Chapter 97: Where the Lynx Dances with the Wolf (Part 2)
"Fellow witcher? He~tui! What fellow witcher? So what if you're a fellow witcher? If I were you, I'd turn around and go back where you came from."
The Cat School witcher's face didn't hide his malice and viciousness. "Wolf cub, I advise you to be a good boy and listen. At this distance, I can stab my sword into your throat before you even grip your hilt, and you'll taste the rust."
"Want to try?" Since the other party wasn't even pretending anymore, Lynn saw no need to play the nice guy. "Let's see if your sword is faster, or my Sign."
The Cat School was indeed skilled in swordsmanship and speed, but that depended on the situation.
Only when facing opponents of equal or lesser skill would the Cat School's swordsmanship display its terrifying power.
For example, "Brehen the Cat of Iello" was able to commit the infamous Iello City massacre because he was only facing civilians.
But when he faced monsters stronger than him, his swordsmanship couldn't exert its proper effect.
As for the one in front of him, this seemingly ferocious Cat School witcher was clearly not even at Jadd's level, let alone comparable to Brehen.
Therefore, his threat seemed pale, weak, and ridiculous in Lynn's eyes.
The tension in the air was growing thicker.
Just then...
"Wait! Stop! You two!"
Professor Dijkstra hurried over from a distance.
He stood between the two, looking nervous.
"Master Kiyan, you've misunderstood. Master Lynn is also a helper I invited."
"Him?"
The Cat School witcher, called Kiyan, stared at Professor Dijkstra with a look of betrayal.
"What does this mean, Professor?"
Kiyan's eyes widened, and his face gradually flushed red.
His hair seemed to stand on end like needles.
Facing Kiyan, who looked like he wanted to eat him alive, Professor Dijkstra's face paled considerably.
But he still forced himself to explain.
"Please don't misunderstand, Master Kiyan. We absolutely don't doubt your professional skills. It's just..."
He swallowed hard. "Based on our understanding of the elven city-state of Aen Elle, Aen Elle was once very powerful. Therefore, in the ruins left by King Auberon Muircetach, there might be great danger."
But Kiyan was clearly not satisfied with this explanation.
"That's precisely why Prince Adda sent me to protect you, and..." Kiyan turned to Lynn, looking him up and down. "Prince Adda only paid for one witcher."
Professor Dijkstra quickly said, "You don't need to worry about that, Master Kiyan. I will pay Master Lynn's fee myself."
Kiyan gave Dijkstra a deep look.
Staring at him until the latter's scalp tingled.
Fortunately, the final outcome didn't go in the direction Dijkstra had feared...
"If that's the case, then alright," Kiyan finally didn't draw his sword, but instead showed a smile that looked more like a grimace. "What happened just now was my impulsiveness. I hope you won't take it to heart, friend."
Kiyan deliberately emphasized the word "friend."
No matter what he meant, it made people feel uneasy.
But Lynn's face showed no reaction, as if he hadn't heard Kiyan's underlying meaning at all.
"Of course."
After receiving Lynn's response, Kiyan walked away.
"That was close, Master Lynn. Thank goodness you didn't clash."
Professor Dijkstra breathed a sigh of relief.
He was still shaken by the near miss. He felt a chill down his spine.
His original intention in asking Misia to invite Lynn was actually to use Lynn to keep Kiyan in check.
Like ballast on a ship.
He hadn't expected that Kiyan, that madman, would almost start a fight just by seeing a strange witcher walk over.
Thankfully, no swords were drawn.
Otherwise...
Professor Dijkstra didn't dare to continue thinking about the consequences.
"Master Lynn, would you mind if I asked you a question?"
Having witnessed what had just happened, Lynn could roughly guess what the other party wanted to ask.
"Professor, are you going to ask me, 'Is this how witchers treat each other when they meet'?"
Professor Dijkstra glanced in the direction Kiyan had left. "So, is it like that?"
"Hard to say, it depends on the person." Lynn shook his head.
Due to the mutations, the situations of the various witcher schools were different:
The Wolf School was probably the closest to normal people. Their expressionless faces were merely to avoid being morally blackmailed.
The Griffin School was like a constellation of shining stars. They were the noblest school, and every member of the Griffin School placed great emphasis on personal virtue and cultivation.
If the errant knights of Toussaint practiced chivalry with considerations of noble honor and worldly fame...
Then the witchers of the Griffin School belonged to the true "do good deeds and don't ask about the future" type.
They sought neither fame nor fortune. Every member was inspired by the spirit of knighthood, wholeheartedly dedicated to helping and saving people harmed by monsters.
Directly opposite the Griffin School was the most notorious Cat School.
They were eccentric, belligerent, cruel, impulsive, extreme, and fickle.
The Cat School members' moral and political stances were as flexible as a cat's.
While accepting monster hunting contracts, they would also engage in various activities that violated the witcher's code.
As long as the employer was willing to pay, even if it meant indiscriminately slaughtering innocent commoners, they would gladly go without batting an eye.
Finally, the remaining witcher schools—
The Viper School would also accept assassination contracts, but they weren't completely uncommunicative madmen like the Cat School.
The Bear School was emotionally cold. Unlike the Wolf School, where it was an act, they genuinely lacked strong emotions.
As for the Manticore School, they were largely unknown to most Northerners.
If they encountered witchers from schools other than the Griffin School, although it wouldn't necessarily lead to a tense standoff like with the Cat School, honestly, other witchers probably wouldn't be too happy to see Lynn either.
There was no way around it.
In Lynn's home world, fighting for a kill in a game could escalate to defending one's ancestry.
Let alone in their own line of work, suddenly having another witcher come along to share the spoils, causing their income to decrease, it was normal to be unhappy.
...
Drahim Castle, not far from Novigrad.
In the bygone glorious days of the Seamaid Dynasty, this castle was the dynasty's place of origin.
However, as time passed, the dynasty's territory was gradually devoured by Redania.
Even the dynasty's birthplace was reduced to just this castle and the surrounding land within sight, still belonging to the dynasty's territory.
The last royal of the dynasty, Prince Adda, was currently sitting in a comfortable armchair in the study.
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