The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 20 The Three of Us Kill
Lynn was as fast as a shadow, moving nimbly among the zombies and easily avoiding their attacks that were severely delayed.

And leave wounds on their bodies.

Soon, all these zombies were easily killed by Lin En.

Even his clothes were not touched by the zombies.

The warm current flowed into Lin En's body, allowing him to gain a lot of experience points.

As for Geralt's side, the battle ended early.

Beside him, there were several lifeless zombies lying in a mess.

……

Seeing that the corpse-eating creatures were killed by the two witchers, the southerner quickly climbed down from the roof of the truck.

He first glanced at the bodies of the caravan men on the ground, observed a second of silence, then walked up to the two of them, put his hands on his hips, and had a smug expression on his face.

"The three of us are pretty powerful, killing people indiscriminately."

Lynn raised an eyebrow.

"The three of us? You seem to only have Haha. We are the ones who are killing people indiscriminately, right?"

The southerner's smile continued, and there was no trace of embarrassment on his face.

"Don't take it so seriously. Life is like a play. If you take it seriously, you will lose, my friend."

Seeing how thick-skinned the other person was, Lin En didn't bother to be polite with him: "Then your performance in this drama is quite poor, my friend."

"Okay, okay, I admit that you saved my life. Is this okay, Master Witcher?" The southerner saluted Lin En with the Taiguo military salute.

He said sarcastically, "People always say that witchers have no emotions. It seems that rumor is wrong."

Lin En also responded sarcastically: "People also say that when someone saves your life, you should express your gratitude with sincerity and earnestness, rather than trying to get away with it with sarcastic remarks."

“Well, gentlemen, I regret to interrupt your friendly and cordial conversation,” Geralt interjected, “but this is not the place to talk.”

He nodded slightly towards the southerner. "If you don't mind, sir, we need to burn these bodies to prevent the smell of blood from attracting more corpse-eating creatures."

"Of course, Master Witcher, please."

The southerner hurried away and watched Lynn and Geralt pile the corpses of the corpse-eating creatures together and set them on fire.

"Excuse me, how could it be such a coincidence that two witcher masters happened to pass by here?"

Geralt asked in return, "We should ask the question, what are you doing here?"

"Oh," the Southerner sighed. "Damn it! My friend said the Yankees can't be trusted. I used to think he was too extreme."

"Damn it, now it seems he's right. I'd rather starve to death, die outside, or jump off a building, and I'll never come to the North again."

Lynn and Geralt looked at each other.

Both of them instinctively realized that something was wrong.

"So, you're not an Aedirnian soldier disguised as part of the caravan?"

The southerner jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on. "What Aedirnian soldier? I'm from Ebin! Do you know where Ebin is?"

Both witchers nodded.

Aybin is one of the four largest vassal states within the southern Nilfgaardian Empire and enjoys a certain degree of autonomy.

It was an independent kingdom until it was annexed by Nilfgaard in 1239.

However, the current north-south conflict is far from being as sharp and intense as it will be later, so it is normal for a businessman from the south to appear in the north.

The problem was that the captain of the Kaedweni army who had commissioned them kept claiming that they had defeated "an Aedirnian army disguised as a merchant caravan." For the first time in their career, they were met with such hostility.

It seems that no matter which society it is, people like to pour cold water on newcomers to the workplace.

Lin En asked curiously, "Okay, so what are you doing here?"

The Southerner sighed again.

"Toussaint's famous wine, East of East, is very famous in the South. It is a very high-end and expensive wine, but few people bring East of East to the North."

"I wanted to be the first to try it, so I came to Kaedwen."

"A few months ago, when I first arrived in Kaedwen, I was crossing the border and undergoing inspection. A guard captain said he had a channel to help me sell these goods directly, so I wouldn't have to spend the energy to sell them everywhere."

"But the condition he asked for was that the proceeds from the sale be split 50-50."

"Although I have to give up 50% of the profit, it also saves me a lot of time and energy, so I agreed."

"But what I didn't expect was that after a few transactions, he actually asked for his interest to be increased to 70%, and only agreed to give me 30%."

Lynn understood now.

"So you don't agree?"

Southerners say as a matter of course.

"Of course I did. I worked so hard running back and forth between Toussaint and Kaedwen, avoiding bandits along the way and being wary of monsters in the wild."

"When I'm on the road, I often can't even eat properly, and then there's the cost of buying alcohol and paying the waiters..."

"30%? How can I survive with 30%?!"

"So I demanded that the profit share must be the same as before, otherwise this would be the last time we did business together, and from now on we would go our separate ways."

Lynn spread his hands.

"But unexpectedly, they resorted to knife-wielding. Not only did they kill you and your men and throw them into the pile of corpses, but they also handed the job of destroying the bodies over to the corpse-eating creatures."

"Not satisfied with this, we even hired two demon hunters to burn the body to ensure that no evidence is left."

The southerner's eyes widened.

Apparently, he was keenly aware of something from Lin En's words.

The look he gave the two demon hunters also became full of vigilance.

"You, you guys..."

Geralt, who was standing next to him, said this with a calm expression.

"Don't be nervous, we're monster killers. Besides, no one pays us to burn people alive. But I'm curious how you escaped."

After hearing what Geralt said, and knowing that Lynn and Geralt really had no intention of drawing their swords, the southerner finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally, a rumor is true. Although you have mutated, you still have principles! Thank you, Master Demon Hunter!"

"The scene was in chaos. My horse was hit by an arrow and threw me off. The horse's blood flowed all over me, so I took the opportunity to pretend to be a corpse. Fortunately, they didn't kill me again."

As the southerner explained, he searched all his pockets, but unfortunately he couldn't find a single penny.

"Those bastards stole everything I had. I...I have nothing to repay you with."

To the Southerners' surprise, Lin En waved his hand generously.

"It doesn't matter. Since I've already saved you, I can't just throw you back to the corpse-eating creatures just because you can't pay me. Go home, Ebin."

(End of this chapter)