Chapter 121: Monster Slaughtered

Chapter 121: Monster Slaughtered

Lynn only hesitated for less than a second before making his choice.

He first took a few steps back.

Then, in one breath, he leaped off the gunwale.

Landing on the head of the octopus-like monster, which even after grabbing one person, was unwilling to let go of more delicious corpses falling into the water.

This beast was astonishingly large; an ordinary octopus could never grow this big.

Even in a magical world.

Because the Pontar River, no matter how large, couldn't accommodate such a huge octopus.

However, Lynn was not a scholar from Oxenfurt Academy, nor a monster enthusiast like Dorregaray.

The witcher needed no words to slow his actions.

He merely silently drew his mastercrafted silver sword and, before the octopus-like monster could swing its tentacles to swat him away, stabbed it into the monster's head.

The intense pain stimulated all of the octopus-like monster's tentacles, causing them to twitch as if electrocuted, thrashing the river surface.

Lynn gripped the hilt of the mastercrafted silver sword tightly with both hands.

He twisted it forcefully, then slashed.

More blood spread underwater, dyeing the river red.

Thump!

A thick tentacle, carrying terrifying force, swept across.

It slammed heavily into the witcher's body.

Lynn was fine.

But the mastercrafted Quen shield that had appeared around him shattered into pieces under this blow.

From this, one could imagine the terrifying fate of an ordinary person hit by this.

Lynn stomped hard on the octopus-like monster's head, using the force to pull out his mastercrafted silver sword, while simultaneously shoving a Superior Dragon's Dream bomb into the wound.

He held his breath and plunged into the water.

Then he snapped his fingers.

The Igni sign ignited the fuse of the Superior Dragon's Dream bomb.

The head of the octopus-like monster, which had been so arrogant just moments ago, exploded like a watermelon.

All the tentacles