The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 136: Poor mountains and rivers bring out unruly people

The gentle sunlight shines through the gaps in the curtains and falls on the bed, filling the air with a faint morning light, making people feel peaceful and comfortable.

Lynn sat up in bed and stretched.

At this moment, a pair of hands wrapped around his waist from behind.

"Just rest a little longer, okay?"

The sorceress's gentle voice was so sweet that it almost melted his heart.

He wanted to too.

But he can't.

So he could only say it in a helpless tone.

"My good brother promised someone else to prepare supplies, so he stayed an extra day yesterday. But we should set off today anyway. I don't want him to become a traitor."

Triss was a smart person. After hearing what Lin En said, she stopped being angry.

"Okay then, but before you leave, here's what you need."

"This is……"

Lynn watched as the sorceress pulled a beautiful-looking longbow from her lady's handbag.

"I asked a master bow maker from Kovir to make this specifically for you. All the materials used are from Kovir. Would you like to try it?"

Lynn took the longbow from Triss's hand.

The experience instilled in him by the master-level Phoenix bow technique allowed him to play with it casually and know that this was a rare and good bow.

The best bows come from the cold Far North, because only in the Far North can grow the Fadlan wood that is praised by bow masters - it is the most perfect bow-making material.

And now in Lynn's hand is a bow made of Fadlan wood, made by a master bow maker. It is the best bow that any archer dreams of.

"Thank you."

Lynn gave Triss a gentle kiss on her forehead.

He didn't hesitate but accepted it.

Although she was a royal advisor of Temeria, she smiled foolishly like a little girl who had just fallen in love.

She grabbed the collar of the shirt the witcher had just put on and dragged him back onto the bed.

"I think your fellow witchers won't mind waiting for you for another hour."

……

Two hours later.

After saying goodbye to Triss, Lynn went downstairs and found that Geralt was already ready.

Geralt jokingly said, "I thought you wouldn't come down until at least noon. How come you're here so soon?"

Lynn glanced at him.

"If you're not in a hurry, I can stay until tomorrow noon. I wasn't the one who promised others anyway."

Geralt laughed.

There was a little more appreciation in his eyes.

Lin En tasted the sweetness of the sorceress for the first time, but he was still able to remember the mission firmly and did not let the little head control the big head. This was good.

Then, the two of them joked with each other a few more times.

Afterwards, they said goodbye to Cassia and Berengar and rode out of Novigrad, heading south.

……

Velen, the poorest province in Temeria, is a place no one goes to even in peacetime when it is not overrun with bandits and deserters.

The uninhabited swamps, poor villages, and rude country bumpkins are probably the only impression people have of this place.

Unless absolutely necessary, people would rather take a detour.

"Baron Veselard is truly an unfit lord."

Two days have passed since the two of them set out from Novigrad, crossed the bridge connecting the north and south banks of the Pontar River, and now.

Just across the river, Velen, located on the south bank of the Pontar River, forms a sharp contrast with the scenery of Novigrad on the north bank.

Velen's poverty was even greater than that of Kaedwen, where discrimination and prejudice were rampant.

As a province, Velen may not be the largest province in Temeria, but its area is definitely among the top.

There are a lot of trees and other resources in the territory. If we develop them well, it may be possible to develop.

But Viseralad adopted a lazy and permissive attitude.

He didn't care at all about the suffering of his people.

Hearing Lynn's sigh, Geralt remained silent.

Unlike Lynn, he didn't know much about politics.

Moreover, in his opinion, in this world where everyone competes for the worst, those who do not start wars and do not harass their subjects can be considered enlightened and benevolent lords.

……

As the afterglow of the sun fell on the earth, Lynn and Geralt finally arrived at the village of Midcops, where Geralt had agreed to meet the knight from Toussaint.

Like any other village in the land of Velen.

This village exudes shocking poverty from inside to outside.

When the two came to the open space in the center of the village, they were somewhat surprised to find that a large group of ragged, skinny villagers had gathered there.

"Sir Knight, please let us go, please!"

"I am scared!"

"We don't need your help!"

Surrounded by the villagers was a knight wearing gleaming full plate armor.

On the helmet on his head was a proudly upright feather.

"I know that everyone lives under the shadow of bandits, whether it's robbery or murder!"

"Don't worry. I, Maximus Norris Macrinno, the Knight-Errant of Her Highness the Glorious Duchess Carolina Roberta, will eliminate the thugs for you and give you freedom."

"Don't be afraid, folks, my work will soon be over, and those villains will be brought to justice."

However, the knight's heroic words did not reassure the villagers.

From the expressions on their faces, it can be seen that they are even more worried.

The knights also saw this.

Just as he was about to say a few more inspiring words, he suddenly saw two witchers squeezing to the front from the back of the crowd.

Suddenly my eyes lit up.

"Master Geralt, you're finally back, huh? Could this person also be..."

He noticed that the young companion who came with Geralt also had a pair of cat-like eyes.

Geralt nodded and said to the other party.

"Maximus, let me introduce you. This is my comrade, my brother."

"Lynn, I'm sure you've noticed. Just as you thought, he's also a demon hunter."

Maximus said happily.

"Great! With the help of these two witcher masters, Her Highness the Glorious Duchess will definitely be saved."

"Come on, don't just stand outside, come inside and let me entertain the two masters."

Inviting Geralt and Lynn into the house behind him, the knight repeated loudly to the villagers still gathered in front of him.

"Don't worry, folks, I'll get rid of those criminals soon!"

The villagers looked at each other.

In the end, I had no choice but to leave.

But Lynn noticed that the villagers looked at the knight not with gratitude, but with fear and dread.

……

Lynn followed Geralt into the house.

He glanced around.

Compared to other places, this house is much more spacious and cleaner.

It should be that the village elder lent his home to Maximus temporarily.

Maximus followed the two witchers, closed the wooden door, and took off his helmet, revealing a young face full of passion for chivalry.

(End of this chapter)