However, she seemed to have thought of something. She glanced at Lynn who was concentrating on enjoying the food, hesitated for a moment, and then said:
"If you want, you can go back to Vizima City with me."
"Foltest King won't mind paying an extra guard salary for her royal advisor."
Triss implies the obvious.
Everyone knows how to choose whether to eat and sleep outside in the open air or follow a royal adviser to eat and drink hot food.
However...
Lynn has wiped out the bread and barbecue on his plate like a whirlwind.
He picked up the napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth elegantly like a noble.
"Thank you for your kindness. I appreciate it."
It is impossible for Lynn to be tied to Triss.
Because he knows exactly what will happen in the future.
If he doesn't make changes, not only everyone at School of the Wolf, but even the sorceress in front of him will be involved in the storm.
It is impossible for him to know that danger is about to happen and yet do nothing.
In another world line, it seems to have a happy ending, but in fact it is just the last feast before the disbandment.
The reason why everyone in School of the Wolf returns to Kaer Morhen every year is not because of the magic of Kaer Morhen.
What is there to cherish about a long-faded pile of rocks?
Simply because Kaer Morhen has Vesemir.
Where there is Vesemir, it is the home of School of the Wolf.
Therefore, when that incident happens in the future, School of the Wolf will eventually part ways like other schools of demon hunters.
And this is exactly what Lynn cannot tolerate.
Triss is a very smart woman.
She glanced at Lynn and said nothing more.
"If you plan to stay in Novigrad for a while longer, I can lend you this house to live in. I have paid half a year's rent in advance."
"As for the remaining balance that I promised you before, I need some time. I will return to this house in a week."
Lynn is of course not afraid that the other party will default on the bill.
In this day and age, most warlocks are still very rich, and they won't even refuse to give a demon hunter a few bucks.
What's more, this is Triss.
"Take this. This is called a sound transmission box. It can transmit a person's voice thousands of miles away, as long as it is not interfered by magic..."
"You can use it to contact me when you need it; when I prepare your reward, I will also use it to contact you."
"Don't kill yourself, don't throw away your life stupidly, promise me, okay?"
Staring at the beautiful and delicate face of the sorceress, Lynn also nodded solemnly. "I promise you, Triss."
"Okay," a smile appeared on Triss's face, "Are you full? Now go to bed. What's your expression? Haven't you heard about the sorceress?"
Two days later, Lynn took the horses out of the hotel and took them to Triss's house.
Except for Nidhogg, he has no other luggage.
Bring the horse over and this will be considered a formal move-in.
Standing in the empty house, he suddenly thought of a question.
Triss Forget it.
After all, she can do magic.
But living alone in such a big house, just cleaning, buying groceries and cooking is another problem.
To be honest, he doesn't like doing housework very much.
Especially when you live alone.
So, he thought for a while, then rode Nidhogg and headed to Vivaldi Bank.
He and Vimme are already old acquaintances.
When the bank clerk saw him, he arranged for someone to take his BMW to the stables, and at the same time invited him to the VIP room with ease.
After he finished the second cup of tea handed over by the staff, Vimme's iconic loud voice sounded from outside the VIP room door.
"Ah, Master Lynn, my friend, I haven't seen you for a while. Where did you get rich during this time?"
Lynn smiled, stood up from the sofa, and shook hands with the dwarf banker.
"Vimme Your Excellency is joking. The identity of a demon hunter is destined to have no chance of wealth. Make a commission here and kill two monsters there."
Vimme laughed.
"Master Lynn, don't say that. You are the youngest and most promising master witcher I have ever seen. I dare not vouch for other witchers, but master Lynn will never stick to the ordinary."
The two sat down separately, and then the witcher said.
"Thank you for your blessing," he paused and continued, "Sir Vimme, I know you are very busy, so I won't waste your time and get straight to the point."
"When I come here this time, I hope you can help me arrange one or two servants who will be responsible for housework. The time will not be long. I will only sign a short-term contract for the time being."
Vimme touched his beard and said in a loud voice.
"Servant? Look what I just said. I have never seen a demon hunter need a servant. Of course, I don't mean to be sarcastic. Please don't take it seriously, Master Lynn."
"You've found the right person when you come to me. Although I don't specialize in the labor market, but if you want me to help you inquire, there is no problem. I guarantee that I can find someone who satisfies you."
"But, master, do you have any special requests?" At this point, the dwarf banker winked at Lynn.
"Special request?" The witcher didn't understand Vimme's hint.
"That's right," Vimme coughed, "Besides the regular business requirements, do you need any additional items? For example... can I help you warm your bed?"
Lynn I understand now.
"No, as long as you work diligently, do your duty honestly, and don't guard yourself and steal."
"If that's the case, I understand, just wait for me."
Vimme pressed the butler's bell on the table.
A dwarf waiter came in from the door, and Vimme whispered a few words to him.
But not in Common Speech, but in dwarven language.
The dwarf waiter nodded and walked out of the VIP room.
Not long after, another dirty little guy came in.
The little guy's hair and skin are as white as snow. She has beautiful eyes like rubies, but she is skinny and looks about ten years old. When Lynn glanced over, the little guy subconsciously hid behind the dwarf waiter.
Only the pointed ears are exposed.
"Come here, let me introduce you. If nothing else happens, this Master Lynn will be your new employer."
Vimme pointed at the witcher and said to the little girl.
"Old... Master."
Even after hearing Vimme's words, the little girl did not dare to come out from behind the dwarf waiter, and could only hear her soft and lovely trembling voice.
"Vimme Your Excellency, this is..."
Lynn looked at the dwarf banker with some confusion.
I couldn't help but wonder if the other party had misunderstood me.