The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 21: Killing is to protect lives, killing karma is not killing people
"How's it going, Demon Hunter? Have you finished what I asked you to do?"

When Lynn and Geralt returned to the deserted road, the captain couldn't wait to ask.

Geralt didn't answer, but just looked at Lynn.

Obviously wanting to see how Lynn would handle it.

Lynn thought for a moment and said.

"The body has been burned, but a very interesting thing happened at that time."

The captain's expression suddenly became a little nervous: "Interesting thing? What is it?"

Lin En watched the captain's changing expression. "There's a man who's not dead. And you know what? He's not an Aedirn soldier disguised as a merchant. He's actually an Ebin merchant from the south."

The captain's face flushed immediately and he argued.

"That man, you actually let him go? You idiots, he's a spy sent by Nilfgaard!"

Lynn spread his hands.

"You only paid us to burn corpses, not live ones. Besides, you clearly said they were Aedirnians in disguise, so why are they now Nilfgaardian spies?"

The captain spat on the ground: "I'm too lazy to argue with you, get out! Get out of my sight right now! Dirty mutants!"

Lynn smiled coldly.

"Have you forgotten something? We have completed your commission, now it's your turn."

The captain, as if provoked, drew the long sword from his waist.

"You bunch of bums haven't done your job properly, and you still have the nerve to ask me for money? You're not leaving, are you? If you don't leave, I'll hang you for espionage!"

Following the captain's order, several soldiers around them came over with ill intentions and surrounded the two men.

Lin En gripped the hilt of the steel sword on his back with his right hand, but did not draw it out immediately.

Geralt stood behind him, protecting his back.

In his previous life, whenever Lin En read about the unfair treatment suffered by the demon hunters in the "story", he always felt that this was an exaggeration by the creator of the "story".

He had never believed that there could be such a fool in the world with insufficient brain capacity and overflowing courage.

Now he believes it.

Biology is truly diverse.

"I really don't understand why some people always like to attack fully armed witchers, or two of them... Isn't this just courting death? Is it because we don't look fierce enough?"

"Listen, we are not knights errant of Toussaint, and we have no intention of enforcing justice. We only want to take back the reward that is ours."

"You must have plundered a lot of goodies from that caravan from Nilfgaard, right? Why would you become enemies with two witchers just for a mere hundred ducats?"

"As long as you give us the reward, we will leave."

Faced with this perfectly normal request, the captain scoffed at it.

"Ha, there are five of us and only two of you. I have the advantage! Cut the crap out of it, freak! You're the ones who should be worried, not us!"

Since a fight was inevitable, Lin En no longer hesitated.

"Really stubborn."

He shook his head and sighed.

He quickly formed the Igni Seal with his left hand and pushed it forward.

A raging torrent of flames spurted out from his palm, engulfing the captain who had just been shouting arrogantly and another guard.

In the blink of an eye, their faces were on fire and they were dancing around wailing.

The numerical advantage the captain mentioned was reduced by half in an instant.

This is not over yet.

Lin En drew out his steel sword and slashed fiercely at a guard in front of him.

The guard was shocked by the miserable appearance of his companion being burned in flames. His mind was blank at this moment and he couldn't react at all.

In the blink of an eye, his head and body were separated.

Another guard roared, swung his halberd, and slashed at Lin En, but Lin En blocked it with his steel sword.

Then, the steel sword pressed against the halberd, sparks flew forward, and several fingers of the guard were cut off.

As the latter let out a shrill scream, the steel sword cut his throat.

A warm current flowed through the weapon into the body.

Attribute points: 0 (35%) → 0 (55%)

Geralt, on his part, executed the last guard cleanly and efficiently.

The entire battle process was as quick as a rabbit jumping up and down, and it only took a blink of an eye. The soldiers who were just shouting about mutant monsters had now all turned into warm corpses.

Although the code of conduct for witchers is to hunt monsters and protect people, even the founder of the code would not be so left-leaning and foolish as to require witchers not to fight back when their lives are threatened.

What's more, the witcher himself also belongs to the "people" who "protect people" in the code.

Therefore, the two witchers searched the dead guards without any moral burden or psychological pressure.

The bodies were then piled together and set on fire using the Igni Sign.

That would be enough to destroy all evidence.

Even if someone discovered this pile of charred bodies, it would be impossible to know who did it.

……

After leaving the border of Kaedwen, the two headed south and entered the territory of Aedirn.

After leaving Kaedwen, the Aedirnians you meet are completely different from the Kaedwenians.

This is not to say that the people of Aedirn respect the witchers so much, but most of them show fear in their eyes after seeing the fully armed witchers.

Even some people who looked like thugs did not take the initiative to come forward and cause trouble.

This saved the two of them a lot of trouble.

A few days later, the two saw a notice on a sign outside a town that wanted a witcher.

……

"I am a witcher, Mr. Mayor. I am not a businessman and do not sell things. I am not an herbalist and do not know how to treat diseases."

"I am not a courtier of the king. I will not collect taxes or recruit soldiers for him."

In the noisy tavern, the mayor, who was also the client, sitting opposite Lynn, picked up the beer at hand and took a sip.

"Then what do you know?"

Lynn thought for a moment and replied.

"I can hunt monsters, and if someone is cursed, I can help remove the curse;"

"If any ghouls crawl into your sacred cemetery, I can kill them all and ensure that they will not disturb the peace of your ancestors."

"So, Mr. Mayor, do you understand?"

The mayor seemed to understand, but also seemed not to understand. In short, he nodded blankly: "I think I understand."

Lynn knocked on the stained table.

"Well, let me ask again, is there anything I can do here?"

The mayor said in an exaggerated tone: "Yes, there are indeed. We have many, many monsters here, countless of them."

Lynn raised an eyebrow.

He turned his head and glanced at the bustling tavern.

I doubt how credible the mayor's words just now are.

Generally speaking, such scenes can only be seen in places that are not disturbed by monsters and wars.

However, he did not refute the mayor, but nodded: "Okay, I would like to hear the details."

So the mayor began to describe it vividly.

(End of this chapter)