Chapter 128: Revitalizing the Witcher School?
The group hurriedly carried Berengar towards a room on the second floor of the castle.
Although Berengar hadn't returned for many years, Vesemir had always kept his room.
And cleaned it regularly.
"Easy, be careful... under his head... someone support his head!"
"I will, okay, I'm holding him."
"Slowly, move slowly... careful of the corner of the stairs."
"Okay, put him on the bed... careful."
"Wait, he's bleeding again under the bandages."
"Damn it, I have a few unused Swallow potions in my bag."
"No, Lambert, go get my bag, the one I brought. I have a Superior White Raffard's Decoction and a Superior White Gull potion there."
Superior White Raffard's Decoction was a potion developed by a famous sorcerer. Compared to Swallow potion, this potion had a better healing effect, immediately stopping bleeding and treating injuries.
But every rose has its thorns. The toxin accumulation of Superior White Raffard's Decoction was also much greater than that of Swallow potion.
And the effect of Superior White Gull potion was to counteract the side effects of Superior White Raffard's Decoction.
After Lambert went out, Lynn and Vesemir began to examine Berengar's injuries.
They found that he had multiple injuries.
But they weren't left by swords or pitchforks.
But by the claws and fangs of monsters.
Although he had performed simple bandaging himself,
firstly, his bandaging technique was very clumsy, and secondly, after such a long journey, bouncing on horseback for so long, the wounds had long since reopened.
Before long, Eskel brought in a basin of hot water.
Lynn and Vesemir helped Berengar disinfect his wounds, cut off the already rotten parts, and then re-bandaged them.
Finally, they fed him the White Raffard's Decoction and White Gull potion that Lambert had brought.
Berengar's breathing finally gradually became calmer.
"He's out of danger now," Vesemir said after checking again. "Let's all go out and let him rest properly alone."
Lynn wiped the blood stains on his hands with a towel and took the initiative to say,
"I'll go get him some water to put on the bedside table, in case he's thirsty when he wakes up."
Vesemir nodded: "Good."
Lynn and Vesemir walked out of the room and saw the dwarves waiting outside the door.
Because they felt they might be in the way if they stayed in the bedroom, they waited outside.
Seeing them come out, Yarpen asked,
"How is he, Lynn? Is your friend better?"
The witcher nodded: "He's much better, thank you for your concern, Yarpen."
"It's nothing, just call us if you need anything," Yarpen scratched the back of his head. "You guys must be tired too, go to sleep, we'll take care of cleaning up the hall."
Since the dwarves had this intention, Lynn didn't say anything more.
It was already so late, and he was indeed a bit tired.
So, after getting water for Berengar, he went straight back to his own room.
The night was very peaceful.
Returning to the Wolf School stronghold, where he could completely relax and have no worries at all, Lynn fell into a baby-like sleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.
...
When he opened his eyes again, sunlight had streamed in, illuminating the entire bedroom.
Lynn changed his clothes and went downstairs, then surprisingly found Geralt helping out in the kitchen.
"When did you get back, White Wolf?"
Hearing Lynn's voice, Geralt turned around.
"Around midnight yesterday, you were all asleep, so I didn't wake you. Lynn, do you know what's going on with those dwarves measuring outside?"
So Lynn explained the matter of hiring dwarves to repair the castle again. "You used all the money we earned this year on this?"
Geralt's eyes widened in disbelief.
Witchers were basically people who couldn't keep money in their hands. They earned money today and spent it today, not caring about tomorrow.
Although they wouldn't spend it all, a large portion of it would go to eating, drinking, and enjoying themselves.
As for revitalizing the witchers...
Most witchers thought: Come on, what does that have to do with a witcher like me earning three thousand a month?
But Lynn?
Didn't go to brothels.
Nor did he engage in large-scale retaliatory spending.
Apart from the necessary expenses such as purchasing potion and alchemical bomb ingredients...
All the money was saved to repay his alma mater.
Damn it, what kind of self-disciplined monster is this?!
Although Lynn's actions made Geralt feel quite ashamed, he still couldn't help but say,
"Lynn, do you think there's still a need to repair this pile of ruins?"
Geralt just said it casually.
But he saw Lynn immediately become nervous.
He quickly glanced around.
Not seeing Vesemir's figure, Lynn finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Geralt, keep your voice down, don't let Vesemir hear you. You know how much this castle means to him."
"Besides, this house is so rotten, aren't you afraid the tiles will fall down and hit us if we don't fix it up?"
Geralt smiled.
"Whose roof doesn't leak? And to specifically hire dwarves to repair the city walls, with just a few of us living here, what's the point?"
It wasn't that Geralt had no feelings for Kaer Morhen.
But...
How should he put it?
In Geralt's... as well as Eskel's and Lambert's opinion, the Wolf School witchers' stronghold wasn't this pile of ruins with a long history.
It was wherever Vesemir was.
It was only because Vesemir had arranged this place to look like a home that they treated it as home.
So the three of them thought that instead of wasting so much money repairing this damn place, it would be better to spend a little money to buy the old man a stylish and beautiful hat...
It would not only make the old man happy but also wouldn't cost so much money.
What's not to like?
Lynn shrugged and said noncommittally, "You might not believe it if I told you, Geralt, but this castle won't be so desolate in the future."
"Hahaha, very funny."
Obviously, Geralt only thought Lynn was joking and didn't take it seriously.
Since Geralt didn't take it seriously, Lynn didn't explain further.
When the time was right, when he should know, Lynn would let him know.
Revitalizing the witchers was a big plan, and it was still only in the initial stages.
There was no need to go around publicizing it with a loudspeaker.
He told Vesemir not only because the old man was the grandmaster of the Wolf School, but also because the other party possessed centuries of wisdom.
And in fact, it was indeed so.
The old witcher was not inflexible or stubborn.
It was just that in another timeline without him, the old witcher was old, and the other disciples he had trained had no possibility of revitalizing the school.
Therefore, Vesemir had no choice but to bury all his thoughts and plans deep in his heart.
(End of this chapter)
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