Chapter 72: Let Me Pluck Your Heart Out and Try to Melt It Slowly
When the golem's chest was smashed open by Lynn, and a fist-sized bead was gouged out from within, the golem, its entire body riddled with wounds and its two legs shattered, finally stopped struggling and moving.
Lynn didn't mourn for even a moment the loss of the dimeritium bombs he had used during the previous battle.
Although the cost of those dimeritium bombs wasn't low, even so, he was actually making a profit.
Because he was different from other witchers.
Other witchers purely relied on contracts to make money.
Therefore, they would never waste alchemical bombs and potions so lavishly as he did unless it was absolutely necessary.
But he was different.
He took on contracts to broaden his network; the reward was secondary.
Besides, he had already received a lot of rewards from Elder Brokilon and Eist Tuirseach.
He didn't need to worry about money in the short term.
In that case, what did it matter if he earned a little less?
The "experience" the golem gave was good.
Lynn had been saving these attribute points and hadn't used them.
He was planning to add them to "Alchemy" when he had accumulated 5 points.
His current Wolf School sword techniques and signs were all at the master level.
He was no different from experienced old witchers like Geralt and Vesemir who had seen a lot.
But in terms of alchemy, he was only at the level of a formal witcher.
Just as Uncle Bao's core build was English, alchemy was also the core build for witchers.
Sword oils, potions, alchemical bombs—these were all closely related to alchemy.
Therefore, only having proficient-level alchemy was definitely not enough.
...
Lynn picked up the bead he had gouged out.
This thing was called a stone heart, and it was the heart that drove the golem.
This thing was very valuable. Generally, ordinary stone hearts were the size of a pigeon egg.
But the stone heart in Lynn's hand was the size of an actual heart.
No wonder this golem had been trapped in this underground cave for so long that its master had forgotten about it, yet it still had power.
He sat there and rested for a long time, until the toxicity of the potions had completely subsided and his face no longer looked so terrifying. Then he got up and left the basement to find the dwarven banker at the Vivaldi Bank.
Actually, White Honey potion could achieve the same effect and didn't require waiting so long.
But it would be too wasteful to use a bottle of White Honey potion just to save a little time.
He had some money now, but not to spend it like that.
After all, in his home world, thrift was a traditional virtue.
"This house shouldn't cause you any more trouble. With a little repair, you can move in, or sell it to someone else."
Hearing this, Vimme couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
It seemed that he really needed this house urgently for some reason.
As for why the other party needed it so much, Lynn had no intention of delving into it.
It was none of his business anyway.
"Is that so? That's great, but would you mind if I asked what exactly the problem was?"
Vimme asked curiously.
He wasn't a witcher, nor was he a warrior.
But to say that he didn't yearn for such a life would be a lie.
Everyone had a burning soul for gossip.
Dwarves were no exception.
There was nothing to hide.
Moreover, sometimes explaining the mission process to the employer was beneficial for the employer to pay more readily.
So Lynn briefly summarized.
"A sorcerer dug out another cave below the basement and used magic to trap a golem inside."
"The sorcerer left a long time ago, no one knows where he went, but the magical cage he left behind has been in effect all along."
"The golem wanted to escape, and the shaking of the house was caused by the golem attacking the magical cage."
"I smashed that golem into a pile of rubble. You might need to send some people down to clean up, and it's best to seal the gap between the basement and the cave again."
Vimme listened, dumbfounded.
He originally thought it was the work of an evil spirit.
He didn't expect it to be a golem.
And a golem trapped in a magical cage by a sorcerer.
But the professionals were indeed professional.
Not only could they solve problems even when things went wrong, but they were also efficient.
"Who would have thought... you did me a great favor, Witcher Master. You are indeed as excellent as the Elder and Lord Lauxer said. Here, this is the agreed reward."
Lynn took the money pouch containing two hundred crowns.
He weighed it in his hand, then opened the pouch, confirmed that all the coins inside were shiny crowns, and then accepted it with a smile.
Then, he took out the ghost spirit dust of the Rotfiend and the stone heart of the golem.
"Lord Vimme, do you know the market price of these two things?"
Vimme Vivaldi not only ran the largest bank in Novigrad, but he also owned the largest auction house in the entire city.
His auction house sold everything, and he recognized many things.
Including alchemical materials used for sorcerer experiments.
"Master, aren't those ghost spirit dust and a stone heart in your hands?"
"Ordinary ghost spirit dust can sell for fifty crowns on the market, but the quality of yours far exceeds ordinary ghost spirit dust. I think it shouldn't be a problem to sell it for seventy or eighty crowns."
"As for this stone heart, heavens, I've been in this business for so long, and this is the first time I've seen a stone heart that isn't powdered."
"Such a large stone heart, if Master you consign it to my auction house, I am confident I can help you sell it for more than three hundred crowns."
The cost of the potions and alchemical bombs that Lynn had used to deal with the golem, all added together, was less than ten crowns.
And this stone heart could not only recover his losses but also allow him to make a large profit.
If you were to describe Lynn's mood at this moment, it was roughly like drinking a refreshing drink with the air conditioning on in the middle of summer.
"Then I'll entrust these two things to you for auction."
Vimme nodded repeatedly.
Rubbing his hands excitedly.
Ghost spirit dust was one thing.
Stone hearts weren't that common.
If his auction house could put such a rare material up for auction, how much it sold for was secondary. The key was that it could show that his auction house was a cut above the rest.
But soon, the dwarven banker seemed to think of something, scratched his head again, and said:
"Of course, but Witcher Master, for anything auctioned here, I have to charge a ten percent commission fee. Please don't misunderstand, this isn't aimed at you, but it's the same for everyone."
Glancing at Vimme's embarrassed face, but with excitement and eagerness in his eyes, Lynn had long known that the other party would say this.
All crows under the sky were black. Expecting a banker not to be greedy was even less realistic than expecting a sow to climb a tree.
However, Lynn also knew that Vimme, apart from being a bit greedy, was otherwise alright.
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