The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 348 He chased, he fled, but neither of them could escape.

“Mr. Willie, the Nilfgaardian Empire is not a paradise on earth where opportunities abound, otherwise those conquered regions wouldn’t be constantly seeking independence.”

"If you think you can buy a title in the empire with just a few coins, even if it's just a noble title like a lord who doesn't own land and isn't hereditary, then you're sorely mistaken."

Seeing that Lynn did not refuse, Alphonse's smile became even brighter.

"Of course I don't have such expectations; what I'm paying for isn't gold coins."

Lynn immediately became curious.

"Oh, what is that?"

Alphonse Willie was not a character in the original storyline; he was merely a background character.

His son, Cyprian Willie, has a significant role in the game.

Because of his brutality, ruthlessness, sadistic tendencies, and lack of restraint in his actions, he was secretly known as Hawthorne II.

These characteristics are precisely what he inherited from him.

Lynn hadn't originally intended for Hawthorne I to live to see tomorrow's sunrise, but now that he knew what the other man was thinking, he was curious about what this gangster boss was planning to do.

"I think this is a private matter between me and those in the South. As for our relationship, Your Excellency, how about we just maintain a purely business partnership?"

How could Lynn let the other party stop here?

He shook his head.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think so. If you refuse to reveal it no matter what, then I regret to inform you that our cooperation ends here, because I simply cannot trust someone who hides things from me."

"..."

Ultimately, Alphonse chose to concede.

"Alright, if you insist on doing it this way... but I hope you won't tell anyone, after all, it's not good for anyone."

After receiving a evasive reply from the Witcher, Alphonse said, "I can deliver the message to the Nilfgaardians."

"That's it?"

"Of course, Novigrad is a free city that is not controlled by any political entity. It is the pearl of the north, and it is no exaggeration to say that it is the center of the north."

After a pause, Alphonse continued, "You can't imagine how much news we hear every day in Novigrad. Regardless of whether the Nilfgaardians will move north in the future, they will need the information I provide."

Lynn knew, of course, that Novigrad was essentially like Spain during World War II.

Allied spies and Axis spies moved through Spain with impunity.

Alphonse simply didn't know that he did, and he had no need to remind the other party.

“Aren’t you afraid of a leak? You should know that Novigrad is sandwiched between Temuria and Redania. If they find out that you betrayed the interests of the North, even if the three major gangs are of one mind, they can’t protect you.”

Alphonse sneered.

"As long as you don't say anything and I don't say anything, how will they know? As long as I'm careful, I won't give myself away."

"Besides, do you think I went from being penniless to becoming the boss of the Willie Gang? What doesn't involve risk? Unless you're a submissive citizen who gets bullied your whole life, then there really is no risk."

"I've told you everything you wanted to know, so what do you say, Your Excellency? Are you satisfied now?"

Lynn nodded.

"I'm satisfied, so you can go die now."

Before he finished speaking, Lynn had already drawn the Alder sign and struck forward.

An invisible wall swept over Alphonse Willie's head and crashed into the two guards and the sorcerer behind him.

The three unsuspecting people were immediately knocked off their feet.

Immediately afterward, Lynn flipped his wrist and took out a greatsword he had casually picked up from Tyncel from his magic-patterned leather bag. With a sudden burst of power, he shot towards the warlock like an arrow released from a bow.

The warlock reacted extremely quickly. While he was still lying on the floor and hadn't even stood up, he made a hand gesture, and a cone of ice emanating cold air took shape in his hand.

Seeing Lynn rushing towards him, he didn't think twice and threw the ice spike at Lynn hard.

"Igni." A fire serpent shot out from Lynn's left palm, vaporizing the oncoming ice spike.

The sorcerer was greatly alarmed and hurriedly prepared a second spell.

But it was too late.

Lynn had already rushed in front of him, and the greatsword came down.

The nascent spell vanished into thin air, and blood stained the wooden floor.

In the short time that followed, the two guards had stood up again, brandishing their longswords and maces, and roaring as they charged forward.

Lynn turned around, raised his greatsword high, and then delivered a simple, unadorned downward slash.

To the guard's astonishment, the longsword that had been used to parry was cleaved in two, and then a powerful downward slash continued to penetrate his shoulder blade, disappearing into his shoulder without any resistance amidst the flying blood, almost cutting him in two.

Drawing his greatsword, Lynn turned around and, while dodging another guard's spiked mace, slashed the greatsword in a semi-circle, easily severing the guard's thigh.

The latter fell to the ground, and the blood that flowed out quickly made the floor slippery.

He clutched his severed thigh, his cries of agony heart-wrenching.

Lynn twirled his sword, then gripped the greatsword in reverse, with the tip pointing downwards.

puff!

Piercing the heart of the guard who was emitting a painful cry.

Lynn drew his greatsword and flicked off the blood.

He turned and looked at Hawthorne I with a cold gaze.

Alphonse Willie was completely dumbfounded.

Of course, he wasn't terrified by the bloody scene before him.

He had seen scenes ten times bloodier than this.

But the problem is, it was all because he abused others.

But when you yourself fall into such a vulnerable position, it's a completely different story.

The old man swiftly drew a delicate, small crossbow from his waist.

This crossbow is shorter and smaller than a light crossbow, and can be held with just one hand, so even a woman can use it.

The downside is that its range and power are inferior to those of a light crossbow.

Its advantage is that it is very convenient to use.

After aiming at Lynn, the old man pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Then Alphonse and the old man witnessed a scene that would stay with him for the rest of his life.

The short crossbow bolt sliced ​​through the air, then struck the horizontally blocking sword blade, breaking in two and flying off to either side.

This sight frightened Alphonse so much that he turned and ran away.

The old man, in his blind loyalty, used his own body to shield Lynn and Alphonse.

Unfortunately, he only managed to stop Lynn for less than a second.

Alphonse hadn't even run out of the room when he was struck in the back by a greatsword thrown from behind, and fell backward.

A sharp pain shot through his back, but at that moment Alphonse seemed to possess boundless courage as he struggled to crawl outwards.

Unfortunately, he didn't get very far before a series of footsteps that filled him with despair caught up from behind.

Before he could even beg for mercy, Lynn stomped on his foot without a word.

The sole of the boot kissed the back of Alphonse's head, and with a loud thud, Alphonse's head was smashed to pieces like a watermelon that had been crushed.

(End of this chapter)