The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 144 I Need to Gather Troops Immediately

Maximus noticed that the scavengers had calluses on their hands.

But those calluses didn't look like they were caused by wear and tear from farm tools.

But...

Maximus instantly understood the true identities of these scavengers.

I heard that a while ago, an unprecedented and massive uprising broke out in Nasser.

The great uprising initially centered in the provincial capital, but soon spread to the entire province.

Nilfgaard mobilized the Alba Division, the Second Vicovaro Brigade, the Seventh Cavalry Brigade of Dellani and other troops, and it took eleven months to finally suppress this vigorous uprising.

It is said that the Nilfgaardians then launched an extremely bloody revenge, erecting guillotines in every city, town, and even village in Nasser.

In the capital alone, people were killed in large numbers and blood flowed like a river.

Many innocent people did not actually participate in the uprising at all, but still became victims of the guillotine.

As for the Grand National Army prisoners who dared to resist Nilfgaardian rule and participated in the Great Uprising...

The Nilfgaardians crucified them on crosses from the capital of Nasir to the border.

The scene was extremely cruel.

These people are probably the last spark of the Nasser National Army.

Maximus sighed and advised.

"Captain Damien, forget it. They are also pitiful people."

Damien wanted to just chop all these people to death.

Because of them, important clues may be lost.

But chivalry did not allow him to slaughter unarmed civilians at will.

But of course we can't just let it go like this.

At least they should be put in jail to reflect on their actions.

On the other side, the two demon hunters investigating the scene also found clues:

Not a footprint.

But the smell.

Lynn found a piece of cloth on the body of the caravan.

He held it before his eyes and examined it carefully.

I noticed that this looked like part of the robe that knights wore over their armor.

Judging from the remaining part of the cloth and the torn edges.

It was probably accidentally caught on a nail on the caravan, and in a panic, excessive force was used, causing it to be torn off.

Lynn picked up the piece of cloth.

He smelled it himself before handing it to Geralt.

The latter also sniffed it.

Then I came to the same conclusion as Lynn:
There was a lingering smell of wine.

Unfortunately, neither Lynn nor Geralt is a master of wine.

Just by smell, you can't tell what kind of wine this is.

But Lin En soon thought of a solution.

“The wines produced by each winery in Toussaint are different.”

"Perhaps, Captain Damien and Sir Maximus, as locals, can find a professional wine taster for us?"

He knew that in Toussaint, there was a magical profession called sommelier.

A bit like an expert in identifying antiques.

It’s just that he’s an appraiser of fine wine.

It is said that the wine master of Toussaint can identify the type and year of wine just by smelling it.

If you take another sip, you can get even more information.

All in all, it's an amazing profession.

So Lin En took the piece of cloth and walked towards Damien and others who had caught the scavenger.

"Sir Maximus, Captain Damien, we've made a discovery." Their eyes lit up. "Really?"

"There's still a lingering smell of wine on this piece of cloth. If we can find a professional wine taster, I'm sure it won't take long to track down the culprit."

Lynn handed the piece of cloth to Maximus.

Maximus took it and sniffed it subconsciously.

Then there was another burst of fierce sniffing.

His face was filled with disbelief.

"Sir Maximus, what's wrong? Did you discover something?"

Damien, who was standing nearby, noticed Maximus's expression change drastically.

The Knight Errant hesitated to speak.

He seemed to be hesitating, not knowing whether he should say it.

After hesitating for a while, he finally spoke hesitantly.

"I recognize this smell."

"what?"

Everyone was surprised.

They all looked at the Knight-Errant in surprise.

The latter had a complicated expression.

He would never forget the smell.

This is the smell of rosé wine.

Although the smell of alcohol lingered on this piece of cloth, it wasn't actually very contaminated...

Although more than a day had passed, the smell of alcohol had dissipated a lot...

But he will never forget this familiar memory.

Each winery in Toussaint produces a different kind of wine.

As a result, the principality has only one wine estate, which produces rosé wine.

That is the Casteldaccia estate.

That is the manor that once belonged to the Maclino family.

But when Maximus was very young, his alcoholic father lost the Casteldaccia estate to Sir "White Cheek" Cooper Wetton in an absurd gambling game.

Sir Cooper Weedon was a good man.

Although he became the new owner of Casteldaccia Manor, he still left a few rooms in the manor for the Maximus family.

So that they don't have to sleep on the streets and suffer from hunger and cold.

Maximus naturally remembered Sir Cooper Wetton's kindness and goodwill.

But instead of cheering up, Maximus's father became addicted to anesthetic powder since he lost the manor.

This made the situation even worse for this already struggling family.

Later, Maximus' father fell into a river and drowned on his way home.

Unable to bear the family's decline and the successive blows of losing my father, my mother soon passed away.

Maximus lived under someone else's roof until he was twelve years old, when he left the Casteldaccia estate and became a squire to another knight-errant.

After enough effort and a little bit of luck, he also became a knight-errant.

Although I have never been back since leaving Casteldaccia Estate.

But he never forgot the smell of rosé wine.

Still fresh in my memory.

"I remember Sir Cooper Witton died a few years ago, and his only son, Philippe Witton, inherited the knighthood and the Casteldaccia estate."

"I often hear bad rumors about him from my other knight brothers."

"In the past, I always tried not to believe those rumors, but now it seems that those rumors are very likely to be true."

The pieces of cloth left at the scene of the attack still had the scent of rosé wine produced by the Casteldazia estate. Even if the owner of the estate was not the mastermind behind the attack, he was definitely involved.

"I need to immediately gather the nearby knight brothers, Captain Damien, and together we will go to Casteldaccia Manor to call the culprits to account."

(End of this chapter)