The Witcher: Make the Witcher Great Again
Author: Chaos_God
Chapter 245: Gold Opens Every Door
The landlady stood by the door, propping herself up with the broom as if it were a sword.
After confirming that the vagrant children had fled and no one dared to linger nearby, she instantly changed her demeanor, adopting a fawning, almost obsequious expression as she spoke to Lynn.
"Those little brats run fast, milord. If they come again, just call me. I promise I'll beat them so they never dare bother you again."
Lynn simply hummed in acknowledgement. He didn't ask about the children. In these "Dark Ages," where human lives held little value, it wasn't always war; famine and disease could just as easily turn a child into an orphan.
"If those children come again, don't drive them away. Give them some food; put it on my tab."
"You truly are a benevolent lord."
"Hmm... Oh, right, I heard someone in the city saw a dragon recently, is that true?"
"More than just seeing it, we nearly dealt with that beast ourselves..." The landlady launched into a detailed account, her words mostly echoing what Dandelion had said on the bridge.
Finally, she slapped her thigh, lamenting, "Alas, milord, it's a pity you arrived too late. Otherwise, King Niedamir would surely have personally invited a distinguished lord like yourself to join his dragon-hunting party."
Lynn waved a hand. "It's fine. I wasn't here for that anyway. However, I am quite interested in this dragon-hunting party you speak of. Tell you what..."
Lynn subtly gestured with his eyes. The landlady quickly extended her hands to receive. Lynn dropped another gold coin into her palm.
"If the dragon-hunting party ever returns, I want you to come and inform me immediately, understand?"
"Understood, understood!" The landlady nodded vigorously, like a pecking chicken.
Lynn settled into the tavern. He rarely bothered to go out unless absolutely necessary. Apart from his three daily meals, he rarely even left his room. Following his instructions from the day he arrived, the landlady no longer drove away the vagrant children when they came to the tavern. She even gave them food.
Lynn took some time to talk with them and learned that they were all orphans, having lost both parents and with no relatives to rely on. So, Lynn offered them a choice, asking if they would be willing to become his subordinates. These children didn't know who Lynn was, but seeing his generosity, they instinctively felt he was an important person. How could they refuse?
They were even afraid that if they hesitated, Lynn might change his mind.
Thus, Lynn rented two more double rooms in the tavern for the eight children to stay in and made sure they had proper baths.
Days later, the landlady rushed to Lynn in a panic, saying someone had seen members of the dragon-hunting party return. Lynn tossed a gold coin to the landlady and then left the tavern.
He asked passersby on the street and learned that a beautiful and haughty black-haired sorceress from the dragon-hunting party had returned to the house she had temporarily rented in Holopole.
Lynn followed the directions and arrived at a very beautiful, detached house. The house was quite grand. The only flaw was that the doorman adamantly refused to let him in.
"I have urgent business with your employer. Go inform her that a friend of Geralt's is here to see her; she'll be willing to meet me."
"I doubt it, vagrant." The doorman was a head taller than the Witcher and twice as wide across the shoulders. "Though you wear fine armor, I bet you stole or tricked your way into it. You might fool others, but not me. I know what your kind is like."
"Before I knock you down, scram. My employer is in a bad mood, and she has no work for you. If you're looking for women, go to the city brothel, or find a tree hollow to sort yourself out."
"Or perhaps, your Witcher mutations got rid of your... 'thing,' and now you want my employer to magically restore it for you?"
"It seems there's no other way," Lynn sighed. He pulled a coin purse from his runic leather pouch. The clinking of coins could be heard within.
The doorman scoffed. "Don't even think about bribing me."
"No intention of it."
The doorman's massive size made him an easier target, increasing the probability of a hit compared to a leaner person. When Lynn swung the coin purse at the doorman's head, the man didn't even have time to blink.
He staggered backward, collapsing against the front door of the house, slowly sliding to the ground. He tried to get up, but Lynn quickly struck him on the forehead again with the coin purse. This time, the doorman was completely knocked out.
"Indeed, gold opens every door."
Lynn patted down the doorman and found the key. He unlocked the house door, stepping over the prone form of the guard. Beyond the door was a hallway with a door on either side and a staircase at the end leading upstairs.
Just as he was contemplating whether to simply walk in or to stand at the hallway entrance and loudly call Yennefer's name...
Suddenly, every pointed object in the hallway floated into the air, glaringly aimed at him like autonomous turrets.
Lynn raised his hands and waved. "Madam Yennefer, I am a friend of Geralt's. I mean no harm."
"You knocked out the bodyguard I hired to watch my door, and you call that 'no harm'?" The voice was disembodied, echoing through the entire house.
"If the bodyguard you hired had been willing to speak respectfully and announce my visit, I wouldn't have needed to resort to that."
"Furthermore, I truly have something very important to tell you."
Clatter—
The pointed objects surrounding the Witcher all dropped to the floor.
"Come up the stairs."
In a room upstairs, Lynn met a woman. She appeared very young, beautiful, and sensual. Her raven-black hair exuded the scent of lilac and gooseberries. Her violet eyes unabashedly scrutinized Lynn as he ascended the stairs.
"You said you're a friend of Geralt's. What's your name?"
"Lynn."
The woman gestured to a chair in front of her. "Alright, Lynn, have a seat."
Once the Witcher sat down, Yennefer asked, "Did you learn my name from Geralt?"
"No, actually, Triss told me."
"Triss?"
Yennefer certainly knew who Triss was. They had both graduated from Aretuza Academy and were taught by the same teacher. She just hadn't expected this young Witcher to have a connection to Triss.
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After confirming that the vagrant children had fled and no one dared to linger nearby, she instantly changed her demeanor, adopting a fawning, almost obsequious expression as she spoke to Lynn.
"Those little brats run fast, milord. If they come again, just call me. I promise I'll beat them so they never dare bother you again."
Lynn simply hummed in acknowledgement. He didn't ask about the children. In these "Dark Ages," where human lives held little value, it wasn't always war; famine and disease could just as easily turn a child into an orphan.
"If those children come again, don't drive them away. Give them some food; put it on my tab."
"You truly are a benevolent lord."
"Hmm... Oh, right, I heard someone in the city saw a dragon recently, is that true?"
"More than just seeing it, we nearly dealt with that beast ourselves..." The landlady launched into a detailed account, her words mostly echoing what Dandelion had said on the bridge.
Finally, she slapped her thigh, lamenting, "Alas, milord, it's a pity you arrived too late. Otherwise, King Niedamir would surely have personally invited a distinguished lord like yourself to join his dragon-hunting party."
Lynn waved a hand. "It's fine. I wasn't here for that anyway. However, I am quite interested in this dragon-hunting party you speak of. Tell you what..."
Lynn subtly gestured with his eyes. The landlady quickly extended her hands to receive. Lynn dropped another gold coin into her palm.
"If the dragon-hunting party ever returns, I want you to come and inform me immediately, understand?"
"Understood, understood!" The landlady nodded vigorously, like a pecking chicken.
Lynn settled into the tavern. He rarely bothered to go out unless absolutely necessary. Apart from his three daily meals, he rarely even left his room. Following his instructions from the day he arrived, the landlady no longer drove away the vagrant children when they came to the tavern. She even gave them food.
Lynn took some time to talk with them and learned that they were all orphans, having lost both parents and with no relatives to rely on. So, Lynn offered them a choice, asking if they would be willing to become his subordinates. These children didn't know who Lynn was, but seeing his generosity, they instinctively felt he was an important person. How could they refuse?
They were even afraid that if they hesitated, Lynn might change his mind.
Thus, Lynn rented two more double rooms in the tavern for the eight children to stay in and made sure they had proper baths.
Days later, the landlady rushed to Lynn in a panic, saying someone had seen members of the dragon-hunting party return. Lynn tossed a gold coin to the landlady and then left the tavern.
He asked passersby on the street and learned that a beautiful and haughty black-haired sorceress from the dragon-hunting party had returned to the house she had temporarily rented in Holopole.
Lynn followed the directions and arrived at a very beautiful, detached house. The house was quite grand. The only flaw was that the doorman adamantly refused to let him in.
"I have urgent business with your employer. Go inform her that a friend of Geralt's is here to see her; she'll be willing to meet me."
"I doubt it, vagrant." The doorman was a head taller than the Witcher and twice as wide across the shoulders. "Though you wear fine armor, I bet you stole or tricked your way into it. You might fool others, but not me. I know what your kind is like."
"Before I knock you down, scram. My employer is in a bad mood, and she has no work for you. If you're looking for women, go to the city brothel, or find a tree hollow to sort yourself out."
"Or perhaps, your Witcher mutations got rid of your... 'thing,' and now you want my employer to magically restore it for you?"
"It seems there's no other way," Lynn sighed. He pulled a coin purse from his runic leather pouch. The clinking of coins could be heard within.
The doorman scoffed. "Don't even think about bribing me."
"No intention of it."
The doorman's massive size made him an easier target, increasing the probability of a hit compared to a leaner person. When Lynn swung the coin purse at the doorman's head, the man didn't even have time to blink.
He staggered backward, collapsing against the front door of the house, slowly sliding to the ground. He tried to get up, but Lynn quickly struck him on the forehead again with the coin purse. This time, the doorman was completely knocked out.
"Indeed, gold opens every door."
Lynn patted down the doorman and found the key. He unlocked the house door, stepping over the prone form of the guard. Beyond the door was a hallway with a door on either side and a staircase at the end leading upstairs.
Just as he was contemplating whether to simply walk in or to stand at the hallway entrance and loudly call Yennefer's name...
Suddenly, every pointed object in the hallway floated into the air, glaringly aimed at him like autonomous turrets.
Lynn raised his hands and waved. "Madam Yennefer, I am a friend of Geralt's. I mean no harm."
"You knocked out the bodyguard I hired to watch my door, and you call that 'no harm'?" The voice was disembodied, echoing through the entire house.
"If the bodyguard you hired had been willing to speak respectfully and announce my visit, I wouldn't have needed to resort to that."
"Furthermore, I truly have something very important to tell you."
Clatter—
The pointed objects surrounding the Witcher all dropped to the floor.
"Come up the stairs."
In a room upstairs, Lynn met a woman. She appeared very young, beautiful, and sensual. Her raven-black hair exuded the scent of lilac and gooseberries. Her violet eyes unabashedly scrutinized Lynn as he ascended the stairs.
"You said you're a friend of Geralt's. What's your name?"
"Lynn."
The woman gestured to a chair in front of her. "Alright, Lynn, have a seat."
Once the Witcher sat down, Yennefer asked, "Did you learn my name from Geralt?"
"No, actually, Triss told me."
"Triss?"
Yennefer certainly knew who Triss was. They had both graduated from Aretuza Academy and were taught by the same teacher. She just hadn't expected this young Witcher to have a connection to Triss.
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