The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 3 Whosyourdaddy
The fire in the fireplace made the hall warm, dispelling the cold that seeped in through the gaps in the doors and windows.

The dinner was very sumptuous.

Geralt and his two companions brought back a lot of supplies from the outside world, enough for them to stay in the castle for the entire winter. Even if they did nothing, they would not have to worry about food.

The atmosphere at the table was lively.

This is not surprising. Although Kaer Morhen is the headquarters of the Wolf School, the Wolf School's witchers only gather together in winter every year.

Even though Vesemir had the responsibility of training apprentices, he would go down the mountain alone every once in a while to the villages at the foot of the Blue Mountains to earn money by taking on monster hunting commissions to support his apprentices.

Geralt, Eskar and Lambert, like children working hard outside, talked attentively about what they had experienced in the past year.

Vesemir, like an elderly father staying at home, listened with a smile.

The atmosphere at the table was very harmonious until Lambert mentioned a name.

"Did Berengar say whether he would be back this winter?"

Geralt and Eskar suddenly stopped discussing.

It was as if Lambert had mentioned some taboo.

Vesemir put down his beer and shook his head.

"I thought he would come back with you."

Lambert looked displeased: "That brat, how many winters has it been since he came back? Has he forgotten who he is?"

"Lambert, drink." Geralt picked up the wine glass and clinked it with Lambert's.

Berengar.

When Lambert mentioned the name, the outline of a man suddenly appeared in Lynn's mind.

Berengar is also a witcher from the School of the Wolf, but unlike Geralt and others, he does not have a sense of belonging to Kaer Morhen like others.

In fact, he hated his identity and the hostility of the world.

He longed to marry and have children like a normal person, without being spat on wherever he went because of his cat eyes.

Unfortunately, being a witcher takes away those possibilities.

It is for this reason that in the original story, he left Kaer Morhen forever and never returned to this fortress full of warm fires and that could be called "home".

In this respect, Berengar and Lambert are somewhat similar. Neither of them became a witcher because they liked it.

But the difference is that although Lambert hates Geralt and the others, he still treats them as comrades and family.

But Berengar wants to cut off everything related to the witcher.

"Don't talk about these unhappy things, let's talk about something else."

Eskar took out two brand new decks of cards and placed them on the table.

It immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"I served as a guard for a dwarven caravan some time ago, and this was given to me by the caravan leader."

"He told me that this card game called Gwent is a long-standing tabletop game among the dwarves. Now it's slowly spreading, and some places have started using Gwent to replace dice."

Lambert spit out a mouthful of wine: "No way, Eskar, you believe this kind of nonsense?"

Eskar wiped the wine that sprayed on his face.

"I don't know if it can replace it, but I've played a few times, and it's definitely more interesting than just rolling the dice. How about joining us?"

The elderly Vesemir showed little interest in unfamiliar and new things.

Then Geralt and Lambert also waved their hands, unwilling to be the first to try it.

But at this moment, Lin En suddenly volunteered: "Can I try?"

"This……"

Eskar looked at Vesemir.

Lynn immediately saw what Eskar was worried about.

So he quickly said, "We only play cards, not money."

Surprisingly, Vesemir was very open-minded and said, "It doesn't matter. Flowers in the greenhouse will eventually have to experience the wind and rain outside. It's just a matter of time anyway, so getting a little rain in advance is not a bad thing."

Now Eskar felt relieved.

"Since the old man has said so, then I have no problem with it. Listen carefully, the rules are as follows..."

In fact, Gwent is an ancient dwarven entertainment activity.

The rules were set long ago.

But until now, this game has only been popular among dwarves.

But it won't be long before Gwent spreads widely among humans, dwarves, elves, and halflings.

By then, a rare card made by a dwarf master will even be considered a work of art.

……

Lynn and Eskar sat on opposite sides of the table.

After explaining the rules, the two officially started the duel.

Others stood by and watched. Half an hour later...

"Damn it, this is impossible."

Geralt, Eskar, and Lambert were all stunned.

Even the experienced old witcher Vesemir showed a surprised expression.

Dozens of gold coins from various countries, shining brightly in the fire, were piled up in a small pile in front of Lin En.

And these gold coins belonged to Eskar half an hour ago.

Lynn tried her best to control her expression, not wanting to appear too complacent.

In fact, the two decks of cards that Eskar took out are both basic cards of the Northern Realm.

Both decks are pretty much the same.

Therefore, at this time, the only thing that needs to be competed is skills.

In the eyes of others, he had just started playing Gwent tonight.

But no one could have imagined that he was actually a Gwent player who had played for more than a thousand hours.

"How about I give it a try?"

Lambert on the side was not interested at first, but after seeing the fight between Lynn and Eskar, he couldn't help but want to watch.

You know what, this thing is quite interesting.

As Lin En put away the cards on the table, he smiled and said, "Do you want me to teach you the rules first?"

Lambert said viciously, "Don't be so arrogant, kid. I'll beat you up and make you call me daddy."

Another half hour later.

"Who is the one being beaten and crying for daddy now?"

Lynn smiled.

Lambert, who was sitting opposite him, threw down the cards in his hand in annoyance.

"There's no way this crap is gonna be a hit! If it does, I'm gonna eat all these cards!"

"Hahaha--"

Geralt and Eskar both laughed so hard that they fell over.

You know, there aren't many opportunities like this to make fun of Lambert.

Lin En suppressed his laughter and looked at the White Wolf: "Anyone else want to play, Geralt?"

Seeing Eskar and Lambert defeated one after another, Geralt no longer had the heart to fight. He quickly waved his hand and said, "Forget it. I'd rather use the money to buy wine or eat abalone."

Seeing that no one was willing to leave, Lynn rearranged the scattered cards on the table into two decks and handed them to Eskar.

But Eskar only took one pair.

Lynn looked at him in confusion.

"I'll give you that deck of cards." Eskar said.

"In that case." Lin En took the card without hesitation, and then pushed the money that Eskar had just lost to him back in front of Eskar.

"Then take this money back. I won't take your hard-earned money."

The air suddenly became quiet.

Geralt, Eskar, and even Lambert showed surprise in their eyes.

Only Vesemir's face was filled with relief and recognition.

……

"It's getting late. It's time to go to bed, boys."

Vesemir stood up.

But then, his expression suddenly became serious.

"Did you hear that?"

Lin En paused when he heard this.

But then he also heard extremely light footsteps that would be almost inaudible if it weren't for the mutation.

Everyone in the hall looked towards the door.

A man stepped out of the shadows into the firelight.

His hair was the color of ash, with streaks of white at the temples, his face was pale as a death, with a hooked nose, and yellow-green eyes with vertical pupils.

He pulled a silver badge from under his shirt.

It was worn around his neck, gleaming in the firelight.

It was a cat's head with fangs bared.

(End of this chapter)