The Witcher: Make the Witcher Great Again
Author: Chaos_God
Chapter 242: You're the Wind, I'm the Sand
After a few more minutes of walking, Lynn and Borch finally reached the depths of the dragon's lair, where they found Myrgtabrakke sprawled on a pile of gold, with her tail curled protectively around a hatchling.
Myrgtabrakke was slightly smaller than Borch, and her scales weren't gold, but rather grey-green.
True dragons, of course, came in many varieties, primarily distinguished by color. Green dragons were the most common. However, despite their name, their scales usually appeared grey-green, or grey with a greenish tint, similar to other draconic creatures, and they were often mistaken for basilisks. Conversely, some larger basilisks were also mistaken for dragons.
The deepest part of Myrgtabrakke's lair was roughly the size of a stadium. The entire floor was level, but it wasn't made of earth or rock; it was gold. The entire floor of the deep cave was covered in gold.
These gold pieces weren't all currency from a single country, but from various nations. Amidst them, one could also spot vessels, jewels, and gold and silver ornaments.
As Lynn and Borch entered the deepest part of the lair, their feet sank into the gold coins as if walking on sand, disappearing up to their ankles. Both had to proceed cautiously to avoid stumbling.
When Lynn saw the dying Myrgtabrakke, unable even to lift her head, merely lying on the gold and looking at him, he quickly understood why she had been so wary.
Lynn hadn't broken into the lair alone; he had been led in by Borch. Normally, even if Myrgtabrakke didn't trust Lynn, the monster slayer, she should have trusted Borch, a fellow dragon. Yet, for a moment, she had suspected Borch of betraying her.
Any rational thought would easily lead to the conclusion that "a dragon would absolutely never hunt its own kind with a Witcher." But Myrgtabrakke had been suffering from severe poisoning for a long time, her body constantly tormented by the venom. Naturally, her mind couldn't calm down, let alone think clearly.
But then again, according to Dandelion's description, any ordinary creature in that condition would have been dead long ago. It was only Myrgtabrakke, with her formidable dragon physique and poison resistance, who could have held on until now.
After witnessing Myrgtabrakke's pitiful state, Lynn wasted no words. He immediately retrieved a vial of potion from his runic leather pouch and handed it to Borch.
"Lord Borch, you should know that our Witcher elixirs are highly poisonous. An ordinary person would drop dead upon drinking them, and even a Witcher can't drink too many."
"To counteract this, our ancestors developed an antidote called White Honey, which neutralizes the toxins of elixirs and can also be used for most types of poisoning."
"The poison Myrgtabrakke ingested was concocted by a shoemaker, using various toxic herbs. This vial of Superior White Honey should be able to detoxify her."
"If not, we'll think of other methods."
The White Honey Lynn gave Borch was not just the ordinary grade, but a Superior White Honey he had personally brewed. Its detoxifying effects would be stronger. He estimated that if Myrgtabrakke drank this vial of Superior White Honey... barring any surprises, there shouldn't be any surprises.
Back in Toussaint, he hadn't used White Honey then purely because the risk was too high. Even if White Honey could detoxify, he wouldn't dare give it to Duchess Corroberta. One, the Duchess was bedridden due to demonic influence, and two, she was old; any mishap could be disastrous.
But Myrgtabrakke was different. She was a dragon. Even if she was being tormented to death by the shoemaker's poison, her physique and resistances were still beyond what any ordinary human could boast. Otherwise, she wouldn't be alive right now.
After handing the Superior White Honey to Borch, Lynn left the cave and returned to the earlier passage. They were old acquaintances; one, after getting into trouble, immediately thought to message her old flame, and the other, upon receiving the message, rushed over despite the vast distance... In a situation like this, wouldn't it be perfectly normal for something more to happen?
Wouldn't he just be a third wheel? Lynn certainly didn't want to be a chaperone. Anyway, Borch had already promised his reward. What did it matter if he stayed inside or not?
Only, the Witcher didn't expect...
Soon after he emerged, a small figure also scrambled out.
Lynn looked down.
Wasn't this the dragon hatchling Myrgtabrakke had been protecting with her tail earlier?
Perhaps the clearing of the misunderstanding made her feel relaxed.
Or perhaps it was Lynn being Vesemir's disciple that made her choose to trust him.
She actually allowed her offspring to come out with him.
At first glance, the hatchling was only about the size of a newborn puppy, its eyes not even open yet. But it seemed to know that the Witcher held no ill will toward it. It hobbled around Lynn's trouser legs a few times, then rubbed its tiny head against him.
Lynn felt his hardened heart melt. So, he simply crouched down and scooped up the hatchling.
Initially, the hatchling cried out in alarm a few times. But it was quickly soothed by Lynn's practiced cat-petting technique, leaving only contented purrs. When the Witcher stopped, it would even bump his hand with its tiny head, demanding he continue.
"This little one..."
Lynn couldn't help but feel a touch of helplessness. Who could have thought that such a small creature would, in the future, willingly step into the tumultuous continental affairs?
After enjoying a fifteen-minute "massage," the hatchling completely trusted Lynn, falling soundly asleep in his arms, even exposing its belly.
Just then, Borch's voice finally called from inside.
"Lord Lynn, my friend, you may come in now."
So Lynn returned to the depths of the dragon's lair.
He saw that Borch had transformed back into his human form.
Beside him stood a still-charming woman.
Without a doubt, this was the previously poisoned green dragon, Myrgtabrakke.
Indeed, upon seeing the hatchling soundly asleep and seemingly trusting in the Witcher's embrace, the woman's eyes flashed with a peculiar glint. Then, she spoke.
"Lord Lynn, thank you for the White Honey potion. I can feel that most of the poison in my body has been neutralized. The rest will quickly heal on its own, even if I do nothing, purely by virtue of my constitution."
