Chapter 78: No One Gets Sick Riding a Portal
Thinking of this, Triss gave up the idea of haggling with Lynn.
"As you wish, four hundred crowns it is, deal. I know your rules, half paid upfront, and the remaining half paid upon completion of the contract."
She picked up an exquisitely crafted ladies' handbag and gently brushed her fingers across it.
Shiny gold coins rained down on the table with a clinking sound, like water vapor spewing from a whale.
Seeing the witcher staring intently at the ladies' handbag in her hand, Triss smiled charmingly.
"It seems you've already noticed. Although this handbag itself is made of extremely rare materials, what's even more precious is the enchantment placed upon it."
"High-level magic – the Extension Charm, can make the interior space far larger than it appears on the surface."
If there was anything whose importance was second only to weapons, it would undoubtedly be a bag with an Extension Charm.
Especially for witchers, because they needed to prepare a large number of alchemical materials in advance, they basically had to prepare a separate bag just for storing sword oils, potions, and alchemical bomb ingredients.
Then, the dried food, drinking water, and other essential tools for survival in the wild had to be placed in several other bags.
That's why Nidhogg's back was always packed full.
But if they could have a magic bag , it would be so much more convenient.
"Madam, how much does it cost to have a sorcerer cast a permanent Extension Charm?"
Lynn asked himself. Even if he wasn't a rich man now, he was much better off than most impoverished witchers.
Casting a spell once, even a high-level one, he should be able to afford it, right?
"The Extension Charm isn't something just any sorcerer can cast... Oh, what am I saying? Sorry, did I bore you?"
Triss stopped her original intention to ramble on.
She had just started when she realized.
She wasn't at Aretuza Academy now, nor was she in the Temerian court discussing magic with Keira Metz.
Although witchers could cast signs, those were just parlor tricks in the eyes of sorcerers, something that couldn't be taken seriously.
How could he possibly understand what she was talking about?
"No, Madam, if possible, I'd like to hear more."
Noticing the surprise and doubt on the sorceress's face, Lynn smiled gently and said,
"Although I am just a witcher, I am very interested in magic. Moreover, I have always had an accepting attitude towards knowledge. As long as it's knowledge, no matter what field it is, I welcome it."
He sat on the sofa, leaning forward. "Being able to listen to a beautiful and charming sorceress explain magic is not something that happens every day. Please be sure to grant my small personal request."
The handsome young man before her hadn't said those words to deliberately flatter or ingratiate himself with her.
His eyes were truly filled with a thirst for knowledge.
Since he had already asked so earnestly, Triss couldn't bear to refuse.
So she cleared her throat and said,
"Alright, then I'll briefly tell you about it."
"Magic is a mysterious and high-level power, and those who can skillfully master and use this power are sorcerers."
"Magic can do things that mortals can't even imagine, such as prolonging life, maintaining youth, changing appearance, and so on..."
"In this world we know, who was the first person to discover and utilize magic is now unknown. But after hundreds of years of research, magic has been meticulously divided into eight major schools, also known as the eight great schools."
"The Extension Charm belongs to the Transmutation school of the eight great schools." "Transmutation is the most useful and most widely used school."
"Sorcerers who can skillfully master Transmutation magic can even manipulate changes in time and space."
"For example, the Extension Charm that makes the internal space of an item larger than it appears externally, or the Teleportation spell that can transport a person to another location."
"Another example is the Levitation spell that allows oneself to descend slowly when jumping from a high place, or the Haste spell that increases movement speed, and so on."
"But there are very few sorcerers who can reach this level. Many sorcerers find it easy to conjure simple and crude Force magic like large fireballs and ice bolts."
"But once you ask them to precisely open a portal to a certain location, not too high, not too low, and definitely not tens of thousands of miles off target, that's practically asking for their lives."
The witcher stayed in the sorceress's house until dusk.
Until the afterglow of the setting sun spilled down, coating the streets with a layer of orange light.
Lynn then came out of Triss's house.
In the following days, he wandered through the streets and alleys of Novigrad.
Using orens and crowns, he exchanged for the alchemical materials he needed from the market owners.
He had a premonition.
Although this contract had the company of a sorceress, he always felt it wouldn't go so smoothly.
And it was also unwise to place hope in others.
Therefore, Lynn didn't have the slightest idea of "clinging to the mage's thigh and just lying down and doing nothing."
Instead, he replenished his alchemical materials as much as possible, ensuring he was fully prepared.
During this time, he also found a local Novigrad elven swordsmith, Eibhear Hattori, to forge a master-crafted silver sword for him.
Three days later, Lynn returned to Triss's house.
He sat in the living room for a full two hours before finally seeing the sorceress, who had taken a bath and carefully dressed herself, walk into the living room.
Triss glanced at the bulging pouches hanging from his waist.
Without using magic, she knew that they must be filled with the materials the witcher might need in the upcoming battle.
Lynn nodded. "Yes, Madam."
"Then let's set off."
"I'm fine, just need a moment."
Lynn sat on the docks of Kaerak City, letting the salty sea breeze gently caress his face.
Basically, all witchers hated portals.
And there was a reason for this.
Except for sorcerers, most ordinary people felt dizzy and nauseous when passing through a portal.
And witchers, whose bodies were much more sensitive than ordinary people, felt even worse than ordinary people.
Although Lynn had long thought that if he and Triss took a boat from Novigrad to Kaerak, it would be time-consuming and laborious, definitely not as straightforward as a portal.
But after he passed through the portal opened by Triss, he immediately regretted it.
This was even worse than taking a boat.
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