Chapter 95: Some Kittens Are Just Kittens
After leaving Vivaldi Bank, Lynn went straight to Lord Ruxa's house.
Led by a servant, Lynn met Lord Ruxa in the drawing-room.
"Master Lynn, you're back."
Seeing Lynn's arrival, a genuine smile spread across Ruxa's face.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Lynn cut straight to the purpose of his visit.
"Lord Ruxa, I heard from Lord Vimme that your daughter needed to see me?"
"Yes, well... why don't you let her tell you herself?"
Ruxa had a servant call Misia over.
Misia said with gratitude and respect, "Master Lynn, I wonder if you still remember my professor."
"Professor Sigismund Dijkstra? I remember him. What about him?"
Speaking of which, the connection between Lynn and Ruxa originated with this professor.
It was Professor Dijkstra who commissioned Lynn to investigate the disappearance of his student, and Lynn eventually followed the clues to find and rescue Ruxa's family.
Then, through Lord Ruxa's introduction, the witcher met Vimme Vivaldi and Triss.
Therefore, Lynn certainly remembered the professor.
"It's . My mentor has recently been researching the legendary treasure of King Auberon Muircetach... You may not know, but King Muircetach was the ruler of the elven city-state of Aen Elle."
Misia's classmate Marco had once told him the story of this elven king, though not in great detail.
"So, Professor Dijkstra wants to..."
Misia looked at the witcher somewhat nervously, as if worried that he would refuse.
"My mentor has deduced the approximate location of the lost Aen Elle, but considering the potential dangers within the ruins, he wants to hire you to protect us."
"I see. So, how much is Professor Dijkstra prepared to pay me?"
"One hundred and fifty crowns."
Lynn raised his eyebrows upon hearing this.
"That sounds a little low, doesn't it?"
Misia quickly added, "If we encounter monsters or traps in the ruins, we can add another fifty crowns, but that's the limit, because Master Lynn, you are not the only witcher protecting the team."
Lynn asked, "There's another one of my kind? Who is it?"
It was rare for a commission to require hiring two witchers simultaneously, mainly because employers were generally unwilling to pay two sets of wages.
In most cases, one witcher was enough to solve the problem.
If not, they would use the payment not yet given to the first one to hire another witcher.
Misia shook her head.
"I don't know the specifics. He was assigned to the professor by his patron. Normally, one witcher would be enough to protect us, but the professor said..."
"He always felt that the other witcher's eyes held a hint of ill intent. Even though the witcher should be protecting our team, he instead felt unsafe. Out of caution, Professor Dijkstra thought of Master Lynn."
Misia paused and then continued, "Master Lynn, because this money wasn't in the initial budget, it's the professor paying you out of his own pocket, so it's a bit lower than you might expect."
"But the professor also said that if we really do find treasure in the ruins, he can secretly give you a share."
Lynn thought for a moment. "In that case, alright. Please tell Professor Dijkstra that I'll take the job."
Misia's face immediately lit up with joy.
"That's wonderful! The professor and I both knew we could rely on you."
After leaving Ruxa's house, Lynn's face was filled with a thoughtful expression. Generally speaking,
most witchers had a strong sense of professional ethics.
In this world, it was probably impossible to find anyone else who would be willing to help ordinary people and solve monster threats for just a few crowns.
If they were willing to be flexible, not to mention anything else, their skills as mercenaries would definitely bring them far greater income and status than they currently had.
Most witchers had professional ethics.
There was only one school that was an exception.
That was the notorious School of the Cat.
The Cat School belonged to the type that "even if they knew that killing someone would cause the world to burn, they would still kill without a second thought" as long as they were paid.
In fact, knowing the plot well, he had already recalled this part of the story when Misia mentioned the commission.
If there were no surprises, Professor Dijkstra and his group had also died in the other timeline at the hands of the Cat School witcher who had been sent by their patron to "protect" them.
The Cat School... or rather, most of the Cat School, was like that. As long as there was money to be made, they would do anything.
Professor Dijkstra was on good terms with him.
Misia's father, Mr. Ruxa, had also been quite kind to him.
Since he knew what would happen in the future, it was only right, both emotionally and rationally, to help them.
Returning to Vivaldi Bank and pushing open the door of the VIP room, Lynn saw the girl from before, her hands clasped together, sitting nervously and fearfully on the sofa.
When she saw the door open, she jumped up as if there were springs under her bottom.
But she didn't dare approach Lynn, only standing timidly to the side, offering a clumsy imitation of a commoner's greeting to a noble.
The girl had taken a bath and changed into a clean set of commoner's clothes.
She looked completely different from before.
"Do you have any other instructions? Do you need me to call Lord Vimme over?"
The dwarven attendant named Lukas, who had been waiting with the girl in the VIP room, asked.
"No need. I know Lord Vimme is busy, so I won't trouble him. However, please tell him something for me."
Pausing for a moment, the witcher continued, "Please trouble him to find someone to deliver fresh meat and vegetables to my place every day. I will pay for the groceries and the service fee at the end of each month."
"Yes, I will definitely relay the message."
"Then we'll be going now."
Lynn gestured for the girl to follow him.
The latter obediently followed closely behind.
Leaving Vivaldi Bank, the two walked towards the house where Lynn was temporarily staying.
When they passed a restaurant, a rich aroma wafted out.
The sound came from behind him.
Lynn turned around and saw the girl shaking her head vigorously at him.
"What does shaking your head mean? Aren't you hungry? But I clearly heard your stomach growling."
"No... no, sir, it wasn't me."
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