"I apologize for my earlier suspicion of you, and I hope you can understand."
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Myrgtabrakke was slightly smaller than Borch, and her scales weren't gold, but rather grey-green.
True dragons, of course, came in many varieties, primarily distinguished by color. Green dragons were the most common. However, despite their name, their scales usually appeared grey-green, or grey with a greenish tint, similar to other draconic creatures, and they were often mistaken for basilisks. Conversely, some larger basilisks were also mistaken for dragons.
The deepest part of Myrgtabrakke's lair was roughly the size of a stadium. The entire floor was level, but it wasn't made of earth or rock; it was gold. The entire floor of the deep cave was covered in gold.
These gold pieces weren't all currency from a single country, but from various nations. Amidst them, one could also spot vessels, jewels, and gold and silver ornaments.
As Lynn and Borch entered the deepest part of the lair, their feet sank into the gold coins as if walking on sand, disappearing up to their ankles. Both had to proceed cautiously to avoid stumbling.
When Lynn saw the dying Myrgtabrakke, unable even to lift her head, merely lying on the gold and looking at him, he quickly understood why she had been so wary.
Lynn hadn't broken into the lair alone; he had been led in by Borch. Normally, even if Myrgtabrakke didn't trust Lynn, the monster slayer, she should have trusted Borch, a fellow dragon. Yet, for a moment, she had suspected Borch of betraying her.
Any rational thought would easily lead to the conclusion that "a dragon would absolutely never hunt its own kind with a Witcher." But Myrgtabrakke had been suffering from severe poisoning for a long time, her body constantly tormented by the venom. Naturally, her mind couldn't calm down, let alone think clearly.
But then again, according to Dandelion's description, any ordinary creature in that condition would have been dead long ago. It was only Myrgtabrakke, with her formidable dragon physique and poison resistance, who could have held on until now.
After witnessing Myrgtabrakke's pitiful state, Lynn wasted no words. He immediately retrieved a vial of potion from his runic leather pouch and handed it to Borch.
"Lord Borch, you should know that our Witcher elixirs are highly poisonous. An ordinary person would drop dead upon drinking them, and even a Witcher can't drink too many."
"To counteract this, our ancestors developed an antidote called White Honey, which neutralizes the toxins of elixirs and can also be used for most types of poisoning."
"The poison Myrgtabrakke ingested was concocted by a shoemaker, using various toxic herbs. This vial of Superior White Honey should be able to detoxify her."
"If not, we'll think of other methods."
The White Honey Lynn gave Borch was not just the ordinary grade, but a Superior White Honey he had personally brewed. Its detoxifying effects would be stronger. He estimated that if Myrgtabrakke drank this vial of Superior White Honey... barring any surprises, there shouldn't be any surprises.
Back in Toussaint, he hadn't used White Honey then purely because the risk was too high. Even if White Honey could detoxify, he wouldn't dare give it to Duchess Corroberta. One, the Duchess was bedridden due to demonic influence, and two, she was old; any mishap could be disastrous.
But Myrgtabrakke was different. She was a dragon. Even if she was being tormented to death by the shoemaker's poison, her physique and resistances were still beyond what any ordinary human could boast. Otherwise, she wouldn't be alive right now.
After handing the Superior White Honey to Borch, Lynn left the cave and returned to the earlier passage. They were old acquaintances; one, after getting into trouble, immediately thought to message her old flame, and the other, upon receiving the message, rushed over despite the vast distance... In a situation like this, wouldn't it be perfectly normal for something more to happen?
Wouldn't he just be a third wheel? Lynn certainly didn't want to be a chaperone. Anyway, Borch had already promised his reward. What did it matter if he stayed inside or not?
Only, the Witcher didn't expect...
Soon after he emerged, a small figure also scrambled out.
Lynn looked down.
Wasn't this the dragon hatchling Myrgtabrakke had been protecting with her tail earlier?
Perhaps the clearing of the misunderstanding made her feel relaxed.
Or perhaps it was Lynn being Vesemir's disciple that made her choose to trust him.
She actually allowed her offspring to come out with him.
At first glance, the hatchling was only about the size of a newborn puppy, its eyes not even open yet. But it seemed to know that the Witcher held no ill will toward it. It hobbled around Lynn's trouser legs a few times, then rubbed its tiny head against him.
Lynn felt his hardened heart melt. So, he simply crouched down and scooped up the hatchling.
Initially, the hatchling cried out in alarm a few times. But it was quickly soothed by Lynn's practiced cat-petting technique, leaving only contented purrs. When the Witcher stopped, it would even bump his hand with its tiny head, demanding he continue.
"This little one..."
Lynn couldn't help but feel a touch of helplessness. Who could have thought that such a small creature would, in the future, willingly step into the tumultuous continental affairs?
After enjoying a fifteen-minute "massage," the hatchling completely trusted Lynn, falling soundly asleep in his arms, even exposing its belly.
Just then, Borch's voice finally called from inside.
"Lord Lynn, my friend, you may come in now."
So Lynn returned to the depths of the dragon's lair.
He saw that Borch had transformed back into his human form.
Beside him stood a still-charming woman.
Without a doubt, this was the previously poisoned green dragon, Myrgtabrakke.
Indeed, upon seeing the hatchling soundly asleep and seemingly trusting in the Witcher's embrace, the woman's eyes flashed with a peculiar glint. Then, she spoke.
"Lord Lynn, thank you for the White Honey potion. I can feel that most of the poison in my body has been neutralized. The rest will quickly heal on its own, even if I do nothing, purely by virtue of my constitution."
"I apologize for my earlier suspicion of you, and I hope you can understand."
....
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