Chapter 65: The Little Boat of Friendship Capsizes So Easily
Lauxer, pinned under Vrasleg's foot, struggled to say, "Sir, I truly did not look down on you."
Vrasleg kicked him hard, and Lauxer let out a pained groan.
"Didn't? Where did the clothes you and your family are wearing come from? Where did this huge lumberyard come from? The house your family lives in Novigrad, it couldn't have been a free gift from the city hall, could it?"
"Let me tell you, everything you've squeezed from the poor and the downtrodden, our Greenwood Brotherhood will take it all back today."
Lauxer tried to appear calm.
"You... you must be mistaken, sir. When I was young, I was just like you, without a single crown coin to my name. Later, after a dozen or twenty years of hard work, plus a bit of luck, I finally acquired this lumberyard."
"Furthermore, I haven't exploited the lumberjacks who work for me. You can ask them; I pay them higher wages than other employers."
"And... and if anyone in their family encounters difficulties and needs money, and asks me for an advance on their wages, I'm always willing to give it."
"Gentlemen, if you're looking for revenge, you've definitely got the wrong person..."
Before Lauxer could finish speaking, Vrasleg kicked him again.
This kick was aimed at Lauxer's face.
The monocle was kicked off, and the blood flowing from his nose instantly stained his face red.
"Please, don't hit my father anymore! He's old, if you keep hitting him , you'll kill him!"
"Shut your mouth, you stinking woman! Or I'll punch you next!"
Vrasleg roared fiercely at Milva, then turned his head towards Lauxer.
"Don't try to fool me, old man! Even if you were like us before, now that you're rich, you've definitely gone bad. How does that bard's poem go again?"
A nearby bandit chimed in, "The dragon slayer will eventually become a dragon."
"That's right, the dragon slayer will eventually become a dragon. You're rich now, and the rich definitely exploit the poor. Aren't all crows under the sky black?"
Just then, a round of applause suddenly rang out.
"Well said. To actually make robbery sound so righteous, you're quite the talent, kid."
This unfamiliar voice immediately drew everyone's attention.
They all looked over and saw a handsome young man with two swords on his back walking up the stairs.
The bandits instinctively reached for their weapons.
But no one dared to charge forward first.
"Hey, what's wrong with this guy's eyes?"
"How can someone have cat-like eyes?"
"Look, he's carrying two swords."
"Then you go first, and I'll cover you."
"Damn you, why isn't it you going first?"
The bandits argued among themselves, but no one dared to step forward.
"Ignorant fools, haven't you seen a mutant before?" Finally, Vrasleg pushed through the crowd and walked to the front. "You're a mutant? What are you doing here?"
Lynn crossed his arms and said, "You have people I need, and I'm here to take them away."
"Just you, a mutant?"
Vrasleg spoke fiercely,
but his heart was secretly on guard.
Because he remembered very clearly.
He had clearly arranged for people to stand guard and patrol.
If someone had come in through the main entrance, the two accomplices guarding the main entrance couldn't have been so obedient as to let the person in.
And once a commotion was made, they couldn't have failed to hear any noise.
Either this person had avoided all the accomplices outside and sneaked in silently.
Or all those left outside had already been silently killed by him.
Hopefully, it wasn't the latter possibility.
Vrasleg swallowed hard.
Although he was extremely radical and biased, it didn't mean he was stupid.
Despite their numerical superiority, after careful consideration, he ultimately didn't shout the cliché line, "He's just one person, everyone attack together."
He decided to try a more diplomatic approach.
"Listen, friend, I don't know how much money this bastard plans to give you, but it doesn't matter."
He spread his hands, trying hard to force a smile that he thought was friendly.
"But as long as you're willing to cooperate with us, we can pry all his wealth out of his mouth. We'll share some with you then, definitely better than you risking your life for this bastard. What do you think?"
Before Lynn could speak,
Lauxer, as if seeing a lifeline, stood up and shouted with all his might,
"Witcher Master, save me and my family! I'll agree to anything you want! Just let us get out of here alive..."
Vrasleg cursed inwardly. "Go! Gag all of them!"
He turned his head and looked at Lynn again, a fierce look on his face.
"Friend, you wouldn't really believe him, would you? Bastards like them will say anything to save their lives, but when it comes to fulfilling their promises, do you believe they'll give you more than a pittance and send you away like a beggar?"
Lynn nodded as if agreeing with him.
"Hmm, promises made under duress and vows made from the heart are indeed incomparable."
Hearing this, the smile on Vrasleg's face became much more pleasant, and the fierce look softened a lot.
He wasn't one of those ignorant commoners.
Avoiding conflict with these mutants was the best option.
Although he had to share some money, could a problem that could be solved with money really be a problem?
The Lauxer family, whose mouths had been rudely gagged with strips of cloth by the bandits, wore expressions of despair.
"You're very sensible, friend. Although I don't know who hired you, rest assured, we will definitely not shortchange you."
"Are you misunderstanding something? When did I agree to collude with you rats from the gutter?" Lynn smiled and made a throat-slitting gesture.
"How about I give you a suggestion too? Why don't you slit your own throats and save me the trouble of doing it myself?"
The smile on Vrasleg's face instantly froze.
"Friend, that joke is not funny at all."
"Is that so? But I think it's hilarious, hahahaha (first tone)." Lynn gave a dry laugh.
Vrasleg finally realized that this mutant couldn't be persuaded.
But he didn't react outwardly.
He just put his hand behind his back.
Silently giving instructions to his accomplices.
While he continued to stall for time with conversation and attract Lynn's attention.
"If that's how you want to play it, then it's no fun. Friend, we're treating you with sincerity, and you should treat us with sincerity too, shouldn't you?"
"Isn't that how relationships between people should be?"
Lynn saw Vrasleg's small movements and similarly put his left hand behind his back.
"Have you heard this saying, friend? The little boat of friendship capsizes so easily."
As Lynn uttered the last word, the Quen shield, charged and ready, enveloped him.
Then, he stepped forward and kicked the table in front of him.
Kicking the table so that it stood upright.
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