The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 314 Dust is tentatively settled
Charlie did not sleep well tonight.

For some unknown reason, he always felt uneasy lingering in his heart.

Are you worried about being blamed by Her Royal Highness the Duchess?
Or was it a riot among the subordinates?
Charimier couldn't tell.

But I just have this strange feeling in my heart.

Chalimir tossed and turned on the floor, unable to fall asleep.

Helpless, he had to get up.

The armor rustled.

Even when he fell asleep, he did not take off his armor. This was a habit he had developed over the years.

Charimier sighed.

Since you've been feeling restless, why not just go out for a walk?

Thinking of this, he crawled out of the tent. The cold wind blew in his face, and his troubled thoughts became much calmer. Chalimir felt his brain cleared up instantly.

It feels so quiet.

Not to mention the chirping of mosquitoes and birds, there was not even a single human voice.

and many more……

Charimier broke out in a cold sweat instantly.

It’s quiet, too quiet.

Even if he didn't allow his men to light fires, it was impossible for the sentries he arranged to make no noise at all, and it was impossible for the patrolmen to move around without the sound of armor colliding and footsteps.

But now, the camp was as quiet as a cemetery.

at this time……

A clear sound rang out behind him.

It was the sound of fallen branches being stepped on and broken.

If this sound were made during the day, no one would notice it.

But in this quiet night, it is too clear and too abrupt.

The awareness developed through years of training made Chalimir instinctively draw the long sword from his waist and swing it behind him.

But the sword in his hand did not hit the target, instead blood flowers bloomed in the air.

A broken arm holding a long sword flew out and fell into the grass.

At this time, severe pain came.

After being hit hard in the abdomen, Charimir fell backwards, his only remaining left arm was stepped on, and a sharp sword was held against his neck.

With the help of the dim moonlight, Chalimir could see clearly that the person standing in front of him had a pair of sparkling cat eyes.

……

Lin En did not kill Charimire directly, but tied him up, stopped his bleeding and bandaged him.

At least this guy can't die now.

Although Lin En did not know this man, judging from the location of his tent in the camp and his gorgeous armor that was different from that of ordinary soldiers, this man was most likely the leader of this group of Duchy soldiers.

Since he is the team leader, he must know a lot of information.

He had to be alive before the information could be pried out of him.

Chalimir himself was obviously aware of this.

Logically speaking, wars in this era should be more merciful to the nobles.

Unless you are unlucky and die on the battlefield.

Otherwise, as long as they can survive, even if they are captured, they will most likely be able to keep their lives.

Because the nobles were wealthy, even the lowest-ranking nobles, the knights, could find ways to scrape together the money from the people in their territories to pay the ransom.

Therefore, nobles in this world usually do not provoke each other if they are captured.

But Charimire is different.

While Lin En was bandaging his wounds, he couldn't fight back effectively because his hands and feet were tied, but his mouth was busy.

He kept cursing.

At first, Lin En thought it was just a dog barking, but it barked so much that he got annoyed, so he just slapped it in the face.

He put a little more effort into it this time.

The slap knocked out several of Charimir's teeth, his mouth was full of blood, and the child was stunned.

After bandaging Charimier, Lin En stood up, looked at him and sneered, "If you really want to die, bite your tongue. If you're afraid of death, keep your mouth shut. Don't try to provoke me into killing you with a single blow. If you really piss me off, I'll make you into a stinky mess and it'll take you ages to kill."

On the other side, Gerd dragged the bodies of the dead soldiers together.

Just about to set it on fire.

Suddenly he noticed keenly that when he turned his head because of the movement from Lin En's side, a "corpse" secretly crawled out from the pile of corpses in front of him.

Without thinking, Gede swung out the dagger subconsciously.

laugh!
The dagger stabbed fiercely into the ground in front of the "corpse", scaring the other party so much that he quickly knelt on the ground.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me! Spare my life, sir!"

Ged heard the distinctive archipelago accent in the other party's common language and frowned. "Are you from Skellige? How did you end up hanging out with this group of people?"

"My lord, they forced me to do this. If I hadn't obeyed, I would have died in their hands long ago."

"How much did they pay you?"

The guide rolled his eyes and stammered, "No..."

Gerd's eyes swept over the guide and then became more stern.

"Don't try to quibble. We're not fools. You said you were coerced by the knights of the Curved Coast Principality, but why aren't there any rope marks on your neck, hands, and feet?"

The guide's face turned pale instantly.

"me……"

"If you tell the truth, I can spare your life. But if you try to deceive me, your fate will be the same as the corpse here!"

Gerd stepped forward, grabbed the man's collar, and lifted him up from the ground.

"Sir, don't kill me, I'll tell you...I'll tell you..."

The guide swallowed and stammered.

"I was in a tavern in Blaviken and owed a lot of money. Then they found me and said they could help me pay off all my gambling debts and give me more money, as long as... as long as I showed them the way..."

"But my lords, I have never killed anyone from beginning to end. I can swear to the goddess Freya."

Gerd loosened his grip and let the other person fall back to the ground.

"Were you present when the landlord and waiter of the country tavern on Great Skellig were murdered?"

"I……"

"You're also from Skellige, and the blood of Hemdor flows in your veins. Seeing your compatriots refusing to obey, don't you have any reaction at all?"

The guide lowered his head.

Dare not answer.

He didn't even dare to look directly into Gede's eyes.

puff-

The guide fell straight to the ground without saying a word.

The deep wound from shoulder to chest almost split him in half.

The guide never understood until his death that Gerd would actually kill him.

In the bard's poetry, shouldn't the good characters give a minor pawn like him a chance to mend his ways?
how come……

Gerd threw the guide's body back into the pile of corpses, set it on fire, and then returned to Lynn's side.

Lin En's intimidation just now was very effective. Although Charlie Mir still refused to cooperate, he finally didn't dare to say anything more.

(End of this chapter)