Chapter 25: Fists of Fury: Aldersberg
It shrieked and wildly flailed its arms to try to suffocate the fire.
Not only did the fire blind its eyes but also deflected its attention.
It was briefly unaware of the Witcher's presence.
Lynn's right foot kicked a shallow hole in the soft grass.
The whole person whirled around at high speed like a top, and the traveling blade cut across the grave hag's throat.
The grave hag's head was ripped off its neck, and the body of ash fell to the ground, finally motionless.
A burning warm flow poured into Lynn's body.
"Attribute points: 0 (55%) → 1 (5%)"
"Are you okay, Lynn? Are you injured anywhere?"
Having forced the gravedigger's hut out of the grave hag, Geralt had originally planned to get there to help Lynn immediately, but he found that Lynn seemed to be holding her own.
Since Lynn would now have to travel around on her own to complete work in the future, Geralt eventually decided to stand watch after some deliberation.
But his left hand had been shaking out the gesture of the Axii sign.
Once Lynn was vanquished, he would unleash the Axii sign immediately to make the grave hag stumble into a sort of temporary confusion and disorientation.
He was glad that Lynn did not need his help at the end but overpowered the grave hag on his own.
Geralt put away the Axii sign and instead flashed a thumbs up.
Subsequently, the two collected the necessary items from the grave hag.
They went into the gravedigger's hut to take a look before leaving.
When they returned to the village with Lynn and Geralt, they found that all the villagers had gathered at the village gate.
"They're back, they're alive."
"I once said we should employ a Witcher. Witchers are professionals in this field, and we shouldn't be cheap to pay."
Once Geralt had eliminated the head of the grave hag, the village elder also gratefully removed the two hundred ducats their entire village had raised and handed them to Geralt.
Geralt confirmed that they were all pure gold coins, no combination of copper or silver coins, and nodded happily, securing the bag of money.
He also gave the village elder some advice on how to defend against those flesh-eating beasts and other monsters that would invade the village.
Now that the job was done, the two did not need to stay any longer.
After replenishing some supplies in the village, the two disappeared into the distant horizon.
Inside a tavern in Aldersberg.
Two bare-chested men stood in a cleared space in the tavern where the chairs and tables were pushed to the sides.
One was drenched in blood and sweat.
His breathing was sounding heavily, like a period bellows.
The youth standing on the other side of him did not even break a bead of sweat.
The young man raised his fists high, gazing at the man, even though he didn't move, he was as fierce as an animal.
The man and the young man were surrounded by crowds.
Some of them were carrying wine cups, while others had their fists in hand.
The onlookers surrounding them were even more infuriated than the two men in the duel.
They blushed and kept yelling and roaring.
"What are you doing? I did not come here to watch you stand still!"
"Go! Tear him to pieces! He's going to die!"
"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"
Maybe swept up by the atmosphere of the spot, maybe made uncomfortable by the young man's cat eyes, or maybe feeling that he had a great advantage.
The man roared and ran up.
Lynn shook his head slightly.
In his opinion, the man not only had a wide-open door but was full of faults.
His fist was even slower than a turtle.
He not only dodged the punched fist easily but also punched the opponent's waist.
Because he didn't want to be responsible for any deaths, he restrained himself a bit.
The man who was punched by the Ora almost gazed out his eyes.
Lynn retreated one step.
He dodged the man's incessant vomiting in time.
"Sorry, you fought well."
The crowd parted for him.
As he made his way through the center of the crowd, the onlookers who had bet on him and won a lot of money because of him slapped his arms and shoulders wildly and cheered for him.
Lynn went to the bar to order a beer and then sat down at an available table.
Shortly, the organizer of the boxing match, a man with a big beard, came up to him respectfully and put a money bag making sound when slightly shaken on the table before Lynn with both hands.
"Witcher master, this is your share."
He opened the money bag and gazed at it.
There were dozens of golden little cuties sleeping quietly in the money bag.
Lynn kept the money bag contentedly.
The bearded man didn't leave but rubbed his hands with a smile: "Witcher master, I wonder if you want to have long-term cooperation?"
Although the young man seemed young, he was actually a ruthless person.
Since he came to this city two days ago, he has never lost a single game.
Because he was the organizer of the boxing bout, the bearded man naturally realized that the young man was unusual.
If he could maintain long-term collaboration with Lynn, the days of making fortunes were not far away.
"Sorry, I'm not interested."
Lynn turned him down without deliberation.
He glanced at the bearded and smiling man and knew what the other man was thinking.
He did not want to be a big fool who "if he worked harder, the other fellow would be able to buy a new carriage next year."
It is fine to earn some pocket money from time to time, but long-term cooperation is impossible.
After the bearded man had left, the beer Lynn had ordered was finally brought.
Lynn consumed the beer while musing about the past few days
After the previous commission, he and Geralt headed south.
And then they ended up in this city named Aldersberg.
Aldersberg was an industrialized city in southern Aedirn with foundries and wool mills, and it was highly developed and prosperous.
He and Geralt had stayed a couple of days in a hotel in Aldersberg.
Unfortunately, there was no commission for Witchers to do in the city.
The two of them just stayed the entire day in the tavern idle.
So Lynn chose to join the tavern's boxing competition.
And Geralt went to enjoy the abalone feast.
Geralt at first wanted to take his good brother Lynn with him.
But Lynn declined graciously.
He himself would not wear colored glasses to treat workers in this industry.
After all, they do not steal nor rob.
That's also the hard-earned money they made through their work.
It's simply that he felt that as a Witcher there would be so many sorceresses to peg in the coming days that one did not have to hurry up to eat abalone feasts here.
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