Walking to the outskirts of the Lac Célavy forest, Maksymilian still felt like a dream.
He couldn't believe it.
In my own lifetime, I was actually able to see Lady of the Lake with my own eyes.
That goddess is indeed just like the one in the legend.
Noble, beautiful...
Although I feel very sorry for Her Highness the Duchess, Maksymilian feels that even the glorious Her Highness the Duchess is indeed not as sacred and beautiful as Lady of the Lake.
On the other side, Regis asked Geralt in a low voice.
"Geralt, do you think Lynn can persuade that goddess?"
"I don't know."
Geralt feels like he is becoming more and more unfamiliar with Lynn.
He said before that there was a way to save Her Royal Highness the Duchess.
Unexpectedly, he turned to a real goddess for help.
Moreover, he not only really summoned the other party to the world.
It seems that there is still a way to ask the other party to help.
If those devout people knew about it, they would probably have to vomit three liters of blood.
But even though he had experienced strong winds and waves, he couldn't think of anything Lynn could do to get the goddess to agree to help.
At the same time, next to Lac Célavy.
"Dear lady, if I can spread your faith in Toussaint and bring more Toussaint people back into your arms, would you be willing to give me holy water?"
Lady of the Lake did not answer immediately.
He is thinking about Lynn's proposal.
The gods in the West are different from those elsewhere.
Its power comes from the number of believers.
The greater the number, the more powerful it will be.
Of course, a good god like Lady of the Lake will definitely not indulge in power.
But as long as you are a god, you will not refuse a proposal that is beneficial to you.
Just like no one really cares about having too much money.
Of course, Lynn is not bluffing this god.
He does have a way to increase Toussaint people's belief in Lady of the Lake.
In fact, the method is very simple, just like that liar Plegmund spreading the Lebioda belief in Toussaint...
Now the whole Duchy of Toussaint knows the news that the Duchess Caroberta has been bedridden for a long time.
And if they were to know that Duchess Caroberta was saved by a miracle from Lady of the Lake...
When the time comes, many people will naturally return to the embrace of Lady of the Lake.
As Lynn expected, even a benevolent god like Lady of the Lake cannot refuse a proposal that is beneficial to him.
"Okay, I agree with your suggestion."
Lady of the Lake said with a little gentleness on his face, "However, my holy water cannot be given to mortals at will. Only warriors who pass the test can have this honor and receive this gift from heaven."
Lynn immediately borrowed the donkey from the slope.
"I understand, please let me know, distinguished lady."
Lady of the Lake turned his body sideways.
From this angle, the witcher can easily enjoy the majesty of the peaks.
"In that direction, there is a place called Innsmouth that hides filth Nurgle. In that village are all depraved and blasphemous people who worship the evil god Dagon."
"Innsmouth's cultists are protected by the evil god Dagon. Ordinary people can't even get close."
"Bring this thing with you. This thing can help you break the protection of the evil god Dagon against the cultists."
"Wait to cleanse the place of evil and retrieve their sacred objects."
"When the time comes, return to this place and call my name."
There was a cold wind blowing outside Lac Célavy for quite a while.
Then Geralt, Regis and Maksymilian, and then Lynn was seen walking out from the other side of the lake.
"It's done. As long as we go to a place called Haven Village, bring back the polluted and desecrated Holy Grail, and let the goddess purify it, Her Highness the Duchess will be saved."
Maksymilian's face was full of excitement.
"Master Lynn, the goddess is really willing to help?"
Lynn said matter-of-factly, "Of course, is this still false? The goddess personally promised it. Do you not believe the goddess? Or do you not believe me?"
Maksymilian hurriedly defended. "No, I just... can't believe it. Not only can I see Lady of the Lake with my own eyes, but I can also see the goddess performing miracles to save Her Highness the Duchess."
Geralt cast a suspicious look.
"How did you do it? You didn't sell your kidney, did you?"
Only people who are not familiar with Geralt would think that mutants are cold-blooded creatures without emotions.
And when you get to know Geralt, you will know that this famous White Wolf is so full of emotions.
Not only is it rich in emotion.
Still a sharp tongue.
In response, Lynn gave Geralt a middle finger expressionlessly.
A few days later.
Everyone rode on horseback and rushed outside a swamp filled with thick fog.
"Master Lynn, you said the cultists are gathering inside?"
Since seeing Lady of the Lake with his own eyes, Maksymilian's attitude toward Lynn has become extremely respectful.
Respect him so much that Lynn lets Maksymilian strap an alchemy bomb all over his body to die with the cultists...
The knight errant never frowned.
Lynn nodded. "Yes, this is the direction guided by the goddess."
Maksymilian's face doesn't look good.
"This swamp is famously weird in Toussaint. Some knight brothers once ventured deep into it to find out, but they never came out again."
"Even Master Artorius advised us that it is best to stay as far away from this swamp as possible."
"He warned us that even he might get lost in this swamp."
Artorius·Vigo is one of the court sorcerers of Toussaint.
He is also the uncle of Fringilla·Vigo.
Even he felt in danger, let alone others.
But since Lynn said that the goddess's enemies were hiding in this misty swamp, Maksymilian was ready to wake up.
As long as it's for Lady of the Lake, for the glorious Duchess...
Even if I give up my life, I won't hesitate.
"So dangerous?" Geralt also looked solemn.
Looking towards the swamp shrouded in mist not far away.
Where there is mist, it usually does not bode well.
Either it is Foglet, or it is something more troublesome than Foglet.
Geralt took the time to take a look inside his wallet.
This is what Vesemir taught him:
If you have to enter a place where you can easily lose your way, coins would be the best choice as a mark.
On the other hand, Regis still looks like a wise man with a faint smile, and his wise eyes seem to have seen through everything.
"Lynn, since it was Lady of the Lake who guided us here, that god will not let us come to die, but will make sufficient preparations for us, am I right?"
Maksymilian couldn't help but perked up after hearing this.
Look at Lynn with expectant eyes.
The latter smiled slightly.
"Your Excellency Regis is right, the goddess has anticipated all this, so..."
Lynn took out a scroll from the magic pattern leather bag.
He tore the scroll open.
The next moment.
A bright golden light burst out from the scroll and swept in all directions.
The fog that originally enveloped the swamp dissipated instantly like butter exposed to high temperatures.
Extensive swamps were revealed, as well as villages with faint lights.