The Witcher: Make the Witcher Great Again
Author: Chaos_God
Chapter 64: Lynn is on His Way, Riding Hard
Chapter 64: Lynn is on His Way, Riding Hard
One of the workers immediately remembered the name of the worker Lynn was looking for.
"That guy was called Vrasleg, very young, even too young to be carrying heavy loads at that age. If you ask me, he should have learned a trade, barbering, blacksmithing, horse care, anything is better than just selling your strength."
Another worker with tattoos said.
"No one asked you that. Why are you rambling on about this? Do you think carrying heavy loads is just carrying heavy loads? It can train a person's will. If that kid couldn't even do that, what could he amount to in the future?"
Lynn didn't dwell on their argument, only concerned with his own question: "How long did he work here? Wasn't he usually looking for work at the port?"
The tattooed worker shook his head.
"No, he heard that a few of us were hired by Oxenfurt Academy to work, and he shamelessly tagged along."
"In my opinion, he wasn't there to work at all. He clearly wanted to get into Oxenfurt Academy to pick up girls. If he managed to hook up with one, he could avoid decades of hard work."
The first worker retorted, "Not everyone at Oxenfurt Academy is rich."
The tattooed worker scoffed. "Do you believe that? I certainly don't. Who can afford to study if they don't have money?"
Lynn waved his hand.
"When Vrasleg was with you, did he say anything strange?"
Another worker with a headscarf asked, "Strange words? What do you mean?"
Lynn spread his hands.
"Anything, as long as it doesn't sound like something a young worker should say."
The tattooed worker said, "Didn't I say? He wanted to get something for nothing. Who decent is like that?"
"Shut your mouth, you can't even keep quiet when there's free booze," the worker with the headscarf said, a thoughtful expression appearing on his face. "If you put it that way, I suddenly remember something. Strange things would sometimes come out of that kid's mouth."
Lynn asked, "What were they?"
The worker with the headscarf tried hard to recall:
"I don't remember his exact words, but the general idea seemed to be why we worked all day and could barely make ends meet, while the rich didn't need to work and could live in luxury."
The tattooed worker also said thoughtfully.
"I also remember. He also said that we built all the houses in Novigrad, but why couldn't we own our own houses in Novigrad or something like that."
"I could tell early on that there was something wrong with that kid. Who decent thinks about these things all day?"
Lynn looked at the workers: "Before he left, did he say where he was going?"
Everyone shook their heads.
"No, he didn't."
At this moment, one worker who hadn't spoken all along, the oldest one, smoking a pipe, suddenly spoke.
One of the workers immediately remembered the name of the worker Lynn was looking for.
"That guy was called Vrasleg, very young, even too young to be carrying heavy loads at that age. If you ask me, he should have learned a trade, barbering, blacksmithing, horse care, anything is better than just selling your strength."
Another worker with tattoos said.
"No one asked you that. Why are you rambling on about this? Do you think carrying heavy loads is just carrying heavy loads? It can train a person's will. If that kid couldn't even do that, what could he amount to in the future?"
Lynn didn't dwell on their argument, only concerned with his own question: "How long did he work here? Wasn't he usually looking for work at the port?"
The tattooed worker shook his head.
"No, he heard that a few of us were hired by Oxenfurt Academy to work, and he shamelessly tagged along."
"In my opinion, he wasn't there to work at all. He clearly wanted to get into Oxenfurt Academy to pick up girls. If he managed to hook up with one, he could avoid decades of hard work."
The first worker retorted, "Not everyone at Oxenfurt Academy is rich."
The tattooed worker scoffed. "Do you believe that? I certainly don't. Who can afford to study if they don't have money?"
Lynn waved his hand.
"When Vrasleg was with you, did he say anything strange?"
Another worker with a headscarf asked, "Strange words? What do you mean?"
Lynn spread his hands.
"Anything, as long as it doesn't sound like something a young worker should say."
The tattooed worker said, "Didn't I say? He wanted to get something for nothing. Who decent is like that?"
"Shut your mouth, you can't even keep quiet when there's free booze," the worker with the headscarf said, a thoughtful expression appearing on his face. "If you put it that way, I suddenly remember something. Strange things would sometimes come out of that kid's mouth."
Lynn asked, "What were they?"
The worker with the headscarf tried hard to recall:
"I don't remember his exact words, but the general idea seemed to be why we worked all day and could barely make ends meet, while the rich didn't need to work and could live in luxury."
The tattooed worker also said thoughtfully.
"I also remember. He also said that we built all the houses in Novigrad, but why couldn't we own our own houses in Novigrad or something like that."
"I could tell early on that there was something wrong with that kid. Who decent thinks about these things all day?"
Lynn looked at the workers: "Before he left, did he say where he was going?"
Everyone shook their heads.
"No, he didn't."
At this moment, one worker who hadn't spoken all along, the oldest one, smoking a pipe, suddenly spoke.