The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 235: Let me say it again, I, Lin En, have reached my current level because of my extraordinary talent! Give me some points!
The rest of the journey was uneventful.

They encountered no more danger until they reached a small seaside town called Blavikan in the Principality of the Curved Coast.

Even the sea was unusually calm.

There was not even any wind or waves.

And it was on the day they arrived in Blavikan that Lynn finally saw "Cat School Swordsmanship (Beginner)" appear on the attribute panel.

As always, he stared at "Cat School Swordsmanship (Beginners)" and imagined there was a finger.

Hit it hard on top.

"Cat School Swordsmanship (Beginner) → (Mastered)"

He clicked again.

"Cat School Swordsmanship (Mastery) → (Proficiency)"

Lynn glanced at the remaining attribute points.

The attribute points he gained from the previous battle at sea were just enough to allow him to level up again.

Without hesitation, he clicked on it again.

"Cat School Swordsmanship (Proficient) → (Master/Ultimate)"

New Specialty: Thunderbolt (Increases speed by 50%)

As always, a vast amount of swordsmanship experience flowed into his mind like a river flowing into the sea.

The only difference between the Wolf School's swordsmanship and the standard witcher swordsmanship is that the Cat School's swordsmanship clearly focuses more on sword dancing, and speed is everything.

At the same time, the master-level cat-school swordsmanship changed not only his brain, but also his body seemed to have undergone a thousand trials and tribulations.

The palms seemed to be waving the sword day after day through countless winters and summers, and the legs seemed to be practicing steps tirelessly day and night.

Originally, this body only deeply remembered the master-level Wolf School swordsmanship.

Now we have to add a master-level cat-style swordsmanship to the mix.

Lin En grinned and jumped down from the hammock. His body seemed to teleport. In the blink of an eye, he crossed several meters and arrived in front of the cabin door.

He stepped on the hatch and did a nimble backflip. At the same time, Gulliver on his back drew his sword at a speed that ordinary people could not even see.

Cold light flashed continuously.

After the witcher landed, the steel sword was back in its scabbard.

As if it had never been pulled out.

"It's done."

Even Lin En couldn't suppress his inner joy, and it showed on his face, which was very rare.

The "comprehensive enhancement" obtained from the master-level wolf school swordsmanship, combined with the "swift wind and thunder" obtained from the master-level cat school swordsmanship, has allowed his attack speed to reach an incredible level.

Although he hasn't actually fought with anyone with a sword yet, in his eyes, an ordinary person's sword movement is probably no different from 0.5 times the speed.

Of course, this is still without the strength to take drugs.

If you take drug use into account, then his strength can be taken to a higher level.

Lin En estimated that with his current swordsmanship, even Bonhart, the "demon hunter killer" in the original novel, would probably not be his match.

……

Inside the tavern in Blavikan.

The sound of clinking glasses and toasting each other was endless.

"cheers!"

"Mr. Lin En, I'll toast you again!"

The witcher was surrounded by sailors who were vying to express their respect and gratitude.

On the other side, the captain also took his cup and clinked it with Borch's.

"Come on, Mr. Borch, let's have some more!"

"By the way, Monsieur Borch, I must return this to you first, or I am afraid I may forget it tomorrow morning."

The captain returned the full fare Borch had paid when he boarded the ship. "Don't be embarrassed, Mr. Borch. Thanks to you, Mr. Lynn, and of course the two beautiful ladies... I've earned much more than you paid for this trip."

"After all, it's a battleship. I never dared to dream of such a treasure before."

"Furthermore, if it weren't for your bravery, my men and I would have perished at sea by now. Even for this, I shouldn't charge you for the boat fare."

Borch took it without hesitation.

At the same time, drink the wine in the glass.

"Captain, I will miss the days when we conquered the sea together."

The captain said gratefully, "Thank you. I will remember you, Mr. Borch."

The revelry lasted until late at night before it finally died down.

The next day, when everyone else was still fast asleep, Lynn and Borch, who were not affected by alcohol at all, slipped away from the celebration party, so Tia and Via, who were not forced to drink, left the tavern.

They set out again, starting from Blavikan and heading north to the Bla River.

The Bula River originates from the Feilong Mountains.

Just go upstream along the Bra River and you will reach Holopor.

But when they had traveled for several days, they arrived near Holopor.

However, they discovered that a roadblock had been set up on the only ferry bridge within a radius of dozens of miles.

A long, sturdy beam fixed with brackets blocked the bridge deck.

Halberdiers in buttoned leather coats and mail armor stood guard on either side.

A pennant with a silver griffin pattern against a red background fluttered in the wind.

Lynn recognized it.

That is the flag of the Kingdom of Kangongen.

"What's going on?" Borch cried as he rode up to the roadblock. "Isn't this passable?"

"Do you have a pass?"

The nearest halberdier answered.

He had a straw in his mouth because he was bored.

"What pass? What's the matter? Disease? War? On whose orders did you block the bridge?"

"By order of King Niedamir, ruler of Kangon."

The halberdiers pointed to the pennants flying on the edge of the bridge and said, "If you don't have a pass, you can't pass."

Lin En asked on horseback, "When did Holopor surrender to Kangongen?"

"I don't understand topics like politics, nor am I interested. I'm only responsible for checking passes. If you have any questions, you can go to our captain."

Following the halberd soldier's guidance, Lynn and his party found the captain next to the toll booth outside the ferry bridge.

He was now sitting on a large pile of hay, drawing patterns in the sand with the point of his halberd.

The painting was of a woman, and surprisingly it was very well done.

Next to him sat a thin young man.

The young man wore a strange purple-red hat and a gorgeous dress of the same color, embroidered with exquisite patterns.

In his hands, he was carefully stroking the lute strings.

There is no doubt that this young man is also a bard.

But unlike the bard who always appears to be cheerful and optimistic in people's impression, this young man now looks so melancholy.

Noticed someone approaching with a horse.

The bard looked up.

Just happened to meet Lin En's eyes.

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