The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 150 The two sides fully exchanged views in a cordial and friendly atmosphere

The night breeze blows gently, and it feels very cool when it blows on people.

Lin En left the place where the prisoners were held and walked a long way. Bathed in the cold moonlight, he glanced behind him and smiled.

"Sir Regis, I didn't expect you to have the bad habit of eavesdropping."

The barber walked out from the shadows.

"Forgive me for being rude. I just don't like the noisy atmosphere, so I came out to get some fresh air. But I have to admit that I was very curious about your leaving halfway."

"But perhaps I was too curious, so please accept my most sincere apology."

He bowed and saluted the witcher.

"I accept your apology, Sir Regis. Can I ask you a question?"

"Excuse me."

"When are you going to confess your true identity to us? I'm not referring to the superficial disguise of a barber, but your deeper identity as a high-level vampire."

I don’t know if it was Lynn’s illusion.

He seemed to feel that the temperature dropped suddenly.

But this is indeed the witcher's illusion.

Because the high-level vampires did not show fangs on their faces.

It was still that gentle, kind smile.

"You figured it out? How did you find out?"

Because I read the script.

Lynn didn't answer that way.

"A barber who dares to haunt a cemetery in the middle of the night and live alone in a remote and desolate place far from human habitation is in itself very suspicious."

"Of course, I have more direct evidence, like now."

Lynn looked under Regis, and saw nothing: "You have no shadow."

Regis chuckled.

"I thought I was hiding well, but I was still discovered. Demon hunters have really sharp observation skills. No wonder they can become professional monster killers and roam the world."

"So, what are you going to do now? Are you going to fight this monster like me for the sake of humanity? Or are you going to spare my life and give me a chance to escape in disgrace?"

Lynn shook her head.

"No, you don't have to run away, and I won't attack you. You're here to save Duchess Carloberta, and I won't drive you away."

Regis said with a hint of surprise, "I thought demon hunters killed monsters."

Lynn shook his head and said, "I can't speak for other demon hunters, but Geralt and I are only monsters that kill people."

The high-level vampire asked again hesitantly.

"Then aren't you worried that a high-ranking vampire mingling with the crowd might suddenly bare his fangs at you? And leave clear and obvious teeth marks on your neck?"

The witcher asked back, "Hasn't it been years since you last drank blood?"

This time Regis was truly surprised.

"You know this too? You..."

He looked the witcher up and down.

"You look no older than sixteen, and a demon hunter can only delay aging at best. It's impossible for them to change their appearance as arbitrarily as a warlock can."

"You don't have a pair of pointed ears, nor do you have a long beard, so you can't be an elf or a dwarf."

"You...you are not from the same tribe as me, right?"

"But strangely, I don't smell any blood on you."

"Are you also a member of the blood prohibition sect?"

Seeing Regis running further and further away on the wrong path, Lynn smiled and took the initiative to explain.

"I'm not a high-level vampire, Master Regis. As you can see, I'm a genuine demon hunter."

He paused, then continued, "It's just that I know a lot of things. You can think of me as a prophet."

Now even Regis, who always appears to be wise, is...

I feel a bit like living in Bengbu now.

I couldn't help but give a rude "are you kidding me" expression.

Lin En knew that the other party didn't believe it.

After all, I am really too young.

But it doesn't matter.

"You have two of your kindred spirits who are now in Toussaint. To be more precise, they are in Beauclair, the capital of Toussaint."

"One of them... let me think, what was her name? Oh, I remember, Orianna, a female noble with a hobby of collecting."

"There is another one, his name is Dettlaff."

"Am I right, Master Regis?"

The high-ranking vampire bowed and saluted.

"What an honor it is for me to meet a prophet among the demon hunters."

Lin En put his hand to his lips and smiled slightly: "Keep a low profile, Sir Regis, I don't want to attract attention."

"You and Dettlaff are both members of the Blood Abstinence sect, so I naturally won't treat you as monsters."

"Although Orianna was a vampire, she only sucked the blood of the orphans she took in. Without her care, those children would have long since died in some stinking ditch, their bodies oozing with pus. And she never sucked anyone to death." "Perhaps in the eyes of fundamentalists, Orianna is ultimately a monster who feeds on human blood, an alien species with a different heart, but in this world where even the worst is worse, she's not even that bad."

"All in all, I'm glad there are no secrets between us now, but I think you'd better find a time to talk to Geralt again as soon as possible. He doesn't like being kept in the dark."

……

The next day, everyone went their separate ways.

Palmerin, Milton, and Reynard are about to set off for Novigrad.

They are actually just one group of people.

After all, they are going to do something bad, so it is impossible for a large group of people to act together.

Therefore, the regent, Count Raymond, divided the knights-errant into many small teams and sent them north in batches from the Theodora Pass and the Manada Valley.

Before they left, Lynn gave them a piece of advice:
Once they get to Novigrad, don't act rashly.

First go to your villa in the upper town.

If he successfully cures the Duchess's illness, he can also use the voice box to pass a message to Triss, and then let Triss pass the message to them through the portal.

Lin En didn't want them to do anything stupid, but it was difficult to stop them directly, so he could only try his best to delay it like this.

Maximus longed to join his fellow knights in action.

But he can't.

He had to take Lynn and the others to Beauclair to meet the Duchess. This was his promise and he could not break it.

Damien originally planned to send them a team of soldiers, but was declined by Lin En.

Toussaint's armed forces were barely sufficient to begin with, and now the Knights-Errant are heading to Novigrad. The principality's security can only rely on the Principality Guard.

It was enough to have Maximus leading the way for them.

So, the group left the pass and headed towards Beauclair, the capital of Toussaint.

Last night, Lynn and Regis mentioned that Geralt should be informed of his identity as soon as possible.

Regis readily accepted the advice.

When they set up camp to rest at noon, he took Geralt into the woods.

Not long after, a fierce quarrel was heard from the grove.

Lynn listened attentively.

I found that although the quarrel was getting more and more intense, fortunately there was no explosion of alchemical bombs and magic seals, nor the sound of silver swords and claws colliding.

This shows that the situation is not too bad.

Maximus had intended to go over and take a look.

But he was stopped by Lynn.

Not long after, the two came back.

The difference is that the high-level vampire looks normal and is still polite.

Geralt's face was as gloomy as the weather in Velen.

"You knew it a long time ago? You have always known that we are following a..." White Wolf's aggressive tone suddenly paused.

He looked at Maximus hesitantly.

The Knight Ranger was also looking at the White Wolf.

But soon, Maximus seemed to understand something, and walked away while muttering to himself, "Ah, look, what a standard-growing fir tree it is, just like the people of Toussaint, full of excellent character."

Geralt breathed a sigh of relief.

He was about to continue his previous questioning, but before he could open his mouth, he was blocked by Lin En's smile.

"It seems you have fully exchanged views in a cordial and friendly atmosphere."

Regis also smiled and said, "That's right."

Geralt was furious. "Whose side are you on, Lynn?"

"I will always stand on the side of truth."

He knew Geralt would react like this.

That's why the high-level vampire spoke up earlier.

Otherwise, the longer it takes, the longer Geralt will be angry.

"Geralt, Regis is a blood-abstinent person. Do you want to draw your sword?"

"He doesn't have a disgusting smell of blood, so I won't draw my sword."

Lynn spread his hands.

"That's it, so we're good friends again."

Geralt almost gasped for breath. "You... you don't have any grudges at all?"

Lynn's mind was full of question marks.

"Why should I hold a grudge? Just because he's a high-ranking vampire? Geralt, if you look out a dirty window, you'll only see an equally dirty world."

Geralt was speechless. "You're always right."

"Don't get so easily upset from now on," Lynn patted Geralt on the shoulder and said earnestly, using the same attitude he'd been taught in his previous life. "It's okay to have emotions about Comrade Regis, but don't let it affect your work. You must learn to be strict with yourself."

Geralt didn't react until they set off.

"That's not right. Why did you change to educate me?"

(End of this chapter)