The Witcher: Make the Witcher Great Again
Author: Chaos_God
Chapter 92: Oh Freedom! What Crimes Are Committed in Thy Name!
Chapter 92: Oh Freedom! What Crimes Are Committed in Thy Name!
What he needed was a servant to clean the house and buy groceries, not a child who needed to be taken care of herself.
"Master Lynn, don't you need a servant? Don't let this child's thin arms and legs fool you; she can do a lot of work."
"And her demands aren't high either. She just needs a roof over her head and two meals a day. You don't even need to pay her wages."
"Honestly, if it weren't for Novigrad's city hall regulations against employing child labor, I would have taken this child in myself."
"Ah, sometimes having too advanced a system is also a flaw."
After listening to the dwarven banker's words, Lynn's eyes twitched. "Lord Vimme, do I look like a degenerate noble with some peculiar fetish?"
Seemingly sensing that the atmosphere was wrong, Vimme was startled.
He hurriedly explained.
"No, of course not! By the gods, how could I think of you in such a way, Master? You've misunderstood. I really just think this child would be perfect for you."
"Of course, it's up to you. If you don't think it's suitable, then I'll find someone else for you."
Saying this, Vimme turned to the dwarven attendant. "Lukas, take this child away."
The dwarven attendant nodded and said to the little girl, "Let's go."
The two walked towards the door of the meeting room.
Looking at that thin and frail back, for some reason, a particularly strange thought suddenly popped into Lynn's mind:
If he didn't do something, this might be the last time he saw this pitiful little girl, like an abandoned little animal.
Finally, Lynn's heart softened.
"Wait a moment."
The dwarven attendant had already pushed open the door of the meeting room.
Hearing Lynn's words, he stopped in his tracks.
"Lord Vimme, I will give this child a one-month trial period. During this month, she will be responsible for cleaning my house, washing my clothes, sheets, and bedding, buying groceries, cooking, taking care of my horse, and so on."
"If she does well, she can stay and continue to serve me. Of course, I won't give her a single copper less than what she deserves..."
"I will give her a month to prove that she can handle this job, but if she disappoints me, I will send her back."
"Lord Vimme, please have your man take her down first, let her take a bath, and then give her a clean set of clothes."
Vimme grinned and instructed his attendant.
"Lukas, you heard what Master Lynn said. Do as he says."
What he needed was a servant to clean the house and buy groceries, not a child who needed to be taken care of herself.
"Master Lynn, don't you need a servant? Don't let this child's thin arms and legs fool you; she can do a lot of work."
"And her demands aren't high either. She just needs a roof over her head and two meals a day. You don't even need to pay her wages."
"Honestly, if it weren't for Novigrad's city hall regulations against employing child labor, I would have taken this child in myself."
"Ah, sometimes having too advanced a system is also a flaw."
After listening to the dwarven banker's words, Lynn's eyes twitched. "Lord Vimme, do I look like a degenerate noble with some peculiar fetish?"
Seemingly sensing that the atmosphere was wrong, Vimme was startled.
He hurriedly explained.
"No, of course not! By the gods, how could I think of you in such a way, Master? You've misunderstood. I really just think this child would be perfect for you."
"Of course, it's up to you. If you don't think it's suitable, then I'll find someone else for you."
Saying this, Vimme turned to the dwarven attendant. "Lukas, take this child away."
The dwarven attendant nodded and said to the little girl, "Let's go."
The two walked towards the door of the meeting room.
Looking at that thin and frail back, for some reason, a particularly strange thought suddenly popped into Lynn's mind:
If he didn't do something, this might be the last time he saw this pitiful little girl, like an abandoned little animal.
Finally, Lynn's heart softened.
"Wait a moment."
The dwarven attendant had already pushed open the door of the meeting room.
Hearing Lynn's words, he stopped in his tracks.
"Lord Vimme, I will give this child a one-month trial period. During this month, she will be responsible for cleaning my house, washing my clothes, sheets, and bedding, buying groceries, cooking, taking care of my horse, and so on."
"If she does well, she can stay and continue to serve me. Of course, I won't give her a single copper less than what she deserves..."
"I will give her a month to prove that she can handle this job, but if she disappoints me, I will send her back."
"Lord Vimme, please have your man take her down first, let her take a bath, and then give her a clean set of clothes."
Vimme grinned and instructed his attendant.
"Lukas, you heard what Master Lynn said. Do as he says."