The Witcher: Make the Witcher Great Again
Author: Chaos_God
Chapter 90: We've Had Professional Training
Chapter 90: We've Had Professional Training
"They're not bad. It wasn't a waste of our effort to save their lives."
As the portal closed, Triss heard Lynn say this. "If they had asked me for that dryad, even with a subtle hint, I would have been disappointed in them and saddened by the dark side of humanity."
"But thankfully, nothing so unpleasant happened."
Lynn finished speaking in a light tone, then turned to face behind him. "Lady Eithné, they've all left. You don't need to pretend to be asleep anymore."
The dryad that the witcher had placed under a pine tree opened her eyes and jumped up, her body slightly lowered in a posture ready to strike. "How do you know my name?"
Lynn turned around, looking at the dryad with a wary expression.
"I not only know your name, but I also know that you are the physician leader of the dryads, and that you use Brokilon's magical potions, conihaela vine, and knitbone grass to treat the injured."
Perhaps due to living in the Brokilon forest year-round, dryads were even more naive than elves.
They always displayed their inner thoughts on their faces without reservation.
Just like now.
A look of confusion appeared on Eithné's delicate face.
"Have we met before? I don't remember you."
Lynn laughed heartily.
"We did indeed meet once before, but more accurately, I saw you through the perspective of someone I consider a brother."
"But there's no need to talk about that, Lady Eithné. Now you are free, you can leave. In this forest, there should be nothing that can trap you."
"Or do you need me to escort you back?"
Eithné stood still, the confusion on her face deepening. "You're letting me go? Not handing me over to your king?"
"Ha!" The young witcher laughed as if he had heard a funny joke.
"No one is my master, and no one is worthy of my service. See my eyes? These are the eyes of a witcher. I am a witcher. We have had professional training and do not pledge allegiance to kings."
Eithné seemed to want to see through Lynn.
Her gaze remained fixed on the witcher.
And Lynn didn't avoid her gaze.
After a long while, the dryad finally relaxed her defensive posture.
"From your eyes, I see no lies tainted with venom. Alright, I believe you. However, you don't need to escort me. I can have my companions come pick me up."
Eithné picked up a short flute hanging around her neck.
It didn't look like bamboo but rather the finger bone of some creature.
She blew softly once.
"They're not bad. It wasn't a waste of our effort to save their lives."
As the portal closed, Triss heard Lynn say this. "If they had asked me for that dryad, even with a subtle hint, I would have been disappointed in them and saddened by the dark side of humanity."
"But thankfully, nothing so unpleasant happened."
Lynn finished speaking in a light tone, then turned to face behind him. "Lady Eithné, they've all left. You don't need to pretend to be asleep anymore."
The dryad that the witcher had placed under a pine tree opened her eyes and jumped up, her body slightly lowered in a posture ready to strike. "How do you know my name?"
Lynn turned around, looking at the dryad with a wary expression.
"I not only know your name, but I also know that you are the physician leader of the dryads, and that you use Brokilon's magical potions, conihaela vine, and knitbone grass to treat the injured."
Perhaps due to living in the Brokilon forest year-round, dryads were even more naive than elves.
They always displayed their inner thoughts on their faces without reservation.
Just like now.
A look of confusion appeared on Eithné's delicate face.
"Have we met before? I don't remember you."
Lynn laughed heartily.
"We did indeed meet once before, but more accurately, I saw you through the perspective of someone I consider a brother."
"But there's no need to talk about that, Lady Eithné. Now you are free, you can leave. In this forest, there should be nothing that can trap you."
"Or do you need me to escort you back?"
Eithné stood still, the confusion on her face deepening. "You're letting me go? Not handing me over to your king?"
"Ha!" The young witcher laughed as if he had heard a funny joke.
"No one is my master, and no one is worthy of my service. See my eyes? These are the eyes of a witcher. I am a witcher. We have had professional training and do not pledge allegiance to kings."
Eithné seemed to want to see through Lynn.
Her gaze remained fixed on the witcher.
And Lynn didn't avoid her gaze.
After a long while, the dryad finally relaxed her defensive posture.
"From your eyes, I see no lies tainted with venom. Alright, I believe you. However, you don't need to escort me. I can have my companions come pick me up."
Eithné picked up a short flute hanging around her neck.
It didn't look like bamboo but rather the finger bone of some creature.
She blew softly once.