The Witcher: Make the Witcher Great Again
Author: Chaos_God
Chapter 61: You Can't Judge Everyone's Constitution by the Same Standard
Chapter 61: You Can't Judge Everyone's Constitution by the Same Standard
Lynn left his sword and horse at the entrance.
Then, passing through the main gate of Oxenfurt Academy, a completely different world appeared before him.
Oxenfurt Academy was completely different from the towns made up of ordinary buildings, nor was it like the towns where every inch of land was fought over.
Everything here retained the appearance it had when the elves left.
Wide alleys were paved with colorful gravel, flanked by pleasing small palaces, as well as openwork fences, walls, hedges, canals, bridges, flowerbeds, and green parks.
Only a few towering and rough mansions stood out, clearly built after the elves had departed.
Everything seemed clean, peaceful, and dignified.
Students strolled through the alleys, intently reading thick books and parchment manuscripts.
Others sat on benches, lawns, and flowerbeds, discussing their homework or cautiously playing brain-teasing games like "odds or evens."
Professors also wandered nearby, engaging in eager conversations or debates while maintaining etiquette and demeanor.
Young teaching assistants loitered everywhere, their eyes fixed on the hemlines of female students' skirts.
Oxenfurt, where the academy was located, sat on the north bank of the Pontar River, and a fresh breeze blew from the Pontar, bringing a faint mist.
A slightly stronger smell of hydrogen sulfide came from the alchemy building towering by the canal. Grey-and-yellow bullfinches chirped in the park's bushes.
And a gorilla squatted on a poplar tree, undoubtedly having escaped from the natural history department's zoo.
It took Lynn some time to learn the location of Professor Gloger's office from several young and enthusiastic students.
...
In an office, Lynn met Professor Gloger.
The professor was about forty to fifty years old, with a beard, a serious face, and a tall, thin build.
He gave off an impression of being knowledgeable, rigorous, and earnest.
When he heard that Lynn had come about the request, Professor Gloger couldn't help but size up the witcher from top to bottom.
"You're really a witcher?"
Lynn nodded and said, "The real deal."
"Forgive my bluntness, but you look awfully young."
"The Trial of the Grasses caused mutations in our bodies and greatly slowed down our aging. Of course, I know you don't want to hear that. So, let me put it another way..."
Lynn spread his hands. "Who knows how long it will be before the next witcher passes through Oxenfurt? In that case, why not let me give it a try? You don't have much to lose anyway, Professor, do you?"
Professor Gloger thought quickly for a moment.
He felt that Lynn's words made a lot of sense.
Anyway, even if the commission failed, he definitely wouldn't have to pay.
Of course, it would be even better if it succeeded.
Lynn left his sword and horse at the entrance.
Then, passing through the main gate of Oxenfurt Academy, a completely different world appeared before him.
Oxenfurt Academy was completely different from the towns made up of ordinary buildings, nor was it like the towns where every inch of land was fought over.
Everything here retained the appearance it had when the elves left.
Wide alleys were paved with colorful gravel, flanked by pleasing small palaces, as well as openwork fences, walls, hedges, canals, bridges, flowerbeds, and green parks.
Only a few towering and rough mansions stood out, clearly built after the elves had departed.
Everything seemed clean, peaceful, and dignified.
Students strolled through the alleys, intently reading thick books and parchment manuscripts.
Others sat on benches, lawns, and flowerbeds, discussing their homework or cautiously playing brain-teasing games like "odds or evens."
Professors also wandered nearby, engaging in eager conversations or debates while maintaining etiquette and demeanor.
Young teaching assistants loitered everywhere, their eyes fixed on the hemlines of female students' skirts.
Oxenfurt, where the academy was located, sat on the north bank of the Pontar River, and a fresh breeze blew from the Pontar, bringing a faint mist.
A slightly stronger smell of hydrogen sulfide came from the alchemy building towering by the canal. Grey-and-yellow bullfinches chirped in the park's bushes.
And a gorilla squatted on a poplar tree, undoubtedly having escaped from the natural history department's zoo.
It took Lynn some time to learn the location of Professor Gloger's office from several young and enthusiastic students.
...
In an office, Lynn met Professor Gloger.
The professor was about forty to fifty years old, with a beard, a serious face, and a tall, thin build.
He gave off an impression of being knowledgeable, rigorous, and earnest.
When he heard that Lynn had come about the request, Professor Gloger couldn't help but size up the witcher from top to bottom.
"You're really a witcher?"
Lynn nodded and said, "The real deal."
"Forgive my bluntness, but you look awfully young."
"The Trial of the Grasses caused mutations in our bodies and greatly slowed down our aging. Of course, I know you don't want to hear that. So, let me put it another way..."
Lynn spread his hands. "Who knows how long it will be before the next witcher passes through Oxenfurt? In that case, why not let me give it a try? You don't have much to lose anyway, Professor, do you?"
Professor Gloger thought quickly for a moment.
He felt that Lynn's words made a lot of sense.
Anyway, even if the commission failed, he definitely wouldn't have to pay.
Of course, it would be even better if it succeeded.