The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 161 The Assassination from Years Ago

Chapter 161: Assassination from Thousands of Years Ago
The torch inserted into the wall emitted a reassuring warmth and heat, illuminating the smile on Lynn's face.

"If, as you say, Count Raymond was the mastermind behind this, then when we finally passed through the gates of Beauclair with the Holy Grail after so much trouble, the guards near the gates should have immediately reported it."

"Then, when we arrive at the palace, we will be met by heavily armed guards, arrows, and spears."

"Even if he didn't do that, he would at least politely ask us to leave Toussaint as soon as possible and would never let us get close to the Duchess's ward."

"But none of what I just said happened, so the person who poisoned the Duchess could not have been Count Raymond."

As soon as Lin En finished speaking, he immediately received a look of surprise and admiration from Fringilla.

"Are you really a witcher? Aren't you supposed to know nothing about politics?"

"You know a lot of witchers? Aren't there few witchers left in the south?"

The sorceress shrugged.

"The demon hunter I met before wasn't as eloquent as you."

Lin En looked into her eyes and asked, "Since you brought this up, Ma'am, should you tell me the rest of the things you haven't told me about the Viper School Demon Hunter?"

Fringilla knew that the other party would ask sooner or later.

So she said slowly.

"I'll tell you, witcher... I told you before that the witcher from the Viper School didn't reveal his identity. I didn't lie to you about that."

"As for how I knew he was from the Viper School, I recognized him from the witcher badge he always carried with him."

"He's different from you. He's taller, stronger, tougher, and more taciturn... I almost forgot to mention that he has no hair."

"Excuse me, he's more like someone in your line of work, and you, my friend..."

"If you didn't wear this conspicuous witcher badge and the two swords on your back, many people would mistake you for a noble knight of noble birth, prominent status, and pure blood."

Hearing what Fringilla said, Lin En immediately understood who the Viper School witcher was.

He was active in the south and was a member of the Viper School.

Coupled with such obvious appearance features...

Who else could it be but the famous king assassin?

Of course, that person is not the regicide yet.

He is just an ordinary witcher who exchanges the heads of water ghosts for florins.

Seeing that Lin En had fallen silent, Fringilla said, "You must be curious about where he went after leaving the palace, right?"

Lynn asked doubtfully, “Ma’am, didn’t you say before that you never saw him again?”

"Yes, I said that, but I never saw him again ≠ I don't know where he went."

Okay, inequality seconds.

"My men told me that after he left the palace, he spent half an hour in the market square."

"Then I took down the commission on the notice board and headed to the mansion of the noble who issued the commission."

"That's all the information I know. I've told you everything. Nothing has been left out."

Lin En felt that the other party really had no intention of hiding anything this time.

But he still asked.

"What's the name of the noble who issued the commission? And what commission did it issue?"

Fringilla smoothed her hair across her forehead.

"It's a very common demon hunting commission, nothing special. The noblewoman needs a demon hunter, or a team of mercenaries, to bring back the elven blacksmith master, Tynsel, who disappeared into the underground sewers."

"As for the name of that noblewoman, her name is Orianna."

……

The walls of the collection room are covered with precious wool tapestries embroidered with intricate and ornate patterns.

The floor was covered with a thick Persian carpet, which made a dull sound when stepped on.

The entire collection room is filled with various rare treasures, from precious paintings and statues to gold and silver utensils inlaid with gems, rare animal specimens, glittering golden weapons and armor...

Each piece is priceless. Fringilla stood at the door of the collection room but did not go in.

As a distant cousin of the Duchess Carloberta's granddaughter, she had free access to the collection room long before the Duchess fell into a coma.

Not only had she seen the things in here, she had also touched them.

It no longer seems strange to me.

Besides, although she had not come into contact with many demon hunters, she still had some understanding of the behavior style of this group of demon hunters.

They are similar to private detectives and hunters, and they all conduct investigations and make judgments based on traces at the scene.

It's just that the mutation brings enhanced senses to the demon hunters, allowing them to more easily identify traces and obtain more valuable information.

Therefore, in order to avoid interfering with the witcher, she thought it would be better for her not to go in.

Lynn walked past each collection, carefully gazing at every inch.

After a while, he stood in front of three strangely shaped elf statues.

Each of these elf statues is lifelike.

It's like it was created by a master of the highest attainments.

Moreover, it feels as if it is not carved, but is cast into petrification by magic.

Wait, petrification magic?
A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through his mind.

"Ms. Fringilla, could you please help me prepare some props?"

Fringilla glanced at Lynn.

The latter thought she would ask herself why she needed all this.

But the witcher was wrong.

The sorceress asked no questions.

He just called the guards outside.

It didn't take long.

Everything the demon hunter needs is ready.

Six torches, a loaf of elven bread, a bottle of elven wine, an elven long sword, and an elven shield.

"And now, witcher, is it time to dance?"

Fringilla let out a laugh as sweet as silver bells.

"Let's finish these things first. Now, you can leave."

He said to the guards.

The latter bowed deeply to him and Fringilla.

Exit the Collection Room.

"Madam, please put on the seal ring that symbolizes the Duke of Toussaint's family and sit on this magnificent chair."

The sorceress found it amusing.

So he sat on it cooperatively.

"what's next?"

"Just sit there, and leave the rest to me."

Lin En closed his eyes and began to recall the plot he knew.

"The Elf King Difsof invited the first Duke of Toussaint, the 'Grand Duke of the Lance,' Ludovico, to enter his palace and sit on his throne..."

"The light from the torches all around was blinding."

He recited his lines in a bardic voice, with a performative and exaggerated tone.

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