The Witcher: Make the Witcher Great Again
Author: Chaos_God
Chapter 65: The Little Boat of Friendship Capsizes So Easily
Chapter 65: The Little Boat of Friendship Capsizes So Easily
Lauxer, pinned under Vrasleg's foot, struggled to say, "Sir, I truly did not look down on you."
Vrasleg kicked him hard, and Lauxer let out a pained groan.
"Didn't? Where did the clothes you and your family are wearing come from? Where did this huge lumberyard come from? The house your family lives in Novigrad, it couldn't have been a free gift from the city hall, could it?"
"Let me tell you, everything you've squeezed from the poor and the downtrodden, our Greenwood Brotherhood will take it all back today."
Lauxer tried to appear calm.
"You... you must be mistaken, sir. When I was young, I was just like you, without a single crown coin to my name. Later, after a dozen or twenty years of hard work, plus a bit of luck, I finally acquired this lumberyard."
"Furthermore, I haven't exploited the lumberjacks who work for me. You can ask them; I pay them higher wages than other employers."
"And... and if anyone in their family encounters difficulties and needs money, and asks me for an advance on their wages, I'm always willing to give it."
"Gentlemen, if you're looking for revenge, you've definitely got the wrong person..."
Before Lauxer could finish speaking, Vrasleg kicked him again.
This kick was aimed at Lauxer's face.
The monocle was kicked off, and the blood flowing from his nose instantly stained his face red.
"Please, don't hit my father anymore! He's old, if you keep hitting him like this, you'll kill him!"
"Shut your mouth, you stinking woman! Or I'll punch you next!"
Vrasleg roared fiercely at Milva, then turned his head towards Lauxer.
"Don't try to fool me, old man! Even if you were like us before, now that you're rich, you've definitely gone bad. How does that bard's poem go again?"
A nearby bandit chimed in, "The dragon slayer will eventually become a dragon."
"That's right, the dragon slayer will eventually become a dragon. You're rich now, and the rich definitely exploit the poor. Aren't all crows under the sky black?"
Clap, clap, clap—
Just then, a round of applause suddenly rang out.
"Well said. To actually make robbery sound so righteous, you're quite the talent, kid."
This unfamiliar voice immediately drew everyone's attention.
They all looked over and saw a handsome young man with two swords on his back walking up the stairs.
The bandits instinctively reached for their weapons.
But no one dared to charge forward first.
"Hey, what's wrong with this guy's eyes?"
"How can someone have cat-like eyes?"
"Look, he's carrying two swords."
Lauxer, pinned under Vrasleg's foot, struggled to say, "Sir, I truly did not look down on you."
Vrasleg kicked him hard, and Lauxer let out a pained groan.
"Didn't? Where did the clothes you and your family are wearing come from? Where did this huge lumberyard come from? The house your family lives in Novigrad, it couldn't have been a free gift from the city hall, could it?"
"Let me tell you, everything you've squeezed from the poor and the downtrodden, our Greenwood Brotherhood will take it all back today."
Lauxer tried to appear calm.
"You... you must be mistaken, sir. When I was young, I was just like you, without a single crown coin to my name. Later, after a dozen or twenty years of hard work, plus a bit of luck, I finally acquired this lumberyard."
"Furthermore, I haven't exploited the lumberjacks who work for me. You can ask them; I pay them higher wages than other employers."
"And... and if anyone in their family encounters difficulties and needs money, and asks me for an advance on their wages, I'm always willing to give it."
"Gentlemen, if you're looking for revenge, you've definitely got the wrong person..."
Before Lauxer could finish speaking, Vrasleg kicked him again.
This kick was aimed at Lauxer's face.
The monocle was kicked off, and the blood flowing from his nose instantly stained his face red.
"Please, don't hit my father anymore! He's old, if you keep hitting him like this, you'll kill him!"
"Shut your mouth, you stinking woman! Or I'll punch you next!"
Vrasleg roared fiercely at Milva, then turned his head towards Lauxer.
"Don't try to fool me, old man! Even if you were like us before, now that you're rich, you've definitely gone bad. How does that bard's poem go again?"
A nearby bandit chimed in, "The dragon slayer will eventually become a dragon."
"That's right, the dragon slayer will eventually become a dragon. You're rich now, and the rich definitely exploit the poor. Aren't all crows under the sky black?"
Clap, clap, clap—
Just then, a round of applause suddenly rang out.
"Well said. To actually make robbery sound so righteous, you're quite the talent, kid."
This unfamiliar voice immediately drew everyone's attention.
They all looked over and saw a handsome young man with two swords on his back walking up the stairs.
The bandits instinctively reached for their weapons.
But no one dared to charge forward first.
"Hey, what's wrong with this guy's eyes?"
"How can someone have cat-like eyes?"
"Look, he's carrying two swords."