The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 92 I am allergic to green
However, she seemed to have thought of something. She glanced at Lin En, who was concentrating on enjoying the food, hesitated for a moment, and then said:
"If you wish, you can return to Vizima with me."

"King Foltest wouldn't mind paying her royal advisor an additional guard's salary."

Triss hinted clearly.

Anyone would know the choice between sleeping in the open air or enjoying the fine food and drink with a royal advisor.

however……

Lynn had devoured the bread and barbecue on his plate like a whirlwind.

He picked up the napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth elegantly like a nobleman.

"Thank you for your kindness. I appreciate it."

There was no way Lynn would be tied to Triss.

Because he knows exactly what will happen in the future.

If he doesn't make changes, not only the masters of the Wolf School, but even the sorceress in front of him will be caught in the storm.

It is impossible for him to know that danger is about to happen and do nothing.

In another world line, the ending seems to be perfect, but in fact it is just the last feast before disbanding.

The reason why the Wolf School members return to Kaer Morhen every year is not because Kaer Morhen has any magical power.

What's so worthwhile about a pile of faded rocks?

Simply because Kaer Morhen has Vesemir.

Where there is Vesemir, that is the home of the Wolf School.

Therefore, after that incident happened in the future, the Wolf School would eventually part ways like other schools of demon hunters.

And this is exactly what Lin En cannot tolerate.

Triss is a very smart woman.

She glanced at Lin En and didn't say anything more to persuade him.

"If you plan to stay in Novigrad for a while, I can lend you this house. I've already paid six months' rent in advance."

"As for the remaining balance I promised you, I'll need some time. I'll be back to this house in a week."

Of course, Lin En was not afraid that the other party would default on the debt.

In this day and age, most warlocks are still very rich and would not refuse to give even a few small gifts from the witcher.

What's more, this is Triss.

"Hold this. This is called a sound transmission box. It can transmit a person's voice thousands of miles away, as long as it is not interfered with by magic..."

"You can use it to contact me when you need me. When I have your reward ready, I will also use it to contact you."

"Don't kill yourself. Don't foolishly lose your life. Promise me, okay?"

Staring at the sorceress's beautiful and delicate face, Lin En nodded solemnly: "I promise you, Triss."

"Alright," Triss said with a smile. "Are you full? Now get on the bed. What's that expression on your face? Haven't you heard the rumors about the sorceress?"

……

Two days later, Lynn took the horses out of the hotel and brought them to Triss's house.

Apart from Nidhogg, he had no other luggage.

Bring the horse over, and you've officially moved in.

Standing in the empty house, he suddenly thought of a question.

Forget Triss.

After all, she knows magic.

But living in such a big house by myself, cleaning, buying groceries and cooking are another problem.

To be honest, he didn't really like doing housework, especially when he lived alone.

So, he thought about it, then rode Nidhogg and headed for Vivaldi Bank.

He and Weimo are already old acquaintances.

When the bank clerk saw him, he arranged for someone to take his BMW to the stable, and at the same time skillfully invited him to the VIP room.

After he finished the second cup of tea handed to him by the staff, Weimo's signature loud voice rang out from outside the VIP room door.

"Ah, Master Lin En, my friend, it's been a while since I last saw you. Where have you been making a fortune during this time?"

Lynn smiled, stood up from the sofa and shook hands with the dwarf banker.

"You're joking, Lord Weimo. A demon hunter is destined to have no chance of wealth. I just do a commission here and kill a few monsters there."

Weimo laughed out loud.

"Master Lin En, please don't say that. You are the youngest and most promising witcher master I have ever seen. I can't guarantee the quality of other witchers, but Master Lin En will definitely not be confined to mediocrity."

The two men sat down, and then the witcher spoke.

"Thank you for your blessing," he paused and continued, "Sir Weimo, I know you are very busy, so I will not waste your time and will get straight to the point."

"I came here this time hoping you could help me arrange for one or two servants to take care of the housework. It won't be for long, so just a short-term contract will be fine."

Weimo stroked his beard and said in a loud voice.

"Servant? Look at what I just said. I've never seen a witcher who needs a servant to serve him. Of course, I don't mean to be sarcastic. Please don't take it to heart, Master Lin En."

"You've come to the right person. I'm not specialized in the labor market, but I can help you find someone. That's no problem. I guarantee you'll find someone you'll be satisfied with."

"But, Master, do you have any special requests?" At this point, the dwarf banker winked at Lin En.

"Special request?" The witcher didn't understand Weimo's hint.

"That's right," Weimo coughed, "In addition to the normal business requirements, do you need anything extra? For example... warm your bed?"

Lynn understood now.

"No, as long as you are diligent, honest, and don't steal from the company, that's all."

"If that's the case, I understand. Please wait for me."

Weimo pressed the butler's bell on the table.

A dwarf waiter came in from outside, and Weimo whispered a few words to him.

But not in Common, but in Dwarven.

The dwarf waiter nodded and walked out of the VIP room.

Not long after, another dirty little kid came in.

The little girl's hair and skin were as white as snow, and she had beautiful eyes like rubies, but she was skinny and looked to be about ten years old. When Lin En's gaze swept over her, the little girl subconsciously hid behind the dwarf waiter.

Only the pointed ears are exposed.

"Come here, let me introduce you. If nothing unexpected happens, this Master Lin En is your new employer."

Weimo pointed at the witcher and said to the little girl.

"Old...master."

Even after hearing Weimo's words, the little girl did not dare to come out from behind the dwarf waiter. Only her soft and lovely trembling voice could be heard.

"Sir Weimo, this is..."

Lynn looked at the dwarf banker with some confusion.

I couldn't help but wonder if the other party had misunderstood what I meant.

(End of this chapter)