Chapter 64: Lynn is on His Way, Riding Hard
One of the workers immediately remembered the name of the worker Lynn was looking for.
"That guy was called Vrasleg, very young, even too young to be carrying heavy loads at that age. If you ask me, he should have learned a trade, barbering, blacksmithing, horse care, anything is better than just selling your strength."
Another worker with tattoos said.
"No one asked you that. Why are you rambling on about this? Do you think carrying heavy loads is just carrying heavy loads? It can train a person's will. If that kid couldn't even do that, what could he amount to in the future?"
Lynn didn't dwell on their argument, only concerned with his own question: "How long did he work here? Wasn't he usually looking for work at the port?"
The tattooed worker shook his head.
"No, he heard that a few of us were hired by Oxenfurt Academy to work, and he shamelessly tagged along."
"In my opinion, he wasn't there to work at all. He clearly wanted to get into Oxenfurt Academy to pick up girls. If he managed to hook up with one, he could avoid decades of hard work."
The first worker retorted, "Not everyone at Oxenfurt Academy is rich."
The tattooed worker scoffed. "Do you believe that? I certainly don't. Who can afford to study if they don't have money?"
"When Vrasleg was with you, did he say anything strange?"
Another worker with a headscarf asked, "Strange words? What do you mean?"
Lynn spread his hands.
"Anything, as long as it doesn't sound like something a young worker should say."
The tattooed worker said, "Didn't I say? He wanted to get something for nothing. Who decent is like that?"
"Shut your mouth, you can't even keep quiet when there's free booze," the worker with the headscarf said, a thoughtful expression appearing on his face. "If you put it that way, I suddenly remember something. Strange things would sometimes come out of that kid's mouth."
Lynn asked, "What were they?"
The worker with the headscarf tried hard to recall:
"I don't remember his exact words, but the general idea seemed to be why we worked all day and could barely make ends meet, while the rich didn't need to work and could live in luxury."
The tattooed worker also said thoughtfully.
"I also remember. He also said that we built all the houses in Novigrad, but why couldn't we own our own houses in Novigrad or something like that."
"I could tell early on that there was something wrong with that kid. Who decent thinks about these things all day?"
Lynn looked at the workers: "Before he left, did he say where he was going?"
Everyone shook their heads.
At this moment, one worker who hadn't spoken all along, the oldest one, smoking a pipe, suddenly spoke.
"He came to me before he left and asked if I was willing to go with him to take back what we deserved from those rich people. I told him young people shouldn't think about such nonsense. As a result, he left a sentence, 'No wonder we work ourselves to death all day and can't earn a few coins. Our thoughts deserve our suffering,' and then he never came back."
"Honestly, I didn't like that kid. Don't be fooled by him seemingly standing on our side and speaking up for us. But once he realized he couldn't incite us, he immediately changed his tone and called us fools."
"In my opinion, he's no different from those agitators who started the non-human race massacres. I experienced one non-human race massacre. Those guys hiding in the crowd, inciting others to slaughter dwarves and elves, used similar rhetoric."
Leaving the port of Oxenfurt, Lynn was already certain that the so-called "giving the rich a lesson" in that guy Vrasleg's mouth was kidnapping Milva.
Since he had already learned the location of Milva's house and the lumberyard from Gottfried earlier,
Lynn didn't delay any further. He mounted Nidhogg and directly left Oxenfurt, galloping towards Novigrad.
Lynn arrived at the lumberyard owned by Milva's family.
The lumberyard was located outside Novigrad, in a lush forest.
By the time Lynn arrived, it was completely dark.
He didn't ride Nidhogg directly there.
Instead, he dismounted a long way off.
He didn't tie up his horse, because these Kovirian steeds were well-trained and would return at the sound of a whistle.
Not tying up the horse was also to avoid any potential monsters.
Lynn slowly approached under the cover of night.
The lumberyard was large, with a wooden wall built around the outermost perimeter.
Two bandits stood at the gate of the wooden wall.
The sound of footsteps came from behind the wooden wall.
Clearly, there were more bandits patrolling behind the wall.
They even arranged patrols, so these weren't ordinary bandits.
At least their leader was quite clever.
Lynn didn't head towards the gate.
Instead, he went around in a circle and quietly approached the wooden wall.
He looked left and right.
Then he leaped up, climbed over the wooden wall more than a meter high, and landed lightly on the other side like an agile cat.
Lynn didn't rush to get up.
Instead, he observed the situation inside the lumberyard.
Although it was night, due to the moonlight, he could see things clearly without needing Cat potion.
He noticed that the lights were on in several houses inside the lumberyard.
And he could also hear noisy sounds.
It seemed that the entire lumberyard had been occupied by bandits.
Lynn didn't know if he could find Milva here.
But in any case, the bandits in the lumberyard couldn't be let go.
Because if he only rescued Milva, she and her family might still be kidnapped again by the returning bandit gang.
He knew the importance of cutting the weeds by the roots.
Either he didn't do it at all, or he had to do it to the best of his ability.
In the house where the lumberjacks rested.
It had now become the bandits' lair.
Among a group of bandits eating large pieces of meat and drinking from large bowls, three bound hostages trembled.
A fat man, two women.
One was older but still had a certain charm.
The other was only a teenager, still wearing the student uniform of Oxenfurt Academy.
Vrasleg held a roasted golden-brown chicken leg and squatted down in front of the fat merchant wearing a monocle.
"I must say, Lord Lauxer, I really didn't see it coming that you would have so much property. Is running a lumberyard that profitable?"
A flattering smile instinctively appeared on Lauxer's face.
"Gentlemen, I am just an honest businessman. If I have offended you in any way, I am willing to make amends. Please don't hurt me and my family."
As soon as the fat merchant finished speaking, Vrasleg stepped forward and kicked him to the ground.
The mother and daughter beside him immediately let out screams.
But the other bandits watched with excitement.
"Do you know what I hate most about people like you? It's this! Always high and mighty, always looking down on people!"
I want to take a moment to express my gratitude to those who support me on this journey. Your contribution make a real difference!
As a patron, you unlock:
Exclusive Access: Get advanced chapters ahead of everyone else.
👉 Join now: /Chaos_God