The Witcher: Make the Witcher Great Again

Chapter 151: Falling Leaves Bring a Message from the Viper School

Upon stepping into Toussaint's borders, travelers from the Northern Realms immediately felt as if they had entered a fairy tale.

Harsh weather simply didn't exist in Toussaint; even winter was clear and cloudless.

Only gentle breezes caressed the skin, and bitter cold winds were unknown.

The word "hunger" lost its meaning here,

as the forests and groves of this land were laden with abundant, juicy fruits all year round.

Loneliness vanished, for everyone in the Duchy treated travelers as long-lost friends.

In this wondrous land, there was no stagnant pool of boredom, dullness, or unease.

Toussaint's fine wines flowed like rivers, music never ceased, and the air was always filled with birdsong and the graceful dances of enchanting ladies.

When a handsome knight called, a maiden would never withhold her charm.

The Duchy's capital, Beauclair, was an architectural marvel, brimming with magnificent and beautiful elven monuments:

Delicate spires, intricately carved bas-reliefs, and mysterious ruins.

Only the rare black-and-sun emblem, an odd golden and black contrast on the pristine buildings, reminded one that this vibrant fairy tale land was actually a Nilfgaardian vassal state.

— Excerpt from "Toussaint: The Duchy Sprung from a Fantasy Tale"

"Is this Beauclair?"

Lynn, Geralt, Regis, and Massimo rode leisurely along the cobblestone streets of Beauclair, soaking in the city's bustling and vibrant atmosphere.

Passersby didn't give them strange looks; the comfort and experience here were vastly superior to the North.

Combined with Toussaint's pleasant climate...

Lynn sighed with emotion.

"If I didn't have so many other things to do, I'd really consider settling here."

Massimo, riding beside him, said, "If the two masters cure Her Grace the Duchess, and you make such a request, I'm sure Her Grace would grant your wish."

Lynn nodded.

His gaze then fell upon a beautifully decorated tailor shop by the roadside.

"Hold on a moment."

He dismounted and entered the shop.

A shop assistant, seeing a customer, quickly came forward.

But upon noticing Lynn's eyes, which were unlike those of normal people, they were visibly startled.

However, in Toussaint, no one spread rumors or slandered witchers, and Lynn also exuded the aura of a young nobleman...

The assistant quickly regained their professional smile.

"Esteemed sir, how may I help you?"

Lynn first scanned the samples in the shop before slowly speaking.

"I need a set of short cloak, a tunic, breeches, boots, and a few sets of your most popular formal gowns. All of them should be made with your best fabric. The person isn't here, but I have the measurements. Can you make them?"

The assistant smiled and said, "Of course, our tailors here are among the best in Beauclair."

"Good. How long will it take?"

"Just pay a deposit, and then you can pick them up in a week with the remaining payment."

Lynn nodded.

After paying the deposit, he left the tailor shop.

These clothes were specifically chosen for Triss.

After all, he was always receiving care from the sorceress; it was only right to give something in return.

As for jewelry, he was sure Triss already had a mountain of it.

Unless it was particularly rare, like the Heart of Toussaint, it would be better not to give any at all.

But clothes were different.

The styles of clothes in Toussaint were distinct from those in the North, which would surely bring the sorceress more delight.

Next, the group made no further stops, heading directly to the palace in Beauclair.

After stating their purpose to the palace guards, they were led to the entrance of the audience chamber.

"Please wait here. I will go in and inform Lord Raymonde."

The group did not wait long outside the door before the palace guard emerged with the Regent's command.

"Sir Massimo, please wait outside. Lord Raymonde has only summoned the two witchers and the barber-surgeon."

Lynn, Geralt, and Regis temporarily bid farewell to Massimo and followed the palace guard into the audience chamber.

Regent Count Raymonde was portly, with a bloated face.

The first impression this nobleman, who now held great power in Toussaint, gave was much like a porcupine dressed in fine silks.

"Ha, witchers from the North. You don't look quite like what I've heard. You don't have an extra head compared to ordinary people, nor do you have green faces and fangs."

Lynn responded neither subserviently nor arrogantly, "In my homeland, an emperor once said—'What is heard is opinion, not fact.'"

"Well said, witcher," Count Raymonde shifted his gaze to Regis, "As for you, Master Physician, could you tell me about your past medical experiences?"

The higher vampire was as polite as ever.

"That might take three days and three nights, and you would fall asleep before half an hour passed, as my usual patients are common folk. It's my first honor to serve nobility."

"Hmm," Count Raymonde mused, "Frankly, I don't see anything special about you, but since Sir Massimo recommended you, I'll let you take a look. Someone, escort them to Her Grace the Duchess's sickroom."

Duchess Anna Henrietta's sickroom was resplendent.

Any single decorative art piece in here, if sold outside, would be enough to support a common family's food and expenses for several years.

In the center of the room, by the lavishly adorned velvet bed, a short-haired sorceress in black was carefully using magic to sustain the life of a noblewoman in her forties.

She noticed someone entering, and after recognizing them, she raised an eyebrow. "Witchers again, and two this time."

Lynn sharply caught the keyword in her remark.

"Madam, what do you mean by 'again'?"

"Exactly what it means," the sorceress's gaze swept over the witcher medallions on Lynn's and Geralt's chests. "However, your medallions are not the same design as that other witcher's. It seems you're not from the same school."

"Madam, do you know his name or what school he's from?"

"No, he was quite rude. He didn't introduce himself, just like you two now."

Lynn bowed. "That is indeed impolite. I am Lynn, and this is my Wolf School brother, Geralt of Rivia. This gentleman here is also our friend, Emiel Regis."

Geralt and Regis also bowed.

The sorceress returned the bow. "I am Fringilla Vigo, court sorceress of Toussaint."

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