A few days later, Lynn arrived at a small village near the Pontar River.
He rode his horse into the village.
Since it was already dark, most of the houses in the village were shrouded in darkness.
People had all gone to rest early.
Therefore, no one noticed Lynn's arrival.
Lynn rode through the village on horseback.
His gaze swept over the walls of the houses one by one.
On the wall of a wooden house near the edge of the village in the opposite direction, he found what he was looking for.
The fleur-de-lis emblem of Temeria.
Lynn jumped off his horse.
He walked to the door of the house.
The red-haired beauty standing behind the door said, seemingly complaining but actually worried,
"Why are you so late?"
The witcher smiled. "Have you been waiting long?"
"Sort of, but it's good you're here. Come in quickly."
Triss stepped aside, letting Lynn and the horse he was leading in.
Then she poked her head out and quickly glanced outside.
Confirming that no one was outside, she closed the door.
The house was empty, with only years of accumulated dust.
"Do you want to eat something first?"
Triss, as if by magic, took out food items one by one from the lady's handbag she carried with her.
There were fried eggs, steak, potatoes, and carrots.
And a large bottle of chilled beer.
Lynn devoured it all in a flash.
Triss watched Lynn finish the food quickly and asked with concern, "More?"
"No need, we still have to ride later, it won't be convenient if I eat too much," Lynn waved his hand, "Did you bring everything I asked for?"
Triss once again took things out of her lady's handbag.
But this time, what she took out was no longer food.
It was a fully enclosed helmet that could cover the face.
A set of armor without any family crests identifying its origin.
And an armored undersuit to wear under the armor.
Lynn took off the Wolf School witcher medallion he had been wearing around his neck.
Then he took off his school's standard coat, pants, gloves, and boots.
He put all of these into the magically enchanted pouch.
Then he put on the armored undersuit and the armor that Triss had prepared for him.
Finally, he put on the fully enclosed helmet.
The sorceress's voice came from outside the helmet, with a strange sense of otherness.
The fully enclosed helmet that Triss had prepared for him only had a T-shaped viewing slit on the front.
Lynn drew Gwihyr and swung it a few times.
"It's alright, not as much of an impact as I imagined."
The feeling of wearing armor and wearing a leather jacket was indeed different.
If he drank a Superior Thunderbolt potion, a potion that increased muscle strength, the burden this armor placed on him would be further reduced.
A manor built between Novigrad and Oxenfurt.
It was clearly the middle of the night.
But the manor was brightly lit. Outside the manor walls, teams of strong guards constantly patrolled.
These guards wore armor, holding torches in one hand and swords or maces in the other.
The level of their equipment was already higher than that of most town militias.
Just as a team of guards had just passed by the wall on patrol, a black shadow, like a viper lurking in the darkness, quietly approached the wall.
It left shallow footprints on the wall.
The black shadow had already climbed over the wall and landed on the inner side.
Moonlight poured down like flowing water, illuminating the silhouette of the black shadow.
At this time, he had already changed into the set of armor that Triss had prepared for him.
Moreover, before infiltrating Draheim Manor, the sorceress had also cast a spell on him that completely eliminated the sound of footsteps and armor clanking.
As long as he wasn't injured, the magic wouldn't be broken.
Therefore, relying on his agile figure, he avoided the guards patrolling inside the manor without much effort.
He approached the main building inside the manor.
Going around to the side of the building, he opened a door, revealing a corridor inside.
Paintings purchased from elsewhere hung on the walls on both sides of the corridor.
On the right side of the corridor, there was a room with an open door. Inside, a servant was pouring bathwater.
Lynn flashed into the bathroom.
He closed the door first.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, the servant instinctively turned his head to look, but saw a black shadow flash past.
Then, he felt something cold press against his neck.
A muffled voice came from the side.
"Do you want to live, or die?"
The servant's body trembled like a quail. "Live, live... please, don't kill me..."
"Very good. Then answer me one question. Where is Prince Adrian now?"
Prince Adrian's face was very unsightly.
The old butler with silver threads in his hair, standing before him, said fearfully, "No, but... Your Highness, Draheim Manor is quite a distance from the elven ruins of Aen Elle. Even if they rushed back immediately after completing their mission, it would still take them quite a while on the road."
"Of course I know that," Prince Adrian said, "but didn't I tell you to have them bring a message box? If the mission was completed, why haven't they contacted me using the message box?"
The old butler was at a loss for words. "This..."
Prince Adrian said sinisterly, "Could it be... that they ran away with the treasures?"
The old butler immediately denied.
"Of course not! Those people were all carefully selected by me. Leaving aside everything else, they are absolutely loyal to you!"
"Humph, it better be."
Prince Adrian snorted.
But the feeling of irritability in his heart still lingered.
This should have been very simple.
Kiyan was a somewhat well-known killer.
With him taking action, Professor Dijkstra and the others wouldn't have survived even with nine lives.
But unexpectedly, another witcher had appeared halfway and actually counter-killed Kiyan.
The large number of family private soldiers sent should theoretically have been enough to kill a witcher.
But at this point, there was still no news at all.
Prince Adrian didn't doubt the abilities of those soldiers.
Witchers were also human.
As long as the witcher was unprepared and didn't have the chance to drink potions...
A large group of soldiers was enough to kill a witcher.
What he was worried about was that those soldiers had run away with his money.
After all, in the face of gold, how many people could still maintain their loyalty was really hard to say.
Sudden urgent shouts and chaotic footsteps sounded outside.
It was as if the manor was being invaded.
(End of this chapter)
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