Triss walked over from her hiding place.
"Lynn, how are you? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, very well, thank you."
Triss looked the witcher up and down several times with concern before finally confirming that he was indeed unharmed.
"Prince Adrian's men weren't just here to receive his share of the treasure. He actually wanted to kill everyone."
"Fortunately, Professor Dijkstra also had a premonition of all this and kept us here... wait, why do I feel like you're not surprised at all?"
Lynn smiled and said, "No, actually I find it very strange."
Triss looked at him suspiciously. "But you've been smiling the whole time, without stopping."
"Triss, we witchers undergo professional training. No matter how funny something is, we won't laugh unless we can't help it."
Lynn raised his hands and said, "Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore. This was indeed within my expectations."
The sorceress asked in confusion, "But how could you have known?"
A charming smile appeared on the witcher's handsome face.
"Isn't it simple? Not to mention that I have a scri... ahem, let me put it this way, Triss, there are many people who can share hardship, but very few who can share happiness."
"If Professor Dijkstra hadn't found anything on this trip, then everything would have been easy to handle. At most, Prince Adrian would withdraw his sponsorship and ask the professor to return some of the sponsored funds."
"But if it's like now, where a ruin was discovered, and treasures left by the elven king were found in the ruin, do you think Prince Adrian would obediently just take his share and be done with it?"
"I assure you, my esteemed lady, even if we saved Professor Dijkstra this time, this matter is not over. Prince Adrian won't let it go so easily."
Triss couldn't help but frown.
Hearing what the witcher said, the sorceress also realized the seriousness of the matter.
"Then isn't his only option to hide in Oxenfurt Academy?"
Lynn shook his head. "I'm afraid even if he hid in Oxenfurt Academy all day, it would be useless."
Scholarship has no borders, but scholars do.
Although Oxenfurt Academy also claimed to be a neutral academic institution, in the eyes of those in power, they obviously didn't think so.
During the Third Northern War, Oxenfurt Academy was forced to close.
Many faculty members and students from various departments were forcibly conscripted into the Redanian army.
The university buildings were also "protected" by the army.
As for the books in the academy's libraries and research rooms, they were auctioned off to fund the war effort.
The sacred hall of culture and truth, the cradle of science, art, and free thought, the diamond of the North... no matter how many resounding titles it had, it had to bow its proud head before the king's army.
Of course, Prince Adrian, as a descendant of a fallen dynasty, didn't have such great power.
But sending a few assassins to infiltrate Oxenfurt Academy and assassinate a professor who studied elven history and culture was still something he could accomplish.
Moreover, Lynn couldn't protect him twenty-four hours a day, never leaving his side.
What's more, even without sending assassins, Prince Adrian had many ways to get rid of Professor Dijkstra.
A person couldn't possibly have no relatives or friends.
Prince Adrian could completely use them to threaten Professor Dijkstra.
And this was the wrath of the powerful.
Even if Prince Adrian was just a weak member of the powerful, he was still someone that commoners like Professor Dijkstra couldn't offend.
Unfortunately, Professor Dijkstra didn't have any good way to deal with Prince Adrian.
It seemed that his only option was death.
"You knew all along? You wanted to help him? That's why you took on this commission? But what do you plan to do next?" Although their contact time wasn't long, Triss had a rough understanding of Lynn's character.
She knew that the other party wouldn't do things he wasn't confident about.
Regarding the sorceress's question, the witcher answered casually.
"In my home world, there's a very widespread saying:"
"If you can't solve the problem, then go solve the person who raised the problem."
Hearing this, Triss couldn't help but widen her eyes. "You actually plan to kill a noble?"
In this era, nobles were like the heavens.
Although the power of nobles didn't come from heaven or the gods, it was inherited from ancient traditions.
Even if this tradition was stupid and corrupt, tradition was tradition.
Only the bloodline of kings could become kings, and only the bloodline of nobles could become nobles.
Even newly ennobled nobles who relied on great military achievements had to find a few knowledgeable experts to hide in dark, narrow rooms and rack their brains to concoct non-existent noble lineages for this lord.
In the hearts of commoners, the option of "killing a noble" simply didn't exist.
However, Lynn smiled nonchalantly.
"In my eyes, whether they are royalty or commoners, there's no difference. As long as they are my enemies, they all have to die."
Of course, he knew how serious the consequences of killing a noble were.
So, the question arose, why let others know that he killed Prince Adrian?
With the backward forensic methods of this era, making sure no one knew was too easy.
"Triss, I need you to do me a favor... Don't rush to refuse. It's not asking you to help me kill a noble, but to ask you to help me buy some things."
"That's all? Alright, leave it to me."
After listening carefully, Triss found that the help the witcher asked for was unbelievably simple.
So she agreed without hesitation.
Afterward, the two walked towards Gloger.
Professor Dijkstra had already turned ashen-faced when Lynn went on his killing spree.
By the time Lynn had killed everyone cleanly, without leaving a single survivor...
Professor Dijkstra couldn't hold it in any longer.
He bent over and vomited messily.
It wasn't until the witcher and the sorceress came over that Professor Dijkstra, having nothing left to vomit, finally felt a little better.
Although he had long heard bad rumors about Prince Adrian and had mentally prepared himself for possible betrayal...
But Professor Dijkstra had never thought that the other party would be so ruthless.
"That bastard Adrian! I thought at most he would just steal all the treasure. I didn't expect he would actually want my life!"
"I was so stupid, really, I actually fell for his trick so easily!"
A scholar was still a scholar.
Even when cursing, there was no lethality, no impact whatsoever.
The two waited for Professor Dijkstra to vent before Lynn stepped forward and said,
"Professor Dijkstra, you are a scholar, not a noble. It's normal that you don't understand the power struggles and intrigues among nobles."
(End of this chapter)
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