Chapter 154: Say My Name!
Standing at the edge of the forest surrounding Lake Serawe, Massimo still felt like he was dreaming.
He simply couldn't believe it.
In his lifetime, he had truly witnessed the Lady of the Lake with his own eyes.
The goddess was indeed just as the legends described.
Noble, beautiful...
Although thinking this was quite unfair to Her Grace the Duchess, Massimo felt that even the radiant Duchess could not compare to the divine beauty and holiness of the Lady of the Lake.
Meanwhile, Regis quietly asked Geralt, "Geralt, what do you think Lynn will do to persuade that great goddess?"
"I don't know."
Geralt felt increasingly unfamiliar with Lynn.
Earlier, Lynn had said he had a way to save Her Grace the Duchess.
He never expected it would involve seeking help from a truly existing goddess.
Moreover, not only did Lynn actually summon her to appear,
He also seemed to have a way to make her help.
If the devout knew about this, they might well vomit three liters of blood.
But even he, having weathered many storms, couldn't for the life of him figure out what method Lynn could possibly use to make the goddess agree to help.
At the same time, by the shore of Lake Serawe.
"Esteemed Lady, if I can spread your faith throughout Toussaint, and bring more Toussaintois back into your embrace, would you be willing to bestow your Holy Water?"
The Lady of the Lake did not answer immediately.
She was considering Lynn's proposal.
The gods of the West were different from others.
Their power stemmed from the number of their believers.
The more believers they had, the stronger their power became.
Of course, a benevolent deity like the Lady of the Lake would certainly not simply indulge in power.
But no deity would refuse a proposal that benefited them.
Just as no one truly thought they had too much money.
Of course, Lynn wasn't deceiving this deity.
He did have a way to strengthen the Toussaintois' faith in the Lady of the Lake.
The method was actually simple, just like how the charlatan Peregrine spread the faith of Lebioda in Toussaint...
Currently, the entire Duchy of Toussaint knew about Duchess Anna Henrietta's long illness.
And if they knew that Duchess Anna Henrietta's life was saved by a divine miracle bestowed by the Lady of the Lake...
Then, naturally, many people would return to the embrace of the Lady of the Lake.
As Lynn had predicted, even a benevolent deity like the Lady of the Lake could not refuse a beneficial proposal.
"Alright, I agree to your suggestion."
The Lady of the Lake said with a touch of gentleness on her face, "However, my Holy Water cannot be freely given to mortals. Only warriors who pass a test are worthy of this honor and divine gift."
Lynn immediately seized the opportunity.
"I understand. Please, Esteemed Lady, show us the way."
The Lady of the Lake turned her body.
From this angle, the witcher could easily take in the spectacular view of her ample bosom.
"In that direction, there is a vile den called Innsmouth. That village is filled with depraved blasphemers who worship the evil god Dagon."
"The cultists of Innsmouth are protected by the evil god Dagon. Ordinary people cannot even approach them."
"Take this object. It will help you break Dagon's protection over the cultists."
"Once you purify the evil of that place and retrieve their holy artifact,"
"Then return here and call my name."
After standing outside Lake Serawe in the cold wind for a while,
Geralt, Regis, and Massimo finally saw Lynn emerge from the lake's direction.
"It's settled! All we have to do is go to a village called Refuge Village, bring back the corrupted and defiled Holy Grail, and let the great goddess purify it. Then Her Grace the Duchess will be saved!"
Massimo's face was alight with excitement.
"Master Lynn, the great goddess really agreed to help?"
Lynn said as if it were obvious, "Of course, is that even a question? The great goddess promised personally. Do you not believe the great goddess? Or do you not believe me?"
Massimo hastily defended himself, "No, I just... I can barely believe it. Not only did I get to witness the Lady of the Lake with my own eyes, but I'll also get to see the great goddess perform a miracle again, saving Her Grace the Duchess."
Geralt gave him a suspicious look.
"How did you do it? You didn't sell your soul, did you?"
Only those unfamiliar with Geralt would think that mutants were emotionless, cold-blooded creatures.
But once you got to know Geralt, you'd realize that this renowned White Wolf was incredibly emotional.
Not only emotional,
but also sharp-tongued.
In response, Lynn expressionlessly gave Geralt the middle finger.
Several days later.
The group rode their horses to the edge of a mist-shrouded swamp.
"Master Lynn, are the cultists really gathered in there?"
Ever since witnessing the Lady of the Lake, Massimo's attitude towards Lynn had become unusually respectful.
So respectful that even if Lynn told Massimo to strap himself with alchemical bombs and sacrifice himself with the cultists...
The ranger-knight wouldn't even flinch.
Lynn nodded. "Yes, the great goddess pointed us in this direction."
Massimo's expression wasn't good.
"This swamp is notoriously eerie in Toussaint. Some knight brothers once ventured into it to investigate, but they never came out."
"Even Master Artorius advised us to stay as far away from this swamp as possible."
"He warned us that even he might get lost if he entered this swamp."
Artorius Vigo was one of Toussaint's court sorcerers.
He was also Fringilla Vigo's uncle.
If even he felt danger, it went without saying for others.
However, since Lynn said that the goddess's enemies were hidden in this misty swamp, Massimo was prepared.
As long as it was for the Lady of the Lake, for Her Grace the radiant Duchess...
Even sacrificing his life would be worth it.
"That dangerous?" Geralt's face also grew solemn.
He looked at the mist-shrouded swamp in the distance.
Places shrouded in mist usually didn't bode well.
It was either foglets, or something even more troublesome than foglets.
Geralt quickly peeked into his coin pouch.
This was a method Vesemir taught him:
If one absolutely had to enter places where it was easy to get lost, coins were the best choice for marking the way.
Regis, however, still wore the faint smile of a wise man, his astute eyes seemingly seeing through everything.
"Lynn, since the Lady of the Lake guided us here, surely that deity wouldn't send us to our deaths. She must have made ample preparations for us, am I right?"
Upon hearing this, Massimo's spirits lifted.
He looked at Lynn with anticipation.
The latter smiled faintly.
"Lord Regis is right. The great goddess foresaw all of this, so..."
Lynn took a scroll from his runic leather pouch.
He tore open the scroll.
The next moment,
A bright golden radiance burst forth from the scroll, sweeping in all directions.
The mist that had shrouded the swamp instantly dissipated, like butter meeting high heat.
Revealing vast expanses of swamp, and a village with faint lights glowing.
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