geralt turned his horse around and prepared to head towards the upper town.

"and many more."

Lynn's voice came from behind.

Geralt turned back.

But then he saw a money bag flying towards him.

He caught it subconsciously.

When I opened it, I found it was full of shiny gold crowns.

A rough estimate is that there are at least dozens of them.

“What’s that for? I’ve got money.” Geralt said, patting a pocket on his Wolf School coat.

But all Lin En left him was a back view.

"Keep it. I don't want you to have to mop the floor to pay off your debt when we leave."