Chapter 127: Berengar Returns
It was just that he was used to keeping a low profile, preferring to act before speaking, not revealing his abilities easily.
So, Lynn recounted the time when he, Geralt, Yarpen, and the others had worked as caravan guards.
Seeing Lynn take the initiative to speak, Yarpen, who had been silent until now, also seized the opportunity to describe Lynn's heroic performance when they encountered the elven commando.
After he finished speaking, the witchers around the long table all looked surprised.
Except for Vesemir.
After all, Vesemir had already heard Lynn say it once in the kitchen.
Vesemir had actually heard about those elven commandos who hid in the forests and occasionally came out to cause trouble.
Although he often warned Geralt, Eskel, and Lambert to remain neutral,
he himself was still very concerned about the political situation and the events happening on the Continent.
After all, he lived on this land, how could he really close his eyes and block his ears?
Unlike Vesemir, Lambert didn't think so much. He directly clapped his hands and said, "Lynn, you've become capable! You actually dared to rush into a forest full of elves alone."
Lynn was quite modest.
"You're exaggerating, Lambert."
"Calling them elven commandos is actually just a small squad, not many people. If there were many, they wouldn't need to fight guerrilla warfare, would they? They could just go and deal with the regular Ardian army."
"Moreover, although elves are more talented in archery than humans, those elves were just farmers who had just been armed, not many battle-hardened warriors."
"Finally, and most importantly, at that time, someone had to stand up, otherwise we would all die sooner or later."
The situation at that time really didn't allow Lynn to think too much.
He never thought about running.
Because it was impossible to run away.
In that situation, that was the only thing to do.
Eskel also said with a sigh, "You've only been down the mountain for a few months and you've already experienced such a thrilling adventure. Many witchers who have been down the mountain for years may not have as exciting a story as yours."
"Lambert, do you remember when you first worked for a noble?"
Lambert thought about it very seriously.
"Three years, or the fourth year, I can't remember clearly. To be precise, it wasn't working for a noble, because I didn't even see that noble lord."
"From beginning to end, he only sent his steward to see me, and his steward even had an expression that said, 'If you don't do it, there are plenty of other witchers who will'... sigh! I still get angry when I think about it."
Eskel put his hand on Lambert's shoulder: "Don't be so impulsive, Lambert, it's all in the past."
Then he turned to look at Lynn.
"If you ask me, Lynn, you should find a bard to turn your adventure story into a ballad. That way, countless women will throw themselves into your arms."
He stroked his scar: "Lynn, you're not bad-looking, women will definitely like you."
The cheerful atmosphere in the hall suddenly fell silent.
Even Lambert stopped talking.
Everyone just looked at the scar on Eskel's face, which almost disfigured him.
The scar on Eskel's face was left by a woman named Deidre Ademeyn.
She was the princess of Cintra and Eskel's Child of Surprise.
However, Eskel did not return to Cintra at that time to claim his reward after invoking the Law of Surprise.
But when autumn of 1232 arrived, Deidre Ademeyn still came to Kaer Morhen and found Eskel.
It was she who caused the terrifying scar on Eskel's face.
Everyone else was silent, and the atmosphere became very quiet.
However, this silent atmosphere was quickly broken by Eskel himself with a laugh.
"Don't bother trying to comfort me. I know my own situation. I'm ugly and a pauper, it's normal for women not to like me."
Eskel rarely showed this side of himself, and even Lambert couldn't stand it.
"Damn it, Eskel, you ruined a perfectly good atmosphere. Why say these things? Even the wine has turned sour."
"Stop feeling sorry for yourself there, that's not like you at all. How about this, next year when we go down the mountain, you come with me. I'll take you to Vizima to broaden your horizons." "What's wrong with having a scar on your face? Haven't you heard the saying, 'A man's scars are proof of his glory'? Although you are quite ugly, it's all the same with the lights off, women don't have cat eyes."
Eskel let out a belch and didn't refute: "Alright, sounds good, Lambert, I'll hang out with you next year."
The two bantered for a few more sentences, breaking the previous heavy atmosphere, and the long table once again became cheerful.
Vesemir smiled and was about to say something.
But in the next moment, his expression suddenly became serious.
He looked at Lynn and the other two witchers.
Vesemir saw the same serious expressions on their faces.
Only the dwarves were still clueless.
"Master, what's wrong with all of you?"
"Quiet."
Lynn raised a finger and placed it on his lips.
Only then did the dwarves realize that something was wrong and quieted down.
"Eskel, Lambert."
Vesemir winked at the two of them.
They left the long table and took down their steel swords and the dwarves' axes from the weapon rack.
"Lynn, catch."
Lynn was quick-eyed and quick-handed, catching Gwihyr thrown by Lambert.
Then he quickly walked to the door of the hall.
Followed by Lambert, Eskel, Yarpen, and Zoltan.
Vesemir and the remaining dwarves went to the back door.
"I feel like I've seen this scene before," Lambert mouthed. "Could it be that Brahe and his Cat School brothers have come to crash the party?"
Lynn also mouthed back, "Only the sound of one horse's hooves."
Lambert didn't think much of it.
"What can that prove? Have you forgotten that Brahe and his Cat School brothers are also witchers? Isn't it easy for witchers to eliminate the sound of their footsteps?"
Eskel frowned: "You two be quiet for a moment... Wait, do you smell that? Blood?"
Neither of them had time to reply.
A heavy thud suddenly sounded outside the hall.
Lynn and Lambert exchanged a glance, then without thinking, they opened the door and rushed out.
"Hey, wait, Lynn, damn it!"
Lambert cursed and followed closely behind, covering Lynn's back.
Then he saw a horse parked outside the door.
A person was lying face down on the ground.
Lynn ran to the person's side and turned him over.
It wasn't Geralt.
But this person also had a wolf's head medallion hanging around his neck.
Lynn looked at his face.
Lynn only felt that this person's face was vaguely familiar.
But he had never seen this person in this world.
Therefore, he quickly remembered this person's identity and name.
"Put down your swords, Lambert. Eskel, go tell Vesemir that the alarm is off, it's not an enemy."
"It's Berengar, he's back."
(End of this chapter)