The Nun appeared somewhat embarrassed. "I will replenish supplies at the Church in town."
"Alright, I won't bother you any longer." Geralt had fulfilled his duty, and their relationship wasn't exactly cordial.
After leaving the inn, Geralt observed the town. Despite the eerie and ominous scenes outside, the atmosphere in the town showed no sign of gloom. On the contrary, it was sunny and upbeat, evident from the numerous construction projects that indicated the town's prosperity.
Was all this brought about by that Lord?
But for him, this was not good news. As a Witcher, he could only thrive when there were monsters to be hunted.
His initial pursuit was motivated by the high reward, but now that the Wizard was dead, claiming it was out of the question.
Yet the materials consumed by constant battling, the maintenance of his weapons and armor, not to mention the precious Potions, all cost money. He desperately needed to take on some missions to replenish his depleted purse.
