The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 228 It turns out you are also a dragon
"Master Dursley, why don't we just go back? He probably won't be able to get out."

The man with acne on his face shook his head and said, "He's been in there for almost half an hour, he must have died a long time ago."

The lumberjacks gathered outside the forest, looking silently between the gaps in the trees.

Lord Dursley used his handkerchief, which had become wet with sweat, to wipe the sweat from between his sparse eyebrows.

"We should wait a little longer," he said.

"Why wait?" The acne-prone man looked terrified. He always looked into the forest anxiously. "There's a vicious bear in the lumberyard. Have you forgotten, Master Dursley? Anyone who goes in there will die."

"Have you forgotten how many people died in there? What are we waiting for?"

"We agreed to wait for him, didn't we?" Lord Dursley whispered hesitantly.

"A pact with a living person is a pact," said another fat woodcutter. "But he's already dead. That's as certain as the sun in the sky. He was going to die from the beginning, just like those hunters up ahead."

"I have no doubt about that, but I'm worried that if he doesn't die and escapes, he might lure the evil bear out..."

At this point, the acne man shuddered in fear.

The others' faces also turned paler.

The fat woodcutter shivered as if he were standing naked on the top of the Blue Mountains at the beginning of the new year.

"If you ask me, Master Dursley, we shouldn't have come looking for any witcher in the first place. Instead, we should have gone directly to the Eternal Flame. The sacred flame can dispel everything, including that evil bear."

"Honey, is this how you ask for help? You call someone over and then leave him to run away?"

The fat lumberjack slowly turned around and looked at the stranger who suddenly appeared behind them.

The man had thick, curly brown hair, a dark brown tunic under a heavy cotton jacket, riding boots, and no weapon.

But next to the stranger, there were two girls following closely.

They walked lightly and confidently.

The girls have blue striped tattoos from the corners of their eyes to the tips of their ears, and the strong muscles from their thighs to their buttocks are wrapped in lynx skin.

Bare arms appeared above mail gloves, and the hilt of a saber appeared from shoulders also covered with mail.

In some places' taverns, there are always people who talk at length, quote classics, and discuss whether women are suitable to be soldiers.

But when people actually encounter female warriors, unless they are mentally ill, they will not go forward to provoke them.

The crowd that was originally standing at the back automatically dispersed away from the stranger and his two female guards.

The fat lumberjack shuddered again.

But this time it wasn't because of the evil bear.

"Sir, you may not know that there is a..."

"Evil Bear, I heard you say that."

The stranger nodded. "You even found a witcher and sent him in alone."

"But you don't know how ferocious that bear was. It killed three of us, and the hunters from the nearby village that Mr. Dursley later contacted never returned."

"Looks like you don't have to worry about any evil bears anymore."

The stranger folded his arms across his chest and gestured with his eyes for the others to look over.

Everyone turned around and saw rustling sounds coming from the gaps in the forest, as if something was being dragged on the ground.

Then, people saw Lin En walking out dragging the owlbear's head.

The people stared in amazement as the witcher tossed the owlbear's head, larger than a kitten's, to the ground. "This is the evil bear, but it actually has a more accurate name: an owlbear, brought with it by the Confluence of the Celestial Spheres," Lynn said, brushing off the dirt on his hands. "As we agreed, you should pay me, Lord Dursley."

Dursley hastily produced a purse.

Lynn opened it and checked it. It was full of shiny Novigrad crowns. There was no silver or copper mixed in, and no clippings on the edges. Everything was intact.

The people of Novigrad are relatively wealthy compared to other places in the north, so they never thought of cheating in this regard.

"I am happy to serve you and look forward to working with you next time."

Lynn finished speaking with Lord Dursley and turned his attention to the stranger and his guards.

"Greetings, respected sirs and ladies, I am Lynn, the witcher of the Wolf School."

"Greetings, Lord Lynn. I..." The stranger pointed to the faded emblem on his tunic—three black birds lined up in a golden field. "I'm Borch, also known as 'The Three Jackdaws.' These are my personal guards, Tia and Wea. I call them that because their real names are too difficult to pronounce."

"All three of you are from Zerekan?"

"No, they are the Zerekan, but I am not." For a man who always travels with guards, Borch seems approachable. "I haven't been to the north for a long time. I didn't expect to meet a witcher."

I didn't expect to meet a living golden dragon here.

Lynn said so in his heart.

Yes, that's right.

The nobleman before him, calling himself Borch, or Three Jackdaws, was not actually human at all.

But a dragon.

A golden dragon that everyone thought did not exist.

And his real name, of course, is not Borch, but Verentretanmes.

However, this name means Three Jackdaws in the common language.

The Zerekan do not believe in any gods, or rather, they worship dragons as their gods.

Therefore, in Zerekan, Borch is a true god-like existence.

As for those two girls, don't be deceived by their youth and beauty.

They are very open-hearted to men and are even more skilled than men.

Since you're here, that means...

Lin En recalled the plot of the novel and quickly figured out the other party's purpose.

"What are you thinking about, Mr. Lynn?"

"Nothing, I just got distracted, that's all. Sorry for the rudeness."

"In that case, if nothing else, I have a suggestion." Borch rubbed his nose.

"Novigrad, the famous Pearl of the North, is not far from here. I know there's a tavern in the city called the Spear Cave. The food there is excellent. I'm planning to go there for dinner and stay the night. I wonder if I could have the honor of inviting you along?"

Lynn shrugged.

He had no reason to object.

"It's a good suggestion. I agree."

Borch smiled brightly and said cheerfully, "Let's go, I'm starving."

(End of this chapter)