Chapter 131: The Time to Devour Sustenance Has Arrived
With the addition of a few more witchers, the monsters on the mountain were truly unlucky.
What kind of monster would warrant four witchers ganging up on it?
It was basically like chopping melons and vegetables, wiping out the monster's entire lineage.
Not only that.
In the tower that was practically ruins, the witchers also discovered the remains of those who died in the Kaer Morhen siege battle of that year.
Some of them had even become wraiths, trapped in place for who knows how many years, unable to find release.
The group burned their remains and the objects that kept them in this world.
Setting them free.
A week later.
The monster nests near the castle were finally cleared, and no more harpy-like creatures circled in the sky like vultures.
Looking at Lambert, he seemed a bit reluctant to leave.
The group washed the bloodstains from their outer garments by the river.
Geralt sat on a fallen tree trunk, sharpening his silver sword while asking,
"Once they finish washing their clothes, we'll go back together."
Lynn shook his head.
"I need to go somewhere, want to come?"
Geralt's sharpening motion paused: "Are there still places that haven't been cleaned up?"
"No, it's something else," Lynn glanced at Eskel and Lambert standing a little further away, "Just the two of us should go. If they're there, something not so good might happen."
Lynn didn't say what they were going to do later.
But Geralt didn't ask either.
Because he knew Lynn wouldn't harm him.
So, after Eskel and Lambert had washed the bloodstains from their clothes, the two of them casually made an excuse and then walked in the opposite direction.
Geralt had many assumptions.
But he never thought that the place they were going was the troll's mountain.
A rock troll guarded the mountain, seeing the witchers from afar.
This time, it didn't throw stones, but greeted Lynn and Geralt enthusiastically, friendly, and with a touch of clumsiness.
"Witcher, friend, going past the troll's mountain again, up to the mountain?"
Lynn signaled Geralt to let him do the talking: "No, I came specifically to see you."
The troll scratched its head.
"See us?"
Obviously, apart from their family of three, having never had relatives or friends visit them, they didn't understand Lynn's meaning.
"Yes, it's not convenient to talk here, come on, take me to your camp." After a pause, Lynn added, "You wouldn't refuse a friend's request, would you?"
The troll nodded.
Then it shook its head.
Hesitantly and with a bit of wariness, it looked at Geralt beside it.
"You are a friend, of course no problem, but him..."
Before Geralt could speak, Lynn interjected.
"He's my friend, so of course he's also a friend of the trolls. Don't believe me? Look."
He turned to ask Geralt.
"Geralt, you wouldn't hurt these poor and innocent trolls, would you?"
At this time, Geralt was a bit confused.
Even he didn't understand what Lynn was planning to do.
However, he still followed his heart and said,
"As long as they don't harm humans."
Lynn spread his hands: "See?"
The troll was just a troll.
It actually believed him just like that.
So, it led the way in front, and Lynn and Geralt followed behind.
Glancing at the troll trudging along in front, Geralt couldn't help but ask, "Lynn, what exactly are you planning to do?"
"Give them a gift."
Give gifts to trolls?
Geralt was instantly bewildered.
Soon, the troll's camp arrived.
Calling it a camp, it was actually inside a cave.
After last year's harpy attack, the rock trolls had come up with a good way to restrain the harpies.
That was to build a camp in the cave.
As long as the harpies couldn't fly, even if they all ganged up, they wouldn't be a match for the trolls.
Inside the cave, Lynn and Geralt saw the other two trolls. The trolls weren't very smart, and talking politely to them was a waste of time, so Lynn chose to get straight to the point.
"Here, this is a gift for you."
With a wave of his hand, he threw the corpses of the harpies they had killed these past few days onto the ground from his enchanted pouch.
Due to magic, things placed in the enchanted pouch were not affected by the passage of time.
Therefore, even though these harpy corpses had been in the enchanted pouch for several days,
they hadn't rotted yet.
They were as fresh as if they had just been killed.
The trolls stared wide-eyed at each other: "This meat, witcher gives to troll?"
Although the three of them were native to the Blue Mountains, their parents and grandparents had migrated from other places.
Their parents had mentioned to them more than once that races other than trolls were very bad and didn't like trolls.
Even between trolls, it was difficult to talk about harmony.
With the trolls' pitifully small brain capacity, they couldn't understand the meaning of money.
But they knew the value of meat.
If they didn't have meat to eat, even the strongest trolls would become weak.
In the eyes of trolls, meat was more precious than gold.
But now, the witcher was actually taking the initiative to give them this precious meat.
"Not only that, let me show you my skills."
Lynn drew his silver sword and skillfully disemboweled one of the harpies.
Although there were no skill displays on the attribute panel, he was actually a master chef in his previous life.
So after coming to this world, he rarely showed this skill in front of others.
Because as soon as you show that you know how to cook, you'll have endless cooking to do every day.
There happened to be a river in the cave.
Lynn cleaned the harpy by the river.
Then, he snapped his fingers.
Using the Igni Sign to light a fire.
Then he cut it into four pieces and put them on the fire.
While gently turning the meat, he evenly sprinkled the seasonings he had bought from Novigrad on it.
Soon, the aroma of meat filled the air.
The three trolls watched, swallowing their saliva.
"It's ready, come and try it."
Lynn gestured for them to come and take it themselves.
The three trolls were not polite.
Each took a portion.
Lynn had specially roasted four portions.
He looked at Geralt with the remaining portion.
But Geralt shook his head.
Having been a witcher for so long, he had killed many monsters, but he still wasn't used to eating them.
Of course, Lynn himself was the same.
So Geralt didn't want it.
He didn't eat it himself either.
The remaining portion was also left for the trolls.
The trolls' intelligence was low, and their vocabulary was even more pitifully small. Their faces flushed red, and they could only use wolfing down their food to express their respect for the unprecedented deliciousness.
"Almost forgot, how can there be meat without wine?"
Lynn waved his hand.
He took out Redanian beer he had bought in Novigrad from his enchanted pouch again.
Geralt was dumbfounded.
He had asked himself that he had experienced many great storms.
Among witchers, Geralt also belonged to the very principled type.
He never actively slaughtered monsters that wouldn't harm humans.
But even he hadn't reached the point of chatting, putting his arm around their shoulders, drinking, and eating meat with trolls.
After a meal of eating and drinking, the relationship between the witcher and the trolls undoubtedly became much closer.
During the meal, the trolls even patted their chests to guarantee that if the witcher encountered trouble in the future, he could directly come to them for help.
That was exactly what Lynn wanted.
(End of this chapter)
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