The Witcher: Make the Witcher Great Again

Chapter 399 399: The Corvo-Poviss Reclamation War

Lynn contacted the witchers staying at Kaer Morhen via the speaking box, instructing them to gather in Novigrad.

He then departed for Novigrad to meet Dudu.

Dudu had by now acquired almost all the profitable businesses in Novigrad, and his enterprises were thriving. Upon meeting Lynn, the witcher gave him a specific set of instructions.

Dudu was to buy up all the cochineal red dye available on the market and continue stocking it without limit—buying as much as possible. Simultaneously, he was to sell off all his existing stock of indigo dye, even if the massive sales volume caused the price to drop. Finally, Lynn instructed him to put up a sign offering to purchase Griffin eggs at a high price.

Dudu was confused by Lynn's directives but proceeded to execute them anyway. Though a doppelganger, Dudu's current status surpassed most humans, and yet he never forgot who had given him everything he had. Therefore, even without understanding Lynn's reasoning, he carried out the orders without question. His current empire was so vast that even a mistaken directive wouldn't easily bankrupt him.

Lynn's instructions were, of course, not a case of an amateur meddling in expert affairs. He knew that the courts, noble families, and armies of Kovir and Poviss currently wore blue uniforms. Consequently, the weavers there had spent years buying only indigo.

The problem was that the reigns of King Ead and King Rhaed were flickering like candles in the wind; their time was limited. Once Kovir and Poviss changed hands, the Tisson family would certainly stop buying indigo. Anyone heavily stockpiling indigo would be left with useless goods. The Tisson family tradition was deep crimson, and once Istrad reclaimed power, the price of cochineal red would surely skyrocket.

Hence Lynn's instructions to Dudu. Although Lynn, who controlled Novigrad, was richer than many nobles, no one ever complained about having too much money. Besides, Istrad would need cochineal red anyway; it was merely keeping the profit within their circle.

After arriving in Novigrad, Lynn did not return to Crow's Perch. Triss was now capable of handling state affairs independently. After two years of continuous clearing, Velen was practically free of monsters, and even bandits and highwaymen had become endangered species. The security of Velen had dramatically increased; the populace was living in peace and stability. Though still developing, life offered more hope with each passing day. In such a situation, anyone could manage Velen, so Lynn's absence posed no issue.

Lynn did not idle while waiting for the witchers from Kaer Morhen to arrive. In preparation for the coming war, he dedicated all his waking hours to brewing Higher Alchemy Bombs and Higher-grade Potions.

Finally, two months later, Eskel, Lambert, Letho, Serrit, Oaks, Coën (Viper), Aiden, Gaëtan, Gerd, Iwo, George, Coen (Griffin), and Raven all converged in Novigrad to meet Lynn.

(As a side note, the witchers newly recruited two years prior had all undergone the second mutation over a year ago and, like the others, experienced a significant enhancement of their physical attributes.)

While the assembled witchers filled the room, this was not the entire company. Keldar of the Griffin School, Geralt, and Berengar remained at Kaer Morhen. Keldar, like Vesemir, was an elderly man. The fighting and killing could be left to the younger generation; the elders were better suited to staying at the castle and training apprentices. Berengar, meanwhile, was simply better suited to being a blacksmith than a witcher. Recognizing his expertise, Lynn allowed him to apply his skills where they were most effective.

As for Geralt—

Geralt might not know it, but Lynn understood him better than he understood himself. Geralt was Vesemir's finest student in every sense of the word. Based on his actions, Geralt was worthy of the title of a saint. Unfortunately, this rotten world had no place for saints. In the original novel, Geralt and his companions survived countless adventures and battles and even survived a duel with the world's most powerful human sorcerer. Yet, he ultimately died at the hands of the very people he fought to protect. It was a profound irony.

Therefore, Lynn simply kept Geralt at Kaer Morhen. It wasn't that the White Wolf lacked strength, but Lynn didn't want him to fall into another cycle of moral self-destruction. As a close friend, Lynn refused to force Geralt into a choice. To do so would make him less than himself.

As for the other witchers, they lacked Geralt's deep conviction for neutrality. Previously, they simply had no alternative. For centuries, witchers had operated the same way, living a meager existence of hunting monsters for scraps of coin. Now, Lynn was leading them down a different path—one where witchers could live openly and honorably in the daylight. They were willing to follow him.

A day later, Lynn chartered a barge and took the witchers by sea to the Marquisate of Targo. The voyage was uneventful, and they didn't even encounter a single drowner.

After disembarking, Lynn led the witchers to the horses he had prepared—two mounts for each witcher, for alternating rides. They reached the city of Targo quickly.

A massive military camp had been erected outside Targo City. The banners of the Tisson family were visible everywhere.

Lynn and his company approached openly along the main road, and their arrival was immediately noticed by the soldiers in the camp. A troop of cavalry immediately rode out and formed a line in front of them.

"Halt! Who are you?"

Lynn raised his right hand, and the witchers behind him immediately stopped. Over the past two years, the Kaer Morhen witchers' training curriculum had included horsemanship. Although their running speed often surpassed a cavalry charge, riding skills remained vital in this era of cold steel warfare.

Lynn pulled the signet ring Istrad had given him from his magic-woven satchel and placed it on his finger, showing it to the cavalry troop.

"This is…" The cavalry officer's eyes widened. His gaze toward Lynn instantly changed. "You are one of the noble's people! Our apologies, we were rude. Since you are allies, please follow me. I will find a suitable place for you in the camp."

Lynn shook his head.

"That won't be necessary, Officer. As you may have noticed, we are witchers."

"While we hold no ill intent ourselves, I must admit that in the eyes of some people, witchers are little better than lepers. Someone in the camp might take issue with us."

"Therefore, my men and I will find a place to pitch our own camp outside the main encampment."

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