Professor Gloger calmed down, bowed his head to the demon hunter and thanked him.
"Master Lynn, thanks to you, if it hadn't been for you just now, I would have turned into a corpse."
Lynn said politely, "Since I accepted the commission of escort, it is my duty to protect you."
"Rather than that, Professor, now is not the time to express gratitude or anger. Have you figured out what to do next?"
Professor Gloger looked confused.
Obviously, he has not completely recovered from the betrayal of Prince Adrian.
"Master Lynn, what do you mean..."
Lynn continued, "Since Prince Adrian has never thought about letting you live, as long as you return to Oxenfurt University alive, he will receive the message."
Professor Gloger's face suddenly turned pale. "He... he..."
"Professor, if you think that if you hide in Oxenfurt University and don't get out, there will be nothing he can do to you, then you are too naive..."
Afterwards, the demon hunter did not continue.
But Professor Gloger already understood what he meant.
"Master Lynn, what do you mean... you want me to murder a noble? This..."
To understand the meaning is to understand the meaning.
But Professor Gloger still broke out in a cold sweat.
As a scholar, Professor Gloger can recite the names of the famous elf kings in history.
You can also count the splendid elf culture in detail just like you would count the treasures of your family.
But he didn't know anything about the food preparation process.
In other words, he didn't want to understand how those vibrant causes turned into exquisite and delicious food on the table.
People who dare not even kill a chicken are now being asked to kill people.
And forget about murder.
Lynn actually asked him to murder a nobleman.
Looking at the pale-faced Professor Gloger, Lynn continued.
"No, you misunderstood, professor, I am not asking you to murder a noble, but I want you to protect yourself."
"To say the least, you don't want anything to happen to your students, right?"
The hint of the witcher made Professor Gloger very uncomfortable.
But what made him feel even more uncomfortable was...
He had to admit that the witcher was probably right.
Kindness, gentleness, kindness... these are all beautiful human qualities.
It is also what Temple of Melitele all over the north strives to teach people.
Unfortunately, Prince Adrian does not have such characteristics.
Those who have offended, or should I say, anyone whom Prince Adrian hates with gritted teeth.
Almost all of them left this world not long after.
And the causes of death were all suspicious.
When he thought that he might follow in the same footsteps, Professor Gloger felt his stomach cramping.
His legs almost collapsed, and he had no strength, making him unable to stand firmly.
Now he is extremely regretful.
If I had known this was the case, it would have been better not to accept the sponsorship from Prince Adrian.
Even if you can't discover Aet Aye for the rest of your life and be laughed at by your peers, that's better than losing your life.
"Then what do you want me to do, Master Demon Hunter? My students and I need your protection even if we leave Oxenfurt University. We can't kill anyone at all."
"Drahim Manor I've been there once. There were guards everywhere and no one could sneak in quietly."
"Besides, if we are discovered, we will all go to the gallows."
Professor Gloger put his head in his hands.
He almost went crazy.
"You are right, Professor, it seems you have no choice now."
Lynn did not take the initiative to speak.
He is waiting.
Wait for the other person to speak first.
No one will cherish the service that is delivered to your doorstep.
Among the thoughts that were as messy as a ball of wool caught by a cat, Professor Gloger finally caught a fleeting flash of inspiration.
He thought of some rumors about witchers.
Then, the corpses of those monsters in the ruins, as well as the scene of Lynn killing those soldiers just like chopping melons and vegetables, appeared in his mind one after another.
He calmed down his mood and spoke in as calm a tone as possible.
"Master Lynn, can I ask you a favor? This is not a commission, but a request. Of course, you can also refuse."
The witcher nodded. "You say."
"You can take away the treasure that belongs to Prince Adrian. I think he doesn't need it anymore."
"Then, I will contact Oxenfurt University and ask them to send someone over to receive the remains."
"My students and I will become famous for discovering the lost elven ruins, and we will probably become very busy."
"So much so that he would ignore the rumor that a descendant of the royal family had died and spread to Oxenfurt a few days later."
"I have never been interested in such market rumors, and I don't want to know the contents."
"I will not discuss such nonsense with my students. If any student dares to focus on this, I will reprimand him severely."
"The above is my request, Master Demon Hunter."
"I won't ask you what you plan to do, and you don't have to tell me. As long as you don't let Prince Adrian come again to disturb our peaceful life."
"Like you told me, I just want to protect myself."
The witcher looked at Professor Gloger.
He grinned.
"I agree to your request, Professor."
Lynn enters the ruins.
Put the box of treasure that should belong to Prince Adrian into the magic pattern leather bag.
The magic items created by high-level sorceresses are indeed extraordinary.
Now this bag is filled with a lot of wealth that ordinary people will never have in their lifetime, as well as a large amount of alchemy materials.
But it seems to have no weight, it is light and does not affect the demon hunter's activities.
He came out of the ruins.
Ride Nidhogg and stay away from the camp with the sorceress.
"You won't come with me? You know my portal can take people with me."
Triss jumps off the horse.
Casting a spell opens a portal.
At the other end of the portal, you can see the noisy market.
But that is not Novigrad, but the capital of Temeria, the city of Vizima.
Lynn waved his hand. "No, if possible, I still prefer to stay down to earth. Besides, it's not far from the Drahim Manor. It won't take me much time to ride there."
Triss no longer insisted. "Okay, let's meet up again after I buy what you want."
But before she walked into the portal, she couldn't help but ask.
"I don't understand, Lynn. Doesn't this violate the rules of your witchers? Don't you witchers hate accepting assassination commissions the most?"
The sorceress's voice was carried to the witcher's side by the wind, and seemed a little unclear.
Lynn laughed and responded, "Have you ever heard of such a sentence, Triss?"
"Which sentence?" Triss blinked.
Lynn glanced at her, her eyes glowing golden under the night sky.
"The steel sword eliminates evil, the silver sword slays demons."
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