The reception room of Orianna mansion.
The female aristocrat Orianna held a Est Est in her hand, shaking it gently.
With an elegant expression on her face.
"Demon hunters, I've always heard of your profession, but I've never seen one. I didn't expect so many to suddenly appear."
Lynn smiled.
"We don't have as many people in the south as there are in the north. The north is our main range of activities."
"Please forgive me for my presumptuous visit, Ms. Orianna, I heard that you previously issued a commission to bring back a master elf blacksmith from the underground sewer?"
"So direct? Okay," Orianna put down the glass, "Yes, there is such a thing."
The witcher looked directly into the noblewoman's eyes.
"Can you tell me more about it?"
Orianna did not answer immediately, but showed an unknown smile.
"Young demon hunter, you just recently worked hard to retrieve Holy Grail for Her Royal Highness the Duchess, and now you have to throw yourself into work again? Why don't you take two days off?"
"Or are you saying that all the gold coins Earl Raymond rewarded you have been used up so quickly?"
Lynn was not surprised that the other party knew about this.
If he didn't know, he would be surprised.
Which of these nobles does not have spies in the palace?
Every move in the palace is under their surveillance.
Of course, correspondingly, the palace also placed eyes and ears among these nobles.
A situation like this is not just Toussaint.
Moreover, in order to fulfill Lynn's promise to Lady of the Lake and expand Lady of the Lake's influence in Toussaint, he did not stop Sir Maksymilian from telling the "miracle" vividly to other people in the court.
Naturally, the rumor of Lady of the Lake's apparition spread faster than the falling leaves that brought the message.
Lynn said without hiding anything, "I heard that a colleague of mine came to take over the commission. I wanted to find out about him."
Orianna recalled, "Ah, that mysterious demon hunter who wishes to remain anonymous, yes, he accepted that commission from me, but that was many days ago."
"He has never come back, and we don't know what happened to him in the underground waterway or whether he is still alive."
"If you are willing, you can also try to go to the underground waterway to see if you can meet him. Just bring the master elf blacksmith back. I will only give the bounty to those who complete the task."
"It's just that the bounty I entrusted is only one."
"If he comes back before you, I can only give him the bounty. If you two come back together, then you can only share the bounty equally."
After getting the information he wanted, Lynn immediately stood up and nodded towards Orianna.
"Thank you for your help."
Then, he left Orianna's mansion.
Plop.
The sound of the corpse falling into the water was particularly harsh in the empty and silent underground waterway.
Lynn shook off the blood stained on the master silver sword, kicked another Nekker body lying dead on the ground, and kicked it into the water.
Beauclair is a city expanded on the basis of elven ruins. This huge underground waterway is naturally the creation of elves.
Unlike humans who are accustomed to pouring their excrement directly into big pits, the elegant and noble elves chose to build huge underground sewers to solve the sanitation problem.
Three days have passed since I left Orianna's mansion and entered the underground sewer.
So far, he has only explored two-thirds of the entire underground waterway.
No one Beauclair knows how big this underground sewer is.
No one came down at all.
Except for the master elf blacksmith Tyensail who kidnapped his apprentice in order to find Nekker in the underground sewer.
Finding a relatively clean corner, the demon hunter sat on the ground and began to meditate.
According to common sense, the city's underground waterways should be the habitat of Drowner.
But Beauclair's underground waterway has become Nekker's lair.
"No wonder the apprentice of the master elf blacksmith was kidnapped."
Contrary to popular belief, Nekker is actually an intelligent creature.
They know how to disguise themselves with paint and clothes, and are smart enough to know how to set traps.
In the past three days, Lynn has discovered more than one trap set by Nekker.
Simple, but also insidious.
Enough to kill those reckless guys who know nothing about the dangers of underground waterways.
At this moment, Lynn suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed the Gwyhyr from Mahakam.
Whoosh!
The sword blade was drawn out.
The sharp sword light pierced the darkness.
Dang!
The sound of steel clashing sounded, and the two steel swords collided with each other in the dark underground waterway, and then separated.
A pair of shining cat eyes stared at him like a poisonous snake.
"Well, I didn't expect to meet my colleagues here. You also accepted Orianna's commission and came down to find the master elf blacksmith?"
"No, I came here specifically for you, Master Letho." Superior Cat Potion gave Lynn the ability to see in the dark. Lynn looked at the bald man standing in front of him, who was slightly younger than he remembered, and then noticed the traces of bandaging on his body.
But obviously the effect is not very good.
He frowned and said, "Are you injured?"
"It's just a small injury, it's not a problem."
Letho said in a hoarse voice.
But this is obviously no minor injury.
Lynn threw an object without thinking.
Letho caught it.
When he saw clearly what he received in his hand, he couldn't help but be stunned.
School of the Viper is good at using toxins and alchemy, so Letho is naturally recognized at a glance. This is a bottle of White Farad's Decoction that can stop bleeding, heal wounds, and repair damaged bones and internal organs in a short period of time.
Moreover, looking at the color and richness of this bottle, it is obviously not ordinary White Raffard's Decoction.
Since witchers generally live in poverty, unlike what people think, most witchers do not always carry a backpack full of potions around, but only a few bottles of potions are enough.
Many demon hunters who are injured will never drink Swallow Potion if they can hold themselves together.
They have never even seen White Raffard's Decoction, which is more effective than Swallow Potion.
Letho took the initiative to put away the steel sword. "Did you get the wrong potion? Or are you in trouble and need a helper?"
"Are you always so suspicious?" Lynn also closed Gwyhyr, "You are a demon hunter, and I am also a demon hunter. Demon hunters should help each other, unite and be friendly, right?"
Letho wanted to burst into mocking laughter.
But he didn't.
Holding the tangible Superior White Raffard's Decoction in his hand reminds him all the time that the other party has given not only words but also actual actions.
He hesitated for a moment, then finally pulled out the cork and drank the potion inside.
The effect of Superior White Raffard's Decoction is obvious.
A cool feeling soon came from the wound, dispelling the severe pain that had been bothering him before.
Letho's rock-like expression softened slightly.
"Next, I will act with you. After rescuing the master elf blacksmith, you will receive 70% of the commission... I don't like to owe others favors."
"One more thing, you just said that you came here specifically to see me?"
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