Chapter 47: A Good Sword
After Thor was taken away, the throne hall became silent and oppressive.
Given the current atmosphere, Lynn didn't want to directly bring up the reward with Brouver.
Of course, he wasn't afraid that Brouver would go back on his word.
Through this commission, his and Geralt's strength had been proven.
As long as Brouver wasn't an idiot, he would never offend two Witchers who could easily deal with the Crimson Plague Ghost for just a few thousand orens.
As he expected, after a period of silence, Brouver took the initiative to break the silence.
"Master Witcher, you have done a great job. Not only did you complete the mission I gave you, but you also exposed the traitor who conspired against me. Your mission is complete. Now, it's my turn to fulfill my promise."
"Bring the things up."
Two dwarven attendants in robes walked out of another door in the throne hall.
Each of them held something in their hands and came to Lynn.
The first dwarven attendant held a box in his hand.
The box was filled with neat and shiny oren gold coins.
Some of these gold coins had the head of the previous Temerian king, and some had the head of the current king, King Foltest.
But no matter whose head it was, these were all uncut, undamaged, and complete gold coins.
The second dwarven attendant carefully held a sheathed sword in both hands.
Lynn took the box first and placed it at his feet.
Then he took the sword from the second dwarven attendant.
The sword was silver-white, shining with cold light, like a mirror or a pool of lake water.
There was a recessed blood groove in the center of the blade.
Perhaps for aesthetic reasons, the end of the hilt had a hollow design.
Lynn drew both Gwyhyr and his steel sword.
Then he held his steel sword in his left hand and Gwyhyr in his right hand.
The two swords collided forcefully.
With a clear clang, a notch appeared on the blade of his steel sword, and obvious cracks appeared on the blade near the notch.
But Gwyhyr was unscathed and still as shiny as new.
Lynn couldn't help but gasp.
There was no doubt that this was the best of the best swords.
Seeing that Lynn had finished testing, Brouver smiled triumphantly: "How about it, Master Witcher, didn't I lie to you?"
Lynn put away the weapons and bowed solemnly to Brouver.
Although the two parties had agreed in advance that the reward would be four thousand orens and a Gwyhyr sword.
But Brouver could have just given him a dwarven sword as a reward.
After all, even a dwarven sword made of ordinary steel was more durable than a human sword, and he wouldn't be able to tell the difference in a short time.
When a real problem occurred, it would be unknown how much time had passed. Even if he found Mahakam, the other party could deny everything.
If it were those uncivilized people with low brain capacity and high courage, they would definitely do this.
But Brouver was in a high position and still kept his promise.
Before entering society, Lynn always thought that keeping one's word was the most basic thing. After struggling in society for more than ten years, Lynn realized how lucky it was to meet a boss who kept his word.
Weapons were the second life of those who lived by the sword.
Brouver was willing to give him a priceless sword, which was worthy of his solemn bow.
Finally, before leaving the throne hall, Lynn told Brouver about the Healers Guild.
Brouver also said that he would send someone to the mine to collect their bodies and bury them properly.
In addition, he would erect a solemn monument in the mountains so that Mahakam would always remember everything they had done for the dwarves.
After leaving the throne hall, Lynn took the four thousand oren gold coins and the Gwyhyr sword back to the guest room to wait for Geralt.
Not long after, Geralt came back.
Geralt went to the isolation ward and found that the rashes and blisters on the sick miners' bodies had obvious signs of fading.
He believed that they would recover without medicine soon.
Hearing this, Lynn was relieved.
Although Witchers worked for money, they also had to ensure that the work was done well and not leave any problems for the employer.
Witchers had long lives. If they tried to earn quick money and cut corners, this approach was very undesirable.
This was also what Vesemir had taught.
Vesemir was always right about Witcher commissions.
It was always right to listen to his advice.
Lynn gave Geralt his share of the two thousand orens.
And handed over the Gwyhyr.
Geralt swung it around and marveled.
Even with his decades of Witcher experience, he had never seen a better sword.
Dwarven craftsmanship was not uncommon. Weapons made of ordinary steel could be purchased directly in Mahakam.
Originally, an important source of Mahakam's income came from weapons trade.
What was truly precious were weapons made of orichalcum.
At least Geralt had never heard of anyone being able to afford such good weapons.
But then, Geralt's actions stunned Lynn:
He did not accept the Gwyhyr sword.
Instead, he handed it back to Lynn.
Lynn looked at him confused.
Geralt said very seriously: "Take it, this is Elder Brouver's reward for you."
Lynn immediately shook his head: "No, this is our common reward, and... this sword can play a greater role in your hands, can't it?"
"But I believe you will use it well too, take it!"
Geralt stuffed the Gwyhyr sword into Lynn's hand without any explanation.
Before Lynn could say any words of gratitude, he strode out.
"Now that the elder's commission is complete, I'm going to find Istrad and tell him we can go with him."
"Your adventure down the mountain has exceeded many Witchers. Their first year of travel was not as exciting as yours. Take a break, you deserve it."
Watching Geralt leave, Lynn didn't know how to describe his feelings at this moment.
But at this moment, he suddenly figured out a question that he had always been confused about.
Why did other Witcher schools die out, leaving only a few people, while the Wolf School still maintained a big family?
Lynn stroked the cold, winter-like blade of Gwyhyr and made a vow in his heart.
He would never let the Wolf School fall apart in the "future"!
He would definitely recast the glory of the Witchers!
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