The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 205 Yes, Yes
"Thank you for your generosity, Miss."

Zawan made several funny salutes in succession.

"Go away, Zawan, and don't infect the distinguished lady with your stupidity... Oh, and bring me some of that medicine."

"Medicine? Oh, yes, yes."

The merchant leader took the "medicine" handed to him by Zawan and swallowed it without thinking.

"Medicine? Are you sick?"

"It's just an old ailment, it's nothing serious. But miss, do you feel any discomfort?"

"I... I'm fine... Eh? That's weird, how could this happen..."

Sianna didn't think anything of it at first.

But under the concern of the merchant leader, at this moment, she suddenly felt sleepiness coming like a wave.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?"

I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

Sianna seemed to see all the humility and respect on the merchant leader's face disappear.

"I feel a little sleepy."

Zawan said with a grin.

"You're right to feel sleepy. I forgot to tell you that besides sugar, I also added something else to this recipe that will give you a good night's sleep. The medicine the boss just took is the antidote."

"What did you say..."

The previous sense of security disappeared in an instant.

All that remains is fear.

These people are not...

Must escape.

But it was too late.

Sleepiness instantly engulfed her consciousness.

Her body seemed to have lost its strength and fell to the cold ground.

The last thing I was aware of before falling into darkness was the men's unbridled laughter.

A businessman walked up to Sianna and nudged her: "Did you really faint?"

Zha Wan chuckled and said, "How could it be fake? This thing can even make an elephant faint."

Another businessman said, "How much did you put in? Don't kill anyone."

Zawan's expression changed instantly and he cursed.

"Fuck! Do I look retarded? I'm not stupid. I must have adjusted the dosage specially. Don't worry, it's okay. She won't wake up until tomorrow morning at the earliest."

"But I say, Boss, how do you know she's pretending?"

The others also looked over curiously.

The merchant leader asked, "What disguise?"

Zawan gestured. "She just said she was the 'Princess' of Toussaint. How do you know she's fake?"

"I just asked you to give her some material. When did I ever say she was fake? Sylvia Anna, she looks exactly like the portrait Lord Doug sent."

"She is the daughter of the Duke's family, absolutely."

Zawan was stunned: "Then you still..."

"Zhawan, I've always called you 'idiot,' and you've always refused to accept it. Isn't it time for you to admit it now?" The merchant leader sighed. "Have you forgotten the rumors about the Black Sun Curse that circulated in Toussaint a few years ago?"

Zawan thought about it.

"It seems that a young lady from the Duke's family was born during a solar eclipse, a child of disaster. His Royal Highness, who was still alive at the time, even sought out the most influential warlock brotherhood in the north to perform an exorcism on his granddaughter." The merchant leader added, "To be precise, it wasn't an exorcism, but rather an identification to determine if she was indeed the child of disaster."

"And then... it's said that the Warlock Brotherhood will come to Toussaint in a few years and take him away."

"Could it be that the Child of Disaster... is her?"

The others were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they took a few steps back, as if Syanna was a believer in Nurgle.

The merchant leader complained, "Look at how useless you are. Is she really going to eat you?"

Zawan lied, "The thing is... isn't there a curse on her?"

The merchant leader said disdainfully.

"There's no such thing as a curse. If there really was a curse, would there still be anyone alive in Beauclair?"

"Do you know the legend of the Temeria vampire bird? The entire old palace was abandoned because of the vampire bird. Even King Foltest was forced to move into the new palace. That's a curse, don't you understand?"

"If you ask me if there are curses in this world, of course there are. But if you ask if the Black Sun Curse really exists, I don't believe it anyway!"

After the merchant leader's harsh scolding, the others finally felt a little relieved.

"Then this girl..."

The merchant leader waved his hand impatiently: "Let's take her with us."

Faced with the merchant leader's instructions, everyone else looked confused.

"Boss, are you going to sell her as a slave? She's so skinny, she won't last more than a few days and will die in the mines. And that's only if she can be sold."

"If you want to sell her to a brothel... she is, after all, a daughter of the Duke's family, and the Duke's family still rules Toussaint. If the news gets to Toussaint..."

The merchant leader explained.

"Who said we were going to sell her to a mine or a brothel? She's our cash cow. If I hold her in my hands, I'm afraid she'll drop. If I hold her in my mouth, I'm afraid she'll melt."

"Don't forget, we don't believe in the Black Sun Curse, but those bumpkins in Toussaint are superstitious. Otherwise, why would the Duchess be willing to exile even her own granddaughter?"

"Aren't you afraid that your precious granddaughter will harm Toussaint?"

"So, this child is not just an ordinary little girl, she is a weapon of mass destruction."

"As long as we send someone to tell Duchess Carloberta to give our Merchant Guild some privileges in Toussaint."

"In this way, we can not only fill the vacancy left by Lord Doug's arrest, but also further strengthen and expand our power and influence in Toussaint, so as to destroy and control Toussaint's local businesses."

"Gentlemen, in this era, economics is everything. Everything is economics. Once we control Toussaint's commerce and economy, the Duke's family will be nothing more than our puppets. The one who truly controls Toussaint is actually our Nilfgaard Merchant Guild."

This is the case with the Nilfgaard Merchants Guild.

It just looks like a trade organization of merchants in name only.

But in fact, behind it is an organization with a political background that is supported by a huge imperial aristocracy.

The Merchant Guild is both the white glove and the black glove of the empire.

Many things that the empire is not convenient to do are done by the Merchant Guild.

For example, people from conquered areas were sold to mines, plantations, or other places where labor was needed.

It is not convenient for the imperial agencies to take action in such matters.

After all, while the Empire denounced the North as "backward and barbaric," it touted itself as "advanced and civilized."

Even the North had abolished slavery long ago. If the Empire personally intervened in the slave trade, wouldn't that mean that the Empire was even worse than the backward and barbaric North?
In addition to the slave trade, another area where merchant guilds can play an important role is to use the identity of merchants and merchant guilds to spy on the north for the empire, engage in espionage activities, etc.

For example, even in the tense North-South conflict in the future, the Merchant Guild can legally and reasonably appear in any city in the North.

Whether it's Novigrad, the pearl of the north, or the capital of Temeria or Redania.

In fact, it was the spies and secret agents disguised as the Merchant Guild who brought intelligence from the northern countries to the empire.

This led the future emperor, who "danced white flames on the enemy's graves", to conclude that "the northern countries are actually just a mess", and thus launched an invasion of Cintra.

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