Lynn poked his head out of the kitchen and glanced at the hall outside.
Then he returned to the kitchen and asked in confusion, "It's just the two of us, where are the others?"
"Eskel and Lambert went out to collect stones and wood needed to repair the castle. When I came back, I was still wondering how they could become nature's porters."
"As for Vesemir, he stayed outside with the dwarves, instructing them on what to do."
"After all, dwarves are too short. Without Vesemir, it would still be too difficult for them to think from a human perspective."
Lynn nodded and prepared to go out to help after breakfast.
"Bring out the rest and let's eat outside."
Geralt made baked apples, bread and grilled fish.
It's not a rich meal, but it's enough to fill their stomachs.
The two of them sat at the long empty table and devoured their food.
Geralt picked up the beer and poured a full glass for Lynn.
He looked at the young demon hunter and asked, "I heard that Berengar is back?"
Lynn thanked him and took a sip of beer to moisten his throat.
"If he hadn't woken up in the middle of the night and sneaked away, he would be lying upstairs now."
Geralt raised his eyebrows. "He is finally back, although he may not want to return to this home where the door will always be open to him."
Lynn thought for a while.
I thought it was best not to answer.
Next, neither Lynn nor Geralt spoke anymore.
Just busy with what's left on the plate.
Besides eating, Lynn's mind is not idle either.
In fact, Lynn knows why Berengar was unwilling to return to Kaer Morhen for so long.
Everyone who is not School of the Wolf treats him badly.
It's that he hates his identity as a demon hunter.
Maybe even more disgusting than Lambert.
Of course, this is actually normal.
In reality, how many people like their jobs?
If you don't talk about others, just talk about Lynn yourself.
When I was in elementary school in my previous life, my classmates' ideals were either astronauts, engineers, generals, or captains.
As a result, when they grew up, some of my classmates went to work in the factory, and those who worked in the factory were dusted.
Everyone has a bright future.
But even if you don't like your job, what can you do?
In order to live and support my family, I have to endure it and continue the job I don't like.
Everyone is like this.
But the situation of Berengar is a little more special.
Because his identity as a witcher was not something he actively chose.
He longs to marry, have children, and make close friends like a normal person.
But being a witcher takes away these possibilities.
He hates the hostility of the world and hates the injustice that his identity as a demon hunter has caused him to suffer.
That's why he chose to leave Kaer Morhen and not come back for so long.
Lynn swept away all the food on his plate like a whirlwind.
"Is there anything left in the kitchen? I'll bring one to Berengar."
Geralt nodded and said, "I specially made an extra portion. You can bring it to him."
So Lynn went to the kitchen, took the food left for Berengar, and went upstairs to Berengar's bedroom.
He knocked on the door.
But there was no response.
He simply opened the door and walked in.
Berengar did not leave.
Instead, he lay on his side with his back to the door.
He didn't move until Lynn came in.
It seems he still hasn't woken up.
Lynn gently placed the plate with food on the table.
Then he took off the bandage that was wrapped last night and checked the injury.
The recovery effect of the high-grade white Raffard decoction is indeed more than one level higher than that of Swallow Potion.
It was obvious that the wound had only been bandaged and treated last night, but the wound was already showing signs of improvement.
Lynn put a new, clean bandage on him, re-wrapped it, and then left.
During this whole process, Berengar kept his eyes tightly closed.
Before going out, Lynn took another look at Berengar.
There was still no movement from the latter.
It seems that he is still in a coma.
But he forgot that Lynn is also a demon hunter.
Lynn can still tell whether he is really in a coma or pretending to sleep.
So, Lynn leaned against the door, as if talking to Berengar on the bed.
It's like talking to himself.
"I know a dwarf banker in Novigrad. Although everyone says that bankers have no heart, they are even more bloodless, tearless, and stone-hearted monsters than us demon hunters."
"But the dwarf banker I know is actually pretty nice."
"It just so happens that I have some money on hand, and I plan to ask him to help me find a suitable place to open a blacksmith shop."
Lynn glanced at Berengar on the bed.
The latter's body moved slightly.
It seems that he was affected by what Lynn said just now.
Lynn pretended not to see it and continued.
"But the trouble is, I don't know how to blacksmith. Of course, witchers have a long lifespan, and we can all learn if we are willing. Practice makes perfect."
"But I don't want to stay in a hot blacksmith shop all day."
"Similarly, I don't like to beat around the bush, so I just tell the truth."
"Berengar, will you come work for me?"
"The license from the blacksmith guild, the rent of the blacksmith shop, a series of cumbersome procedures at the city hall, and tax issues are all left to me."
"And there is only one thing you have to do, and that is to forge iron and forge swords. The more you forge, the better the swords will be."
"This way you don't have to endure the world's discrimination and malice against you for one or two crowns, what do you think?"
How should we evaluate this person Berengar?
Although he escaped from his duties as a demon hunter, he still did not forget the teachings Vesemir gave him.
Especially in terms of ideology and morality.
In fact, it's like there was a joke in the previous life called "The ways to make money are all written in the criminal law."
In this world, if a person is willing to let go of his conscience, he will not be as bad and troubled as Berengar.
But it was precisely because of this that Lynn was willing to recruit him and give him a chance.
To prevent the other party from slowly falling into the abyss like in the other world line.
Hearing the olive branch extended by Lynn, Berengar finally made some movement on the bed.
He turned around and sat up from the bed.
His movements involved the wound, causing him to grin a little.
"What you just said are all true?"
Berengar couldn't believe that such a good thing would happen to him.
It's not that he suspected that Lynn was taking advantage of him for fun.
He simply felt that Lynn didn't have that much money at all, and those words were purely to comfort him.
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