The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 52: King Edi only needs to be a puppet, and King Reid has a lot to consider

Not long after, footsteps were heard again.

This time, the person who appeared was no longer a killer, but a familiar-looking caravan guard.

He was shocked when he saw the corpses lying on the ground, but then he was relieved when he saw that Lynn and Istrade were fine.

"My Lord, Master Lin En, are you all right?"

Lynn nodded: "Where's Geralt?"

"Master Geralt is down there helping us defend against the enemy attacks."

When Istrade saw that it was one of his men coming in, he immediately felt relieved.

He began to inquire about the situation.

I learned that the first floor of the hotel is now under their firm control.

But they didn't know how many enemies were lying in ambush outside.

Some people tried to rush out but were knocked down by arrows shot from outside.

Istrade couldn't help but admire Lynn's previous judgment.

The caravan guards asked Istrade, "Sir, what should we do now?"

"We'll stay in the inn until dawn," Istrade paused and asked Lin En in a gentle tone, "Master Lin En, do you have anything else to add?"

Lin En nodded and said, "A wise judgment, Your Excellency. I have nothing more to say."

Istrade was very polite to Lynn.

But when facing his subordinates, Istrade returned to his previous standard superior posture.

"Then do as I say."

"Yes!"

The caravan guards bowed slightly.

Stride out of the room.

soon.

The captain of the guard sent a few people up to guard the corridor.

There were also people left on the stairs leading from the second floor to the first floor.

As for the rest of the people, they all stayed on the first floor and built a temporary position using the tables and chairs in the first floor hall.

Because Istrade's room was filled with corpses.

Even if the body was cleaned up, there would still be bloodstains that would take some time to clean up.

So Lynn and Istrade simply moved to Lynn's room.

Neither of them felt like sleeping.

Istrade sat down to rest away from the window, while Lynn placed Gulliversir in front of him and sat on the floor to meditate.

There were no lights in the room.

No one spoke either.

And so it went on until dawn.

……

Only when it was completely bright did Istrade's men dare to approach the window cautiously.

Look outside.

Outside the hotel, it was quiet.

After a while, the captain of the guard sent two people out.

Did some searching.

Not long after, the two returned safely.

Sure enough, there were no more ambushers outside.

I just don't know when they withdrew.

Lynn walked out of the hotel with the others.

Go to the stable to check.

Only then did they discover that the three men Istrade had left in the stable had their throats cut.

But strangely, there was no sign of a fight in the stable.

Geralt sniffed the remaining wine bottle at the scene and smelled the scent of anesthetic powder.

Then he handed the bottle to Lynn.

Lynn also smelled the anesthetic powder. "I see. Now everything makes sense."

Anesthetic powder is the drug in the world of Witcher. It's no wonder that the three people were killed without any resistance after adding this stuff to the wine.

The cargo on the carriages parked in the stable showed no signs of having been touched.

But all the horses were killed.

This is obvious.

The attackers' purpose was not to kill or rob, nor were they ordinary bandits.

They came here just to kill people.

Istrade's men went to examine the bodies of the attackers who died last night.

They found that the attackers did not seem to be from the same group, but from two different gangs.

The attackers who died on the second floor were all wearing breastplates and chain mail shirts. Although the emblems on the armor had been erased, there was no doubt that these people were a group of professional soldiers.

As for those who attacked the first floor, their attire was much more chaotic. Some wore leather armor, while others wore cotton armor, and the weapons they used were even more varied.

This shows that those people are a group of mercenaries.

The findings on the body further support the view that "the attacker came out to kill people."

Next.

Under Istrada's orders, his men searched the entire inn, almost digging three feet underground.

But they couldn't find the hotel owner and waiter who hosted them last night.

However, in the cellar of the inn, one of the caravan guards found several naked corpses that had long been dead, soaked in wine barrels.

Although there was nothing on their bodies to provide proof, judging from the attack last night, these bodies were most likely the real owners and waiters of the hotel.

Istrade and his men all looked gloomy.

Obviously they all knew who was behind the attack.

The instigator and biggest beneficiary of the Povis secession, and the current king who rules Povis, Reid.

Of course, everyone knows that King Reid controls more than just Povis.

After the split of Povis, King Idi, who seized power from the Tisen family, was the nominal King of Kovir, but in fact, even the power of Kovir had long fallen into the hands of King Reid.

As long as King Idi is a puppet, King Reid will have a lot to consider.

Istrade's guards were talking among themselves.

"We can't stay here. We have to leave. God knows when those attackers will come back."

"How can we leave? All the horses have been killed. Without horses, how can we take away all this cargo?"

No one said anything now.

The cargo on the carriages were all high-quality weapons purchased in Mahakam, and no one dared to leave them alone.

In this era where human life is worthless, many people even take it for granted that human life is not as important as valuable goods.

Even if we take a step back and ignore the goods, it is unrealistic for a group of people to walk to Talgo City.

In this era, most people were bound to the land where they were born for their entire lives. In addition to the fact that the lords would hang the peasants who escaped, there was a more important reason: the peasants had no means of transportation.

Trying to walk to another village or town on foot is much more difficult than you might imagine.

Istrada remained silent.

He heard everything his men said, but he had no intention of interfering.

He knew his men were right.

No one can be sure that there were only the same number of attackers as last night, or that there was only that wave of attackers.

If they stayed here, they might be attacked again.

But if he set out like this, abandoning all the cargo would not only cause him to suffer terrible losses, but would also make him and his men exhausted on the road.

If we were attacked again at that time...

Istrade couldn't help but feel a little impatient.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed from the corner of his eye that Lynn and Geralt were squatting near the stable, looking like they were trying to identify something.

An absurd idea suddenly popped up in Istrade's mind.

But he did not reject this ridiculous idea, but held on to it tightly as if it were a life-saving straw.

He walked forward with some anticipation.

But before he could get close, he was stopped by the young witcher.

"Sir, please don't go any further. Please stand there and don't move." Lin En stretched out his hand and waved at Istrade. "You will destroy the traces here."

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