Chapter 114: This is Perfect Infiltration
"Huh?"
Contrary to his expectations, there was actually a thick journal inside.
Judging from its appearance, this journal seemed to be quite old.
Moreover, the words on the cover were not the common language currently used on the Continent, but Elder Speech.
Elder Speech was the language used by the Aen Elle elves.
In other words, this journal was not a book left by humans, but by elves.
Unfortunately, Lynn's education at Kaer Morhen did not include bilingualism.
Apart from elves, only sorcerers and scholars still used Elder Speech nowadays.
Most other people couldn't understand even a single word of it.
However, Lynn was not discouraged.
Although he couldn't understand it, he knew people who could.
Wouldn't it be easy enough to ask them to help translate it?
Lynn threw the journal into his magically enchanted pouch as well.
He also wandered around the secret room and the study outside a few times.
Stuffing in some artworks that looked valuable.
Confirming that there was nothing else worth scavenging, he then walked outside.
Lynn pushed open the door.
But he saw the corridor outside the door filled with fully armed soldiers.
"You are surrounded! Drop your weapon and surrender immediately!"
"Where is His Highness?"
Prince Adrian's subordinates were indeed loyal and well-trained.
In such a short time, they had all assembled.
Guards raised with a lot of money were indeed different.
If an ordinary human assassin were here, they might have really fallen.
But Lynn was not human.
He gripped Gwihyr tightly, said nothing, and walked forward.
Lynn's reaction greatly surprised the guards.
Clearly, there was only one opponent.
Surrounded by so many of them, he could still calmly advance.
The guards exchanged glances.
But soon, three guards, unwilling to believe, stepped forward to meet him.
From the perspective of the other guards, they couldn't clearly see how their comrades died.
Because Lynn's figure was completely obscured by the backs of his comrades.
But it all happened almost instantly.
The three guards who rushed up had already fallen down in agony.
Blood spurted out like flowing water, even splashing onto the expensive paintings hanging on both sides of the corridor and onto the ceiling.
The next moment, three more people attacked him.
Lynn continued to step forward.
Gwihyr, swung horizontally, was like lightning, slicing through the first person's throat.
Then he jumped back to create distance, drew his weapon smoothly, and stabbed it into the second person's chest.
It was only at this point that the third person had a chance to get close to Lynn and swing his weapon.
But before his sword could hit Lynn,
Lynn had already grabbed the opponent's arm with his left hand.
Then he twisted it forcefully.
A piercing scream immediately filled the corridor.
The guard's arm, like a twisted dough, was bent into an inverted V shape.
Bones protruded from the torn wound.
It was a gruesome sight.
Lynn used Gwihyr to slit the guard's neck.
The scream finally stopped.
Thick blood soaked into the carpet of the corridor.
Painting the carpet a vivid color.
"Kill—kill them!"
The captain roared hysterically.
Heavy footsteps sounded.
Several more guards rushed up fearlessly.
But the difference in strength between them and Lynn was too great.
Lynn easily turned them into corpses one after another.
After Lynn killed them, another guard wielding a halberd charged at him.
But the thrusting halberd was easily blocked by Lynn.
Next, the opponent's face was unsurprisingly struck by Lynn's Gwihyr.
Lynn strode forward, stepping over blood and corpses. "Archers! Bring me the bow! Shoot him dead!"
Two guards tremblingly raised their bows.
The sound of bowstrings being drawn echoed.
The first arrow hit the wall.
The second arrow also went wide, hitting the ceiling.
"Idiots! Get closer and shoot!"
But the two archers pretended not to hear.
The captain cursed.
He kicked one of the archers away.
Snatching his bow, he nocked an arrow.
Aiming at the target.
Lynn simply swung Gwihyr.
A clear "ding" sound was heard.
The flying arrow struck the sword blade.
Deflected, it flew upwards and only fell down after a long while.
"Protect me! Protect me quickly!"
The captain shouted hoarsely.
But he suddenly discovered with horror.
His subordinates had not followed his orders at all.
Instead, they retreated backward like a receding tide.
The captain didn't even have time to curse.
He was shocked to see that terrifying god of death, his speed like a black meteor.
In the blink of an eye, he had already rushed in front of him.
The captain instinctively raised his weapon to block.
But he only heard a crisp sound.
Gwihyr cleaved through the captain's longsword.
Then, with terrifying momentum, it heavily struck his shoulder.
Almost splitting his entire body in two.
"He killed Kemmend!"
"Charge! Everyone charge!"
"You charge yourself."
The remaining guards finally collapsed.
They wailed and retreated.
Even those who shouted "charge together" screamed and fled after seeing others retreat.
Lynn had no intention of letting them go.
When they chose to flee instead of resist, it became even easier for Lynn to kill them.
He only needed to continuously slash and thrust to harvest one life after another.
The witcher didn't need to use signs.
Because fear had already defeated his enemies before him.
Moreover, due to wearing armor, those soldiers couldn't outrun Lynn at all.
Before they could all escape the manor, they were eventually caught up by the witcher and all killed.
Lynn wiped the blood and fat off Gwihyr on the corpses.
Then he climbed over the wall and quickly disappeared into the vast night.
...
"You succeeded?"
In the small woods outside Draheim Manor.
Triss stared dumbfounded at the returning witcher.
His armor was covered in bloodstains.
"Don't worry, it's not mine," Lynn waved his hand. "Professor Dijkstra won't have to worry anymore."
"How did you do it?" Triss asked in surprise.
Originally, Triss had intended to go with Lynn.
But Lynn refused.
After all, if he was alone, his witcher identity would be easier to conceal.
But if Triss was added...
The situation would be completely different.
If a sorceress participated in the assassination of a noble, the Brotherhood of Sorcerers would definitely intervene.
Because one of the reasons for the existence of the Brotherhood of Sorcerers was to not tolerate the existence of wild sorcerers who did not obey their management.
Besides, Lynn was confident that he could manage even without Triss's help.
"It's nothing, I just did something insignificant," the witcher said very modestly.
(End of this chapter)
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