Professor Dijkstra calmed down and bowed his head to thank the witcher.
"Master Lynn, thank you so much. If it weren't for you just now, I'm afraid I would have become a corpse."
Lynn said politely, "Since I accepted the escort commission, protecting you was originally my duty."
"More than that, Professor, now is not the time to express gratitude or anger. Have you thought about what to do next?"
Professor Dijkstra looked blank.
Obviously, he hadn't completely recovered from Prince Adrian's betrayal.
"Master Lynn, what do you mean..."
Lynn continued, "Since Prince Adrian never intended to let you live, as long as you return alive to Oxenfurt Academy, he will receive the news."
Professor Dijkstra's face turned pale. "He... he..."
"Professor, if you think that by hiding in Oxenfurt Academy and not going out, he won't be able to do anything to you, then you are too naive..."
The witcher didn't continue with the rest of his words.
But Professor Dijkstra already understood his meaning.
"Master Lynn, are you suggesting... that I should murder a noble? This..."
Understanding was one thing.
But Professor Dijkstra still broke out in a cold sweat.
As a scholar, Professor Dijkstra could recite the names of famous elven kings throughout history backward.
He could also enumerate the brilliant elven culture like counting his own treasures.
But he knew nothing about the process of making food.
Or rather, he didn't want to know how those vibrant lives became the carefully prepared and delicious food on the table.
A person who didn't even dare to kill a chicken was now being asked to kill someone.
Moreover, murder was one thing.
Lynn was actually asking him to murder a noble.
Looking at Professor Dijkstra's pale face, Lynn continued.
"No, you misunderstood, Professor. I'm not asking you to murder a noble, but hoping you will protect yourself."
"Taking a step back, you don't want anything to happen to your students, do you?"
The witcher's implication made Professor Dijkstra very uncomfortable.
But what made him even more uncomfortable was...
He had to admit that the witcher was likely right.
Mercy, gentleness, kindness... these were all beautiful human traits.
They were also what the Temple of Melitele, which spread throughout the North, tried its best to teach people.
However, unfortunately, Prince Adrian didn't have such traits.
Those who had offended, or rather, anyone whom Prince Adrian gritted his teeth and hated,
almost all left this world before long.
And their deaths were all suspiciously caused.
The thought that he might also follow in their footsteps made Professor Dijkstra's stomach clench with pain.
His legs were also almost limp, without strength, making him unable to stand steadily.
He regretted it immensely now.
If he had known it would be , he would have been better off not accepting Prince Adrian's sponsorship in the first place.
Even if he never discovered Aen Elle in his lifetime and was ridiculed by his peers, that was better than losing his life.
"Then what do you want me to do, Master Witcher? My students and I need your protection even to leave Oxenfurt Academy. We can't kill anyone."
"I've been to Draheim Manor once. It's full of guards everywhere. No one can sneak in quietly."
"And if we get caught, we'll all end up on the gallows."
Professor Dijkstra held his head in his hands.
He was almost going crazy.
"You're right, Professor. It seems you have no choice now."
Lynn didn't take the initiative to speak.
Waiting for the other party to speak first.
No one would cherish services offered unsolicited.
Amidst the chaotic thoughts that were as tangled as a ball of yarn clawed by a cat, Professor Dijkstra finally grasped a fleeting flash of inspiration.
He thought of some rumors about witchers.
Then, the corpses of the monsters in the ruins and the scene of Lynn killing those soldiers as easily as cutting vegetables just now flashed through his mind one after another.
He composed himself and said in as calm a tone as possible,
"Master Lynn, may I ask you for a favor? This is not a commission, but a request. Of course, you can also refuse."
The witcher nodded. "Speak."
"You can take the share of the treasure that belongs to Prince Adrian. I think he won't need it anymore."
"Then, I will contact Oxenfurt Academy and ask them to send people to take over the ruins."
"My students and I will become famous for discovering the lost elven ruins. We may become very busy."
"So busy that we might overlook the rumors circulating in Oxenfurt a few days later about the death of a descendant of a royal family."
"I have never been interested in such rumors, nor do I want to know their content."
"I will also not discuss such nonsense with my students. If any student dares to put their energy into this, I will severely reprimand them."
"That is my request, Master Witcher."
"I won't ask what you plan to do, and you don't have to tell me. Just don't let Prince Adrian disturb our peaceful life again."
"Just like you told me, I just want to protect myself."
The witcher looked at Professor Dijkstra.
"Your request, I agree to it, Professor."
Lynn entered the ruins.
He put the chest of treasure that should have belonged to Prince Adrian into his magically enchanted pouch.
The magical items created by high-ranking sorceresses were indeed extraordinary.
Now this pouch was filled with wealth that many ordinary people wouldn't possess in their entire lives, as well as a large number of alchemy materials.
Yet it felt as light as a feather, without affecting the witcher's movements.
He came out of the ruins.
He mounted Roach and rode away from the camp with the sorceress.
"Aren't you coming with me? You know my portal can take people with it."
Triss jumped off her horse.
She cast a spell to open a portal.
On the other side of the portal, a bustling market could be seen.
But that wasn't Novigrad, but Vizima, the capital of Temeria.
Lynn waved his hand. "No, if possible, I still prefer to keep my feet on the ground. Besides, it's not far from here to Draheim Manor. It won't take me long to ride there."
Triss didn't insist further. "Alright then, we'll meet up again after I buy what you need."
But before she walked into the portal, she couldn't help but ask,
"I don't understand, Lynn. Doesn't doing this violate your witcher code? Aren't you witchers the most averse to taking assassination contracts?"
The sorceress's voice was carried by the wind to the witcher, sounding somewhat indistinct.
Lynn laughed loudly and replied, "Have you heard this saying, Triss?"
"Which one?" Triss blinked.
Lynn glanced at her, his eyes emitting a golden glow under the night sky.
"Steel sword banishes evil, silver sword slays monsters."
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