The landlady stood at the door holding a broom as if holding a sword.
After confirming that all the street children had escaped and no one dared to hide nearby, the proprietress put on another face, showed a flattering and even flattering expression, and said to Lynn.
"Those brats run pretty fast, sir. If those brats come again, just call me and I will beat them so that they will never dare to bother you again."
Lynn hummed.
He didn't ask the landlady what happened to those children.
In this "dark age" when human life is not valuable, sometimes it does not even have to be a war.
Famine and disease can also turn a child into an orphan.
"If those children come again, don't drive them away anymore. Give them some food and it will all be charged to my account."
"You are truly a kind lord."
"Hmm... By the way, I heard that someone saw a dragon in the city some time ago, right?"
"Not only did we see it, we almost killed that beast..."
The lady boss started talking nonstop.
The content is roughly the same as what Dandelion said on the bridge.
Finally, the landlady slapped her thigh and said regretfully.
"Oh, sir, it's a pity that you came a step too late, otherwise King Niedamir would have personally invited a distinguished adult like you to join his dragon-slaying team."
Lynn waved his hand.
"It doesn't matter, I didn't come here for this matter anyway, but I am quite interested in the Dragon Slayer Team you mentioned, so..."
Lynn gestured with his eyes.
The landlady quickly stretched out her hands to pick it up.
Lynn dropped another gold coin into her palm.
"If the Dragon Slaying Team comes back anytime, I hope you can come and report to me as soon as possible, do you understand?"
"I understand."
The landlady nodded her head like a chicken pecking at rice.
Next Lynn stayed in this pub.
Usually when there is nothing to do, he is too lazy to go out.
Apart from three meals a day, I didn't even bother to leave the room.
Following the instructions he had given the day he arrived, the landlady no longer chased those street children away when they came to the tavern again.
He also gave them food to eat.
Lynn also took the time to chat with them.
I know that both of their parents have died and they have no relatives to rely on.
So, Lynn gave them a choice.
Ask them if they would like to be your subordinates.
These kids don't know who Lynn is.
But seeing how generous Lynn is, I subconsciously feel that Lynn is a big shot.
How could you not agree?
They are even afraid that if they agree too late, Lynn will change their mind.
So, Lynn opened two more double rooms in this tavern, just for their eight children.
And let them take a few good baths.
A few days later, the landlady ran over in a panic and found Lynn.
It was said that someone saw the Dragon Slayers coming back.
Lynn threw a gold coin to the proprietress and left the tavern.
After asking passers-by on the street, he learned that there was a beautiful and arrogant black-haired sorceress in the Dragon Slaying Team who had returned to her temporary rented house in Holopole.
Lynn followed the road and came to a very beautiful small single-family building.
This house is built with great style.
The only flaw was that the gatekeeper refused to let him in even if he died.
"I have something important to see your employer. Go and inform her and tell her that it is Geralt's friend who wants to see her. She will be willing to see me."
"I can't see, tramp." The gatekeeper was a head taller than the witcher, and his shoulders were twice as wide.
"Although you are wearing fine armor, I bet you stole or cheated it. You can deceive others, but you cannot deceive me. I know the virtues of your profession."
"Get out of here before I knock you down. My employer is very unhappy and she has no job for you. If you want to find a woman, go to a brothel in the city or find a tree hole to deal with it yourself."
"Or is it that your witcher's mutation has destroyed your lower body, so you want my employer to use magic to help you recover?"
"It seems there is no other way." Lynn sighed.
He took out a money bag from the magic pattern leather bag.
There was also the sound of coins clanging together.
The gatekeeper looked disdainful. "Don't try to bribe me."
"That's not the plan."
The gatekeeper is too big, so when he is a target, the probability of being hit is much higher than that of a thin person.
When Lynn hit the gatekeeper on the head with the money bag, he didn't even have time to blink.
He stumbled backwards and fell against the door of the small building, slowly sliding to the ground.
He still wanted to stand up, but Lynn quickly hit him on the forehead with the money bag.
Now the gatekeeper completely fainted.
"Sure enough, every door opens for money."
Lynn found the key on his body.
Opening the door of the small building, he stepped over the gatekeeper who looked like a puddle of mud.
Behind the door is a porch, with a door on the left and right sides of the porch, and a staircase at the end of the porch that leads upstairs.
Just when he was thinking whether he should go in directly or stand at the entrance of the porch and shout Yennefer's name...
Suddenly, all the sharp objects in the porch floated and were pointed at me like floating cannons.
Lynn raised his hands and shook them. "Ms. Yennefer, I am Geralt's friend. I have no ill intentions."
"You knocked out the bodyguard I hired to look after my door. Is this a case of no malice?"
The sound came from nowhere and echoed throughout the house.
"If the bodyguard you hired is willing to talk to me nicely and inform you of my visit, I will naturally not be tempted to take action against him."
"Besides, I do have something very important to say to you."
Wow--
All the sharp objects surrounding the witcher fell to the ground.
"Come up the stairs."
In the room on the stairs, Lynn saw a woman.
She looks very young, beautiful and sexy.
Her long, crow-feathered hair exuded the scent of lilac and gooseberry.
Violet eyes stared unabashedly at Lynn coming up the stairs.
"You said you were Geralt's friend, what was your name?"
"Lynn."
The woman pointed to the seat in front of her. "Okay, Lynn, sit down."
When the witcher sat down, Yennefer asked again, "Did you know my name from Geralt?"
"No, it was actually Triss who told me."
"Triss?"
Of course Yennefer knows who Triss is.
They all graduated from the Aretuza Academy and were taught by the same teacher.
But she didn't expect that the young demon hunter in front of her could actually be related to Triss.
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