The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 91 We have received professional training

Chapter 91 We have received professional training
"They are not bad. It's worth our trouble to save their lives."

As the portal closed, Triss heard Lynn say, "If they asked me for the dryad, even a subtle hint, I would be disappointed in them and saddened by the dark side of human nature."

"But fortunately, such unpleasant things did not happen."

Lin En finished speaking in a brisk tone, then turned and said to the person behind him, "Ms. Aglais, they have all left. You don't have to pretend to be asleep anymore."

The dryad that the witcher had placed under a pine tree opened its eyes, jumped up, and leaned down slightly, ready to pounce at any moment. "How do you know my name?"

Lynn turned around and looked at the tree spirit with a wary expression on his face.

"Not only do I know your name, I also know that you are the leader of the dryads' physicians. You can heal the wounded with Brokilon's magic potion, Cornehale vine, and boneweaver grass."

Perhaps because they have lived in the Brokilon Forest for many years, dryads are simpler than elves.

They always show their inner thoughts on their faces without reservation.

Just like it is now.

A look of confusion appeared on Aglaise's delicate face.

"Have we met before? But I don't remember you."

Lynn said with a laugh.

"We have indeed met before, but to be more precise, I saw you through the eyes of someone I consider a brother."

"But there's no need to say this, Ms. Aegles. You're free now and can leave. There shouldn't be anything in this forest that can trap you."

"Or do you need me to escort you back?"

Aigles stood still, her face filled with confusion. "You're letting me go? You're not going to give me to your king?"

"Ha!" The young witcher laughed out loud as if he heard a funny joke.

"No one is my master, and no one is worthy of my service. Do you see my eyes? Those are the eyes of a witcher. I am a witcher, and we are professionally trained. We will not be loyal to the king."

It was as if Aglais was seeing through Lynn.

His eyes were fixed on the witcher.

And Lynn didn't avoid looking.

After a while, the tree spirit finally relaxed its attitude of facing a great enemy.

"I don't see any venomous lies in your eyes. Okay, I believe you. But you don't have to send me off. I can ask my companions to pick me up."

Aigles picked up the piccolo hanging around his neck.

It doesn't look like bamboo, but rather the finger bones of some creature.

She blew softly.

The sound, which only the demon hunter could hear, spread far and wide.

After waiting almost from daylight until dark, some figures finally appeared in the woods.

Lin En knew that they were coming to pick up the other party's companion.

He waved at the other person.

"Your companions are here to pick you up, let's go."

"Also, say hello to Ms. Aisna for me. I might have the opportunity to visit the dryad's territory in the future."

"I am not your enemy, so please don't point the tree spirit's bow and arrow at my head."

"Finally, my name is Lynn, don't forget it."

……

The next day.

Lynn woke up on the soft velvet bed in her villa in the upper part of Novigrad.

He sat up.

Beside him lay Triss with a satisfied smile on her face.

Although the sorceress was covered with a thin quilt, one could still see underneath the quilt her beautiful figure, like a goddess in ancient Greek mythology.

Last night, after Aeglese and her companions left, Triss used teleportation to send herself and Lin En back to her house in Novigrad. Originally, Lin En had planned to say goodbye and leave first.

Come back the next day during the day to collect your reward.

But Triss took his hand and led him into the bathroom.

The sorceress's hands were much thinner and more delicate than his.

But he was still dragged into the bathroom by the sorceress.

After all, who wouldn’t like Triss if they have played the game?
What happened after that seemed much more logical.

The sorceress is passionate and unrestrained.

She doesn't care about the rules and regulations that restrict women in this era.

As long as it is a man they like, they will boldly pursue him actively instead of just waiting passively.

As for Lynn.

Of course, he is not a eunuch who would disappoint a woman even if she takes the initiative.

And so the two continued until very late.

Triss fell asleep with her arms around his neck.

Perhaps it was Lynn's movement of getting up that woke her up.

The sorceress opened her eyes lazily.

Lynn put on his shirt and pants and said to her gently, "Sleep a little longer, ma'am. It's still early."

"Call me Triss, that's what my friends call me." Although they had only spent a short time together, Triss had already decided that the young witcher was definitely a friend worth making friends with.

Maybe, more than just friends.

She propped herself up on her elbows and gently patted the bed with her free hand: "Come to me, my warrior."

The witcher obediently sat back down on the bed.

The two stayed in bed for almost two hours before getting up.

"What would you like to eat? A standard Temeria breakfast? Or a Nilfgaardian breakfast that's cold and austere, emphasizing efficiency over taste? Or perhaps a Novigradian breakfast that's full of petite bourgeois flair."

"I also can."

"Then have one of each."

She waved her staff, and the pots and pans suddenly had a will of their own and began to move. They were like an army that followed orders, and each kitchen utensil had its own job to do, and they worked efficiently.

Soon, a large table of delicious breakfast was freshly baked.

The witcher was amazed by what he saw.

At the dining table, Triss used her knife and fork gracefully.

Then she frowned as she saw Lynn picking out the green vegetables like a picky child.

"You should eat these vegetables as much as you eat meat."

Lynn didn't even look up: "I'm allergic to green."

Triss held her forehead helplessly.

He was so mature, reliable and steady before, but now he is as childish as a big kid.

However, Triss could understand Lin En.

After all, in a demon hunter's career, it is normal to go without meat for several months in a row.

Moreover, considering the dangerous nature of a witcher's job, living to a hundredth birthday does not depend on green vegetables.

As for the demon hunter, due to his physical mutation, it is not a big deal if he does not eat a balanced diet of meat and vegetables.