The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 204 Don’t Eat Food Given by Strangers

Next to the blazing bonfire sat several men dressed in black with gold pendants hanging on their chests.

At first, the men were still chatting and laughing.

Suddenly, a businessman who looked like a leader stopped the others from talking.

"Hush! Be quiet!"

Everyone else shut up and put their hands into their clothes, grabbing the crossbows hidden inside.

The leader's gaze swept into the darkness beyond the bonfire's light: "Who's there?"

No one spoke.

"Friend, we are merchants from Nilfgaard. If you are looking for a safe place to stay for the night, you are welcome. Don't be shy. Come out and let us see you."

There was still silence all around.

Just when his companions thought that the leader was fighting a battle of wits with the air, a thin figure walked into the place illuminated by the fire.

Several people were stunned.

Including the leader.

No one expected that the person who appeared before them was just a little girl.

What they didn't expect was that although the little girl also had the fear that children of her age should have towards strange adults, she was more condescending.

"Are you merchants from Nilfgaard?"

Although she was wearing ordinary civilian clothes, Sienna tried her best to look domineering.

Because through previous secret observation, she had discovered that these people were neither robbers nor travelers.

But a businessman.

The governess had once told her and Anarietta that merchants were the opposite of knights-errant, who would do things against their own interests out of chivalry and honor.

Businessmen only pursue profits.

If the profit is high enough, they can even sell the ropes used to hang them.

Therefore, if you want to leverage their power, you must demonstrate your value and make it "profitable" for them.

She was right.

Sianna saw the merchant leader exchange glances with the others.

Then he asked tentatively.

"We are members of the Nilfgaard Merchants Guild. Have you heard of the Merchants Guild, dear lady?"

Sianna was very satisfied with the merchant leader's polite tone and words.

When she was still in the palace, although the servants did not dare to hit or scold her, they did not show her much respect because of the curse of the black sun.

As for being on the road with the witcher, the treatment was even worse, worse than being in the palace.

Now, the merchant leader's respectful attitude finally made her feel more comfortable.

"The Merchant Guild of the Nilfgaard Empire? I know you guys. You're also active in Toussaint. However, one of your members used some tricks at the Knights' Tournament a while ago, which displeased my grandmother."

"This……"

The businessmen looked at each other in confusion.

The news that Lord Doug had been killed in Toussaint had already been reported back to Nilfgaard as soon as possible.

Of course, the Nilfgaard Merchants Guild would not protest to Toussaint on behalf of Lord Doug.

After all, Toussaint is a "friendly country" of the Nilfgaard Empire. Besides, Lord Doug's actions were indeed not very authentic.

It is understandable that everyone has a complex about land and wants to own a piece of land of their own.

But you can't do this nakedly at the Knights' Games.

Do you treat the audience as fools, or do you treat the referee as a fool?
Blatant cheating in a fair, just and open competition, do you think you are in Nilfgaard?
What shocked the businessmen was that...

"Are you a daughter of the Duke's family?" Sienna puffed out her small chest proudly. "You have quite a good eye. Yes, I am Silvia Anna, a descendant of the Grand Duke Ludovico and granddaughter of Duchess Carloberta."

The merchant leader was the first to kneel on one knee.

"It really is His Highness... What are you all standing there for? Why don't you come over and pay your respects to His Highness?"

“Your Highness.”
At the call of the merchant leader, everyone else hurriedly knelt on one knee.

"Ah."

Sianna felt a great sense of satisfaction: "Everyone get up."

The merchant leader said indignantly.

"Your Highness, please forgive me for being so presumptuous. You are a precious person. Why are you alone in the wilderness? Where are your guards? This is too dangerous and irresponsible."

"I got separated from them."

Sianna made up a lie.

She concealed the truth.

And I don't plan to dwell on this topic for too long.

"Can you take me back to Toussaint? It's not far from here, so it shouldn't interfere with your business. I can guarantee that Grandmother will reward you handsomely."

"Of course that's fine," the merchant leader said without hesitation, "but it's not for the reward from Her Royal Highness the Duchess, but out of respect for the nobility, especially a duke's daughter like you."

"Zhawan, go and make some goat's milk. The distinguished lady must be starving... Come, miss, eat some melon seeds first to fill your stomach."

The merchant named Zawan ran away quickly and searched everywhere in the carriage.

The merchant leader and his companions chatted with Sianna about all sorts of things, sharing what they had seen and heard during their travels.

In the pleasant atmosphere of the chat, Sianna gradually relaxed.

Ten minutes later.

Zawan came over with a bowl full of goat's milk.

"Here comes the goat's milk, miss."

The merchant leader took one look and cursed.

"You idiot, if you don't help the young lady cool down a little, how can she drink? She is a precious lady, if her throat gets burned, you won't be able to pay for it even if I sell you off!"

Zawan suddenly realized: "Yes, yes, it was my negligence, please don't blame me, miss."

"Forget it, let me do it. Don't blow your saliva in there. No one wants to drink your saliva."

The merchant leader took out a small fan and used it to cool the scalding goat milk.

After fanning for a while, seeing that no more steam was coming out, the merchant leader touched the bowl of goat milk with his hand, then took out a spoon, scooped a little and tasted it himself.

Then he respectfully handed the bowl to Siana: "It's ready now, it's neither cold nor hot, just right."

Sianna thanked him and took it with both hands.

At first she wanted to maintain her ladylike demeanor.

But when the first mouthful of goat milk flows down the throat, the unsatisfied stomach immediately wants more.

This is much better than the rough texture of whole wheat bread.

This made Sianna start to feel very excited.

Zawan gave a flattering smile.

"I added a little sugar, it should suit your taste. Children like sweet things... I didn't mean to say you were a child, miss, please forgive me."

The bowl of goat's milk was quickly finished.

Sianna wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Well, I forgive you. Also, the goat milk you cooked is delicious. I've made a note of it. When we return to Toussaint, I'll ask Grandmother to give you some more money."

　Thanks to Misaka4279 for the reward!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)