The Witcher: Make the Witcher Great Again
Author: Chaos_God
Chapter 93: You're Serious About This?
Chapter 93: You're Serious About This?
A city appeared before Triss.
High walls surrounded it, sharp spires towered, their tops glittering.
On the other side of the city was the sea, the grey-green surface reflecting the morning sun, scattered with white sails.
That was Gors Velen.
The capital of Temeria's Velen Province.
Triss's destination, Aretuza Academy, was in Gors Velen.
A long queue of people formed at the city gate to enter.
But Triss sat upright in her saddle, urging her horse to trot forward.
The guards stationed at the city gate noticed the sorceress and immediately let her pass.
They used the shafts of their spears to knock away those who stubbornly refused to move or were too slow.
"This way, this way, honored lady!" a guard called out.
He only dared to glance at the sorceress once before quickly lowering his head, then turned and shouted at the queue waiting to enter the city gate, "Make way, make way, you country bumpkins!"
The captain of the guard, who had been hiding in the guardroom to avoid the commotion, heard the noise outside and came out with a gloomy expression.
"You bunch of good-for-nothings! Can't you even handle this simple task? Is it so hard to make those peasants line up properly? Do I have to watch over you for even this little thing?"
The guard captain's grumbling words vanished the moment he saw Triss.
His face immediately flushed red, his eyes widened, his mouth opened, and then he reacted quickly with a deep bow.
"Honored lady, I humbly welcome you to Gors Velen," he mumbled, then straightened his back, revealing his most ingratiating smile.
"I am at your disposal... How may I serve you? Do you require an escort? Or a guide? Is there anyone you need me to find?"
"That won't be necessary." Triss sat up straighter in her saddle, looking down at him.
She didn't care about his previous grumbling, nor did she intend to teach Vissegerd, the lord of Velen, that his subordinates shouldn't be absent from their posts to drink.
That was originally Vissegerd's own responsibility and duty.
A city appeared before Triss.
High walls surrounded it, sharp spires towered, their tops glittering.
On the other side of the city was the sea, the grey-green surface reflecting the morning sun, scattered with white sails.
That was Gors Velen.
The capital of Temeria's Velen Province.
Triss's destination, Aretuza Academy, was in Gors Velen.
A long queue of people formed at the city gate to enter.
But Triss sat upright in her saddle, urging her horse to trot forward.
The guards stationed at the city gate noticed the sorceress and immediately let her pass.
They used the shafts of their spears to knock away those who stubbornly refused to move or were too slow.
"This way, this way, honored lady!" a guard called out.
He only dared to glance at the sorceress once before quickly lowering his head, then turned and shouted at the queue waiting to enter the city gate, "Make way, make way, you country bumpkins!"
The captain of the guard, who had been hiding in the guardroom to avoid the commotion, heard the noise outside and came out with a gloomy expression.
"You bunch of good-for-nothings! Can't you even handle this simple task? Is it so hard to make those peasants line up properly? Do I have to watch over you for even this little thing?"
The guard captain's grumbling words vanished the moment he saw Triss.
His face immediately flushed red, his eyes widened, his mouth opened, and then he reacted quickly with a deep bow.
"Honored lady, I humbly welcome you to Gors Velen," he mumbled, then straightened his back, revealing his most ingratiating smile.
"I am at your disposal... How may I serve you? Do you require an escort? Or a guide? Is there anyone you need me to find?"
"That won't be necessary." Triss sat up straighter in her saddle, looking down at him.
She didn't care about his previous grumbling, nor did she intend to teach Vissegerd, the lord of Velen, that his subordinates shouldn't be absent from their posts to drink.
That was originally Vissegerd's own responsibility and duty.