The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 217 I am myself, a firework of different colors
The market is filled with colorful tents and a wide variety of goods.

Standing at the entrance of the market, Lynn activated his witcher senses.

Various pheromones were clearly displayed in the world before his eyes.

"found it."

Among the numerous but not complicated pheromones, a red smoke is particularly conspicuous.

So, Lin En followed the red smoke that no one else could see and walked towards the depths of the market.

In the deepest corner of the market, Lynn noticed that the strange spice smell that he smelled in the bakery and on Alfred came from there.

There were all kinds of spice bottles and jars on the stalls.

There are red chili powder, golden ginger powder, light green coriander seeds, dark brown cinnamon sticks, etc., which are colorful and diverse.

The stall owner was a short dwarf.

Seeing Lynn squatting in front of his stall, he greeted her warmly.

"Greetings, venerable sir. You appear to be a respectable man. What would you like? Or perhaps the Ophir spices that will showcase your masculine charm? Or the Zerekan spices that will captivate the ladies?"

"Or maybe you want something that someone else likes? Like this one, the same one that Councilman Jefferson Perales has at City Hall."

"If you don't tell anyone, I can secretly give you a discount, guaranteed to be better than everyone else's."

Lynn picked up a bottle of Ofir spices.

Then he picked up a bottle of Zerekan spices.

Perhaps others cannot tell the difference.

But with his extraordinary witcher senses, he could smell the characteristics of the elven spices.

These two bottles of spices are not from Ofir and Zerekan at all, but are the result of different combinations of elven spices.

However, Lynn did not expose him.

Instead, he pretended not to notice and continued asking.

"How do you manage to have so many high-quality spices sourced from other countries around the world?"

"This is my business secret." The dwarf laughed.

Lynn put down the two bottles of spices and looked directly into the dwarf's eyes.

"You can't even tell me, Geralt? We are fellows of the same school."

The dwarf was stunned at first.

Then, the smile on his face slowly froze.

Finally, it turned into an expression of horror.

That expression seemed to say, "Hell, how the hell would you know?"

Then he picked up the spices on the ground and threw them in front of him.

He himself took advantage of the situation and rushed in the other direction.

"Ahem...damn it."

Perhaps sprinkling this spice on one's body can indeed make a person more charming.

But if you breathe it into your nose, it's really not a good idea.

Especially a demon hunter with a keen sense of smell.

In just a short while, the dwarf had run a long way and merged into the crowd.

But in Lynn's activated demon hunter senses, it was clear and conspicuous.

"You can't escape."

There weren't many people in the market at this moment, only a few customers.

Lynn easily avoided these people who were being selected in the market and soon approached the dwarf who was fleeing in front.

At this time, the other party had already run to a fence where pigs were kept. He stepped onto a cart parked next to the fence. It seemed that he was planning to jump into the fence and use the pigs as cover to escape.

But just as he stepped onto the cart and was about to jump, Lin En's right hand suddenly transformed into a blurry phantom and swung out violently. The flying knife was launched from behind but arrived first, hitting the connection between the cart body and the wheel.

There was a loud bang and the cart fell sideways.

The dwarf, who was about to jump into the fence with a difficult leap, fell headfirst onto the muddy ground covered with feces and trampled by the pigs.

The people in the market were all staring at this scene in amazement.

I don't know who screamed.

The others finally woke up from their dreams and reacted, fleeing out of the market in panic.

Lynn went around to the front of the fence.

"caught you."

"No, I caught you."

A voice exactly the same as Lin En's came from the other side.

In Lynn's eyes, the dwarf's body began to change.

He first expanded like a ball of dough, then became thinner and taller.

Her chestnut curls gradually turned silver and fell over her shoulders.

His brown vest shone with an oily sheen and turned into a green cape.

There was a sword slung at his waist under his cloak.

Lin En looked at the handsome face opposite him, which was exactly the same as his own, and couldn't help but complain: "Damn, why am I so handsome?"

"What should I call you, 'Geralt'? Or a doppelganger? Or... a mimic?"

"You're so weird!" Lin En on the other side replied in the same tone, "I have a name, but I'm not going to tell you. I won't tell my name to a monster killer."

Lin En sighed.

"It seems you already know my true identity."

The shapeshifter snorted.

"Of course, whoever I become, I can acquire their voice, way of thinking, style of doing things, professional knowledge and skills, etc."

"Or as you witchers would say, I can replicate the brain features, mind, and soul of the person I'm imitating."

"But I find it strange. Aren't all witchers supposed to have cat-like eyes? Why are yours blue?"

Lynn squeezed the amulet of deception hanging on his chest.

"Because the way you are imitating me now is not my true appearance, but the one I changed with the Amulet of Deception."

"Mr. Shapeshifter, who wishes to remain anonymous, you've already landed my companion in jail. I don't want to be arrested by the city guards while I'm trying to capture you."

After a shapeshifter mimics the object it imitates, it acquires the object's memories—though not all of them.

Therefore, he also knew the relationship between Lynn and Geralt.

"Listen, I'm sorry about your companions. I didn't expect things to get this far, nor did I expect you to come to Novigrad at this time."

"Originally, I wanted to wait until Alfred left Novigrad, then transform into his appearance and go to the city hall to remove the wanted notice..."

The witcher shook his head at the shapeshifter's words.

"This has nothing to do with what you think. Reality is all about your choices. You made a choice, and my companions suffered the consequences. That's why I came to find you."

The shapeshifter said anxiously, "Demon Hunter, you can't hand me over to the authorities. You know what the Eternal Flame will do to me!"

He gritted his teeth.

"You leave me no choice."

The hands of the shapeshifter and the witcher touched the hilts of their respective swords at the same time.

Two swords were unsheathed at the same time.

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