Chapter 221: Shasha
"What is it?"
"Replace the most powerful person in this free city... Do you know who the most powerful person in the city is?"
"The Eternal Fire."
Lynn snapped his fingers.
"Exactly, the Eternal Fire's Security Officer."
"Neither the City Hall nor the major guilds dare to cross him."
"Because he has hundreds of Eternal Fire Temple Guards and Priests at his beck and call."
Dudu, who had been silent and listening, suddenly shivered.
He said with a terrified expression.
"Gods above, that's a first-rate villain. He revels in power like a spider revels in blood."
"People secretly whisper of his various deeds: unexplained disappearances, false accusations, torture, masked assassins, intimidation, extortion, theft, coercion, fraud, and conspiracy."
"Replace him? Wait..."
Dudu suddenly realized.
This didn't seem like such a bad idea.
Novigrad's current discriminatory trend against non-human races was precisely driven by the Eternal Fire.
If they could change the Eternal Fire's Security Officer, they could naturally change the Eternal Fire's approach to non-human races.
Freeing Novigrad from this horrifying "Baptism of Fire."
Provided they succeeded.
Shasha frowned.
He clearly realized the potential consequences and impact if this insane plan actually came to fruition.
They might even be able to change this city.
Transform it into a true "Pearl of the North."
"But how exactly should we do it? That's the Eternal Fire's Security Officer. The only chance ordinary people have to get near him is when their hands are shackled with dimetirium cuffs and they're wearing a straitjacket."
"I'm not underestimating your abilities, it's just..."
Facing a bewildered Shasha, Lynn smiled.
"You don't need to worry about that. Just wait for my good news."
Then, he turned to Dudu.
"I've arranged your friend's job. Now, can you come with me and help release my friend?"
Dudu nodded.
"Then let's go."
As the two reached the door, Shasha's voice suddenly came from behind.
"Witcher, why are you doing this?"
"Because some witchers are just witchers, and some witchers want to see the world burn brightly."
Looking back at Shasha's stunned face, Lynn smiled.
"Nonsense, of course, it's for my own good. If Novigrad's Security Officer is a paranoid fanatic who enjoys roasting people he dislikes on pyres, how can people live and work peacefully in this city?"
"If people start fleeing this city, how am I supposed to make money?"
"Besides, Shasha, you don't want Dudu tied to a pyre and roasted, do you?"
Leaving a thoughtful Shasha behind.
Lynn and Dudu departed.
The two walked towards the City Hall in the city.
Walking on the road, Dudu, in Alfred's form, whispered.
"Thank you, Lynn."
"Thank me for what?" Lynn rubbed the back of his head in confusion.
"You're the first person who, after knowing I'm a doppler, didn't make a fuss... Can I ask you a question?"
"Ask away."
"I don't know if it's my imagination, but the way you talk to me, it's as if we've known each other for a long time, but this is clearly our first meeting."
The doppler's intuition was very sharp.
Perhaps this was why he could make a lot of money in business.
"What if I told you I'm actually a prophet, would you believe me?"
"A prophet? Can you see my future?"
Lynn said with a smile.
"Of course. In the future, you'll make several very good companions. They, like me, won't shun you because of your shapeshifting ability."
"Not only that, you'll also earn a lot, a lot of money, and you'll never again have to live on tree roots or be drenched by the rain."
The two arrived at City Hall.
But they didn't go in.
They were stopped by the security guard at the entrance.
They were told that the staff inside City Hall had already left for the day and they should come back tomorrow.
"Closed?"
Lynn looked up at the large clock on the City Hall tower.
"Damn it, it's only 3 PM and they're already off work?"
Despite his grumbling, Lynn had no choice.
He had to bid farewell to Dudu, agreeing to meet again tomorrow.
Lynn returned to his villa in the Upper Quarter.
Regis opened the door for him.
"Thank goodness, you're finally back! I almost thought something had happened to you all."
"Everyone else is back, right?"
"Everyone's here, just waiting for you two... Oh, where's Geralt? Why isn't he with you?"
"It's a long story... In short, let me in first."
In the living room, Letho's trio and George were playing Gwent of the Peaks in pairs.
Taenseel and Berengar, the two blacksmiths, hit it off immediately.
While Berengar's blacksmithing skills weren't yet on par with Taenseel's, as an Elder Race member, his insight and knowledge far surpassed that of ordinary human blacksmiths.
And Taenseel realized that Berengar was an excellent successor, capable of passing on his craft.
Anyone who has honed their skills to a master level would not want to see their deeply cultivated artistry end with their generation.
Who wouldn't want their disciple to take over their mantle and further their craft?
Meanwhile, Ciri sat in the corner, grimly clutching a thick, hard-covered book larger than her face, titled Common Potion Making – By Libash Pollack.
Kassia was originally in the kitchen, preparing dinner for the group.
Hearing the commotion, she immediately ran out, saying in a soft, sweet voice.
"Sir Lynn!"
The higher vampire next to the witcher said: "When we returned, little Kassia kept asking when you would be back."
Kassia lowered her head, her face flushed.
Lynn patted Kassia's shoulder.
"Preparing dinner for everyone? Go on, I'll help you later."
"Would you all please be quiet? Someone's trying to read!"
On the other side, Ciri, annoyed by the loud Gwent game at the adjacent table, couldn't help but shout.
Lynn glanced at the higher vampire, who wore a knowing smile.
"You're having Ciri read alchemy books? I told you to look after her, not to turn her into a sorceress."
Lynn had previously tested Ciri and found no chaotic magic within her.
She wasn't cut out to be a sorceress.
"No, I'm just having her learn some skills. That way, at least when she grows up, she can still make a living as a herbalist, and at the very least, not starve."
"I've heard that farm girls sent to Melitele's Temple also learn about herbs and nursing there."
"In this terrible era, it's never wrong to have a skill to fall back on."
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