Sending meat and wine to the troll.
Lynn's purpose is naturally to make friends with trolls and win over them.
As we all know, humans have the most colorful intestines.
Always say one thing and do another, and sometimes a third.
In comparison, non-human races are relatively straightforward.
But that's only relative to humans.
Even though the long-lived elves and dwarves live longer than humans, their wisdom does not increase with age.
They will also be carried away by the so-called "freedom" slogan.
Trolls are the kind of creatures that are too stupid to even think about betrayal.
It is the best choice for bodyguards and guards.
The future Lynn will definitely come in handy.
Therefore, establishing a good relationship with them has only advantages and no disadvantages.
In the following days, the witchers in Kaer Morhen Castle had nothing else to do, so they also joined in the work of repairing the castle.
Of course, Lambert's complaints are indispensable.
But complaining is complaining.
What needs to be done must be done.
In this way, time passed slowly.
In mid-February, the ice and snow melted.
The warm wind blowing from the mountain pass in the south blew the snowflakes away without a trace.
This year's ice and snow are melting faster than in previous years.
Outside the valley, there is already a scene of vitality and all things competing.
In the valley, Kaer Morhen Castle has been completely renovated.
Many of the missing places on the city wall have been filled again.
Some other places have been reinforced.
Although it will take some time before it is fully repaired.
But it doesn't matter.
After all, the contract signed by Lynn with them will last until the winter of this year (1251).
And Kaer Morhen is closed by heavy snow every winter.
In other words, the dwarves will not actually leave until this time next year... that is, the spring of 1252 (although it delays the dwarves for a few more months, the reward they should pay will not be less).
There is still such a long time, enough time to renovate and strengthen the entire Kaer Morhen.
The dwarves did not leave, Vesemir also stayed.
It's not just him.
He also asked Eskel and Lambert to stay with him.
It's not that I don't worry about Yarpen and Zoltan.
But the work of dwarves still requires the guidance of professionals.
After all, this castle is the base camp of the witcher, not Mahakam.
As for Lynn, Geralt, and Berengar, they go together.
Leave Kaer Morhen together.
When he was still in Kaer Morhen, Berengar joined in the modification work when he recovered from his injuries and was able to get out of bed.
It's just that intentionally or unintentionally, he kept a distance from everyone.
In this regard, everyone chose to remain silent very considerately.
Even Lambert, who always complained about Berengar's absence in the past, shut up when Berengar actually returned to Kaer Morhen.
Although the dwarves were bold, rough, and informal, they saw the atmosphere and did not come to disturb Berengar.
Previously Berengar had agreed to accept Lynn's solicitation.
Now that Lynn is leaving Kaer Morhen, he will naturally follow.
No one spoke along the way, it was very silent.
If it's not a long way, then that's fine, but Novigrad is a long way, so why don't you feel panicked if you don't say anything?
So Lynn took the initiative to break the silence and said.
"Geralt, have you decided where to go? If you haven't, why not come with me to Novigrad."
Lynn is now so poor that he only has money.
And when Berengar's blacksmith shop opens, the money spent on making equipment alone will be enough to support the three demon hunters.
Isn't this better than running errands for unscrupulous people?
Although the tradition of witchers does not emphasize that witchers are not allowed to do business.
But tradition does mention that witchers should make a living by hunting monsters.
But trees move the dead and people move alive.
Witchers are almost extinct, so why should we cling to tradition?
Maybe Geralt himself doesn't care.
But Lynn really doesn't want to see his good brother go through life and death just because of the meager income of one and a half crowns for a water ghost's head.
In the past, there was no way.
But it's different now.
The magic-patterned leather bag contains the treasures distributed in the elven ruins, as well as the people's treasures that Prince Adrian has plundered over the years.
I dare not say anything else.
At least it can be done if you help your brothers.
"No, thank you for your kindness." Geralt glanced at Lynn and could see the other person's thoughts from his eyes.
He shook his head and said in a regretful tone, "But I already promised someone else last year, so it's hard to refuse."
"Can you tell me what it is?"
Lynn is not trying to find out about others.
It's just that I'm really bored now.
A small chat can also make time pass faster.
What's more, what if Geralt needs help?
"Of course, there's nothing I can't say. Do you know the name Carolina Roberta?"
"The duchess who rules Toussaint?"
This time it was Geralt's turn to be surprised. "You also know this?"
Lynn nodded.
But he didn't know much about the name.
All we know is that Carolina Roberta is the grandmother of Duke Anna Henrietta who will rule Toussaint in the future, and Sylvia Anna who caused chaos in Beauclair.
Other than that, he didn't know.
It's not that he can't remember things, it's just that they weren't written in the script.
Where does he go?
"What mission did the duchess give you?"
Lynn Suddenly, for no reason, he thought of the romantic affair that would happen in the future between an old friend and Carberta's granddaughter.
So he jokingly said, "You don't want the witcher to find a prince riding a white horse for her granddaughter, right?"
"Yes, a prince riding a white horse," Geralt also joked, "I think you are quite suitable, Lynn, no matter your appearance or figure, ladies will definitely scream when they see you."
"Although your mount is a black horse, who said that a prince cannot ride a black horse? As long as I change your clothes, who can recognize whether you are a prince or not?"
"If it happens, don't forget to pay me."
Lynn winked at him.
"Okay, then I will reward you with a manor as reward. If you have a manor that produces wine, you will no longer have to trade the heads of water ghosts for food. Wouldn't it be nice?"
The two were talking and laughing, and the air was filled with joy for a while.
At this time, Lynn found Berengar, who was following them some distance away, and his face tightened.
It was as if this pleasant atmosphere had nothing to do with him.
"Berengar, why don't you laugh? Don't you think it's funny?"
"Hahaha." Berengar made a sound like reading on a stick.
Lynn immediately covered his eyes.
"Hell, you must have been taken from School of the Bear by Vesemir."