"I suspect I heard it wrong just now. Can you say it again?"
In the dim underground water, only the hoarse voice of Letho sounded.
Lynn walked side by side with him.
With dark vision provided by Superior Cat Potion, neither of them used torches.
"I hope you can serve me. I mean you, Serrit, Auckes, and the other School of the Viper witchers I haven't mentioned - if you can find them."
Letho stopped, looked at Lynn, and said seriously.
"First of all, I must declare that your potion is very helpful for my injury, and I am very grateful for it."
"Then, notice I say then."
"Do you know what you are talking about, Lynn? Do you know how much it will cost you to hire us to serve you?"
Lynn holds out a finger.
"I will pay each of you three hundred Oren per month. I know this is only equivalent to the reward you usually only have for two or three commissions, but don't refuse in a hurry."
"A dock worker can earn about sixty Oren per month, but they have to work from morning to night, but you don't. Regardless of whether you have work or not, you can safely earn three hundred Oren, which is five times their income."
"Although the income from the commissions you usually receive is high, you don't get the money every time. Even if you can get it, you will always be deducted. Don't forget that I am also a demon hunter. Of course I am not unaware of the bad things I have experienced in this industry."
"And in many cases, the unscrupulous people who hire you often give out wrong information, which further increases the risk."
"But if you work for me, I can't say that there won't be any risks, but at least the cost of repairing weapons, armor, and consuming magic potions and alchemy bombs will be reimbursed to you."
"So, what's your answer?"
The bald man frowned.
The proposal given by Lynn is actually not too bad.
But it's too good.
And it's still incredibly good.
Three hundred Oren doesn't look like much.
That is the reward for two or three commissions.
But don't forget, any mission that requires a demon hunter will risk your life.
Not only that, but you also risk the employer's default.
If the employer refuses to give you life or death, you will have no choice but to consider yourself unlucky.
Even if the employer paid as promised, after deducting the cost of repairing the silver sword, leather armor, and potions, there would not be much money left.
Moreover, now there are fewer and fewer commissions being received, and demon hunters are facing more and more hostility and discrimination.
Even Letho clearly feels that the current world is much more difficult than in the past.
If you can have a stable job, why not?
However, Letho did not immediately agree to Lynn.
Because he doesn't fully trust the other party yet.
He has two main concerns:
First, the other party is also a demon hunter, and he is still so young...
Where did the other party get so much money?
Second, he was worried that the other party would treat them like killers.
Only this situation can explain why the other party needs so many demon hunters.
If it's the latter, no matter how tempting the offer is, Letho will have no choice but to refuse.
Although School of the Viper did produce some "Forsworn" who engaged in assassination activities that deviated from the principles of the Witcher, Letho did not agree with their practices.
Most of the members of School of the Viper have not fallen to this level.
That's why they refused the recruitment of the Nilfgaard usurper emperor...
That's why their base camp was breached by the Nilfgaard army...
That's why the surviving members of Letho and School of the Viper were scattered around the south, struggling to make ends meet.
"We can talk about this later, after we get out of the smelly underground water here."
After listening to Letho's answer, Lynn knew that the other party still had a grudge.
But he can understand it.
So he nodded noncommittally and stopped talking about it.
"You have been in the underground waterway longer than me. You should have a thorough understanding of the terrain of the underground waterway, right?"
Letho glanced around cautiously.
"Almost, I've touched upon everything. I've explored most of the places. There's only one last place that I haven't visited yet. I suspect that the master elf blacksmith we are looking for is in that place."
He paused for a moment, and then continued, "But the number of Nekker there is amazing, not just a few, but more than fifty. I suspect that it is very possible that Nekker Chief has even been born."
Lynn heard this, his face suddenly became solemn.
A single Nekker is not a high threat.
A fully armed soldier is enough to defeat a lone Nekker.
But once their numbers increase enough, even an entire team of heavy infantry may be killed in their hands.
In addition, among the huge Nekker group, some tall and strong Nekker Warrior will always be born.
Ordinary Nekker are short in stature. Although their claws are sharp and flexible, their lack of strength is always their shortcoming.
But the strength of Nekker Warrior cannot be underestimated.
And the most terrifying thing is Nekker Chief, which was born from Nekker Warrior.
Nekker Chief's strength is already on par with the trolls.
The key is that one's strength is not obtained by using one's brains.
The Nekker group with a chief and the Nekker group without a chief are not the same concept at all.
The latter are just stragglers.
The former can integrate the scattered Nekker groups into an army.
"Then we have to prepare well."
Lynn took out clean food and pure water from the magic pattern leather bag and gave them to Letho.
Letho was not polite and took it.
Both of them had something to eat.
But they didn't eat too much to avoid feeling sleepy and causing their movements to become sluggish in the subsequent battle.
Then, the two of them each found a clean place and began to meditate.
After completely replenishing their energy, the two headed towards the underground waterway that Letho said had become Nekker's lair.
When flesh and blood began to appear on the surrounding walls, Lynn knew that they were not far from Nekker's lair.
This is a habit of Nekker.
They smear a part of the victim's flesh and blood near their nest to prove to any approaching creature that this is their territory from here on out.
"Let's get started."
The two demon hunters did not move forward, but made preparations here.
Lynn took out two bottles of Superior Ogroid Oil to attack Nekker.
Apply it evenly on the blade of the Master Silver Sword.
Then Superior Swallow Potion, Superior Cat Potion, Superior Blizzard Potion, Superior Thunderbolt Potion, Superior Petri's Philter...
And dozens of different types of alchemical bombs.
This is a habit he has developed since he had money in his pocket.
No matter how much money you have, it will only eat dust if you leave it alone.
Only by converting money into real combat power can you maximize the benefits.
Therefore, after coming to Beauclair, he purchased a large amount of materials and used his spare time to make sword oil, magic potions, and alchemy bombs whenever he could.
So much so that his magic pattern leather bag was filled to the brim.
In addition, due to magic, the items placed in the magic pattern leather bag will not be affected by the passage of time.
What it looks like when you put it in is what it looks like when you take it out.
There is no need to worry about the potion expiring.
Letho on the side looked at the sword oil, magic potions, and alchemy bombs placed on the floor, and the muscles on his face suddenly twitched.
Previously, he suspected that Lynn was lying when he said he wanted them to serve him, and was just trying to make fun of him.
Now that I have witnessed Lynn's rich heritage, I have to believe it.
When the potion they drank took effect, the two of them looked at each other and slowly touched it with tacit understanding.