The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 163: Mr. Letho, the Viper School Demon Hunter Who Does Not Want to Reveal His Name
In the reception room of Orianna's mansion.

The noblewoman Orianna was holding a Dongzhidong in her hand and shaking it gently.

With an elegant expression on his face.

"Demon Hunters, I've always heard of your profession, but I've never seen one. I didn't expect so many of you to suddenly appear."

Lynn smiled.

"We don't have as many people in the south as in the north, which is where our main area of ​​activity is."

"Please forgive my intrusive visit, Lady Orianna. I heard that you previously issued a commission to bring back a master elven blacksmith from the underground waterway?"

"So direct? Well then," Orianna put down her wine glass, "Yes, that's what happened."

The witcher looked directly into the noblewoman's eyes.

"Can you tell me more about it?"

Orianna didn't answer immediately, but instead gave an ambiguous smile.

"Young witcher, you just recently traveled a long way to retrieve the Holy Grail for Her Highness the Duchess, and now you're back to work again? Don't you want to take a couple of days off?"

"Or did you spend all the gold coins that Earl Raymond rewarded you with so quickly?"

Lynn was not surprised that the other party knew about this.

If he didn't know, he would be surprised.

Which of these nobles did not have spies in the palace?

Every move in the palace was under their surveillance.

Of course, correspondingly, the palace also had spies among these nobles.

Situations like this aren't unique to Toussaint.

Moreover, in order to fulfill what Lynn had promised the Lady of the Lake, that is, to expand her influence in Toussaint, he did not stop Sir Maximus from vividly describing the "miracle" to other people in the court.

Naturally, the rumor of the appearance of the Lady of the Lake spread faster than the falling leaves that brought the message.

Lin En said without hiding anything, "I heard that one of my colleagues has taken on the commission, and I want to find out more about him."

Orianna recalled: "Ah, that mysterious demon hunter who wishes to remain anonymous. Yes, he accepted that commission from me, but that was many days ago."

"He never came back, and we don't know what happened to him in the sewers, or whether he's still alive."

"If you'd like, you can also try going to the underground sewers and see if you can run into him. All you have to do is bring back the Elven Blacksmith Master. I will only give the bounty to those who complete the task."

"It's just that I only have one bounty to offer."

"If he comes back before you, I'll have to give him the reward. If you two come back together, you'll have to split the reward equally."

After getting the information he wanted, Lin En immediately stood up and nodded at Orianna.

"Thank you for your help."

He then left Orianna's mansion.

……

thump.

The sound of the corpse falling into the water was particularly harsh in the empty and silent underground waterway.

Lin En shook off the blood on the master-level silver sword and kicked the corpse of another evil ghost lying dead on the ground into the water.

Beauclair is a city expanded on the basis of elven ruins, and this huge underground waterway is naturally the creation of the elves.

Unlike humans who are accustomed to dumping excrement directly into large pits, the elegant and noble elves choose to build huge underground sewers to solve the sanitation problem.

Three days have passed since leaving Orianna's mansion and entering the underground sewer.

So far, he has only explored two-thirds of the entire underground waterway.

No one in Beauclair knew the extent of this sewer.

No one has ever come down.

Except for the elven blacksmith master Tynesel, who was looking for his apprentice who was kidnapped by the evil spirit in the underground sewer.

Finding a relatively clean corner, the demon hunter sat on the ground and began to meditate. According to common sense, the city's underground sewers should be the habitat of water ghosts.

But the underground sewers of Beauclair have become the lair of evil spirits.

"No wonder the apprentice of the Elven Blacksmith Master was kidnapped."

Contrary to popular belief, evil spirits are actually intelligent creatures.

They know how to camouflage themselves with paint and clothing, and are smart enough to know how to set traps.

In the past three days, Lin En has discovered more than one trap set by the evil ghost.

Simple, yet insidious.

Enough to kill those reckless guys who are completely unaware of the dangers of the sewers.

At this moment, Lynn suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed the Gwisir from Mahakam.

Swish!
The sword blade was pulled out a little.

The bright sword light pierced the darkness.

when!
The sound of steel clashing was heard as two steel swords collided with each other in the dim underground waterway and then separated.

A pair of sparkling cat eyes stared at him like a poisonous snake.

"Hmm, I didn't expect to run into someone like you here. Did you also accept Orianna's request and come down to find the Elf Blacksmith Master?"

"No, I came here specially for you, Master Lei Suo." The advanced cat potion gave Lin En the ability to see in the dark. Lin En looked at the bald man standing in front of him, who was slightly younger than he remembered, and then noticed that the other person had traces of bandages on his body.

But obviously the effect is not very good.

He frowned and asked, "Are you hurt?"

"It's just a small injury, nothing to worry about."

Reso said in a hoarse voice.

But this is obviously not a minor injury.

Lynn threw something without thinking.

Lei Suo caught it.

When he saw clearly what he received in his hand, he was stunned.

The Viper School excels in the use of toxins and alchemy, so Letho naturally recognized it at a glance. This is a bottle of pure white Farad decoction that can stop bleeding, heal wounds, and repair damaged bones and internal organs in a short period of time.

Moreover, judging by the color and richness of the contents of this bottle, it is clearly not just any ordinary pure white Lafarde decoction.

Since witchers generally live a poor life, contrary to what people think, most witchers do not always carry a backpack full of potions, but are lucky to have a few bottles of potions at most.

Many demon hunters would never drink the swallow potion if they could endure the injury.

They had never even seen the pure white Rafad decoction, which was more effective than the swallow potion.

Lei Suo took the initiative to put away the steel sword: "Did you take the wrong potion? Or are you in trouble and need a helper?"

"Are you always so suspicious?" Lin En also put away Gulliversir. "You are a demon hunter, and so am I. Demon hunters should help each other and be united and friendly, right?"

Letho wanted to let out a mocking laugh.

But he didn't.

The tangible high-grade pure white Lafard decoction in his hand reminded him all the time that the other party had paid not only verbally but also with actual actions.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally pulled out the cork and drank the potion in one gulp.

The effect of the high-grade pure white Rafad decoction is obvious.

A cool feeling soon came from the wound, dispelling the severe pain that had been plaguing him.

Reso's rock-like expression softened slightly.

"I will work with you. After we rescue the Elven Blacksmith Master, you will take 70% of the commission's reward... I don't like to owe favors to others."

"One more thing. You just said you came here specifically to see me?"

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