The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 374 You with your thick eyebrows and big eyes are actually a follower of the Shoe God?
"Your Majesty, it is an honor for me to visit Maripo."

"Ah."

Foltest nodded, and said some polite words with a pale face.

Before setting off, he underwent another purification ritual. Although the sorceress said that after two or three more times, the deep-sea mark in his body could be completely removed, this purification ritual was really going to kill him.

He had a strange feeling that the purification ritual would destroy him along with the deep-sea mark.

When he was still a prince, he once traveled incognito and overheard a bard in a tavern in Vizima telling him a joke:
If a village were to be afflicted with an extremely terrifying plague, ordinary people would fall ill even after brief contact, with virtually no cure, and even sorcerers would be powerless to help with their magic.

So what should we do in this situation?
The following are various answers.

The bard then smiled and offered the best solution: simply kill all the infected villagers with fire and sword, and then burn the entire village to the ground.

Once all the patients die, the plague loses its carrier, thus naturally curbing the spread of the virus.

Fortest didn't know why he suddenly thought of this.

My physical condition might be really bad, to the point that my mind has started to wander uncontrollably.

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty!"

Foltest came to his senses and saw his cousin, Prince Jurcaster of Maripo, looking at him with concern.

"Your Majesty, I have prepared a grand banquet in the city, hoping to wash away your fatigue from the journey."

Foltest, however, simply couldn't muster the energy to deal with the nobles, wealthy people, and bureaucrats of Maripó.

"No need for that. Prepare a room for me to rest and send me some food."

"Yes."

……

Jullcaster personally escorted Foltest to his manor in the city. When he learned that the king was about to arrive in Maripó, he had already ordered his manor, where he usually lived, to be renovated.

Then, he went to the kitchen in person to supervise the imperial chefs.

Only after the king finished his meal and rested did he leave the manor and go to a small building not far from it.

Yulcaster took out his key and opened a locked door in the small building.

The locked room was empty of furniture. Yulcaster closed the door and then locked it from the inside.

He walked to the center of the room, looked around, as if trying to make out something.

Then, he used the sword as a cane and tapped the ground less than half a meter away from him.

The next moment, a slight friction sound was heard, and a one-square-meter wooden plank in front of him slid to the side on its own, revealing a wooden ladder leading down.

A salty, damp, cold wind came from below the wooden stairs.

Yulcaster climbed down the wooden ladder and came to the end of the ladder, where a stone path slowly descended. The space of this stone path was very strange, as if it was not meant for a normal human to pass through, but for a creature much shorter than a human to pass through.

Yulcaster, carrying a torch, walked hunched over along the stone path.

He didn't know how long he walked, but finally, a bright and clear view opened up before him.

He was standing in an extremely spacious cave. Apart from the shore where he was standing, all he could see was an incredibly vast black lake.

The lake was shrouded in an impenetrable darkness, and even the torch in Yulcaster's hand appeared as faint as a flame.

Suddenly, the huge black lake rippled, and concentric circles of ripples spread out in all directions.

A tentacle extends from beneath the lake surface.

But upon seeing this tentacle, Yulcaster knelt down with a face full of piety, as if he had seen a god.

"My Lord." A murmured voice echoed in his mind: "sfghsdkg..."

“But, my lord, Foltest did not come alone. He has two witches with him. If the blasphemous ritual continues, the two witches may notice and thus affect your grand plan.”

“ikqeurznmcxv…”

"Understood, my lord, I am willing to give everything for you, including my life."

……

Once again, Foltest walked down a street that seemed to have no end.

This time, however, the street had an extremely bizarre feel.

The buildings on both sides of the street looked like they had been soaked in water, and they were moldy and rotten. Even though there was no river in sight, the walls of the buildings were covered with barnacles, seaweed, and other aquatic plants.

The amulet hanging around his neck suddenly became incredibly hot, like a red-hot branding iron, and Foltest woke up instantly.

He sat on the soft bed, panting heavily, looking at the still dark night outside the window, but he was no longer sleepy.

As soon as dawn broke, he couldn't wait to send his guards to fetch the two sorceresses.

When Triss and Keira arrived at Foltest's room, the king dismissed his guards and closed the door.

Then he flipped up his brocade robe.

When the two sorceresses saw it clearly, they both looked utterly astonished.

Because on the king's belly, large patches of dark purple patterns, resembling octopus tentacles, had appeared.

Triss was utterly puzzled.

Although Dagon is an evil god, his power is greatly weakened when he is far away from lakes and oceans.

Otherwise, humans, dwarves, and elves alike would have long been slaves of Dagon, and this world would have long since become a playground for the deep sea.

She really couldn't understand what was going on.

Kayla frowned: "Triss, even so, you still don't recommend His Majesty seek refuge at Aretusa Academy? If all else fails, at least have Margarita come to Maripo City."

But at that moment, Triss thought of another candidate.

A handsome young man with black hair appeared in her mind.

If it were him, perhaps he could turn the impossible into the possible...

……

Rustwater Corporation is the most famous multinational trading company of Kowell and Bovis, bar none.

All of Cowell and Povis's overseas operations were handled by this multinational trading company.

Although it was affiliated with Cowell and Povis, the trading company's headquarters were not located in the country, but in the free city of Novigrad.

On this day, a witcher with black hair arrived outside the headquarters of the Rustwater Conglomerate.

“Please wait a moment, sir,” the guards outside the headquarters building stopped Lynn. “Please state your identity and the purpose of your visit.”

"Lynn the Witcher hopes to discuss a collaboration with the most influential person in the Rustwater Conglomerate."

"A Witcher, is it?"

The guards confirmed Lynn's identity by his undisguised cat-like eyes, the two swords on his back, and the Witcher badge on his chest.

(End of this chapter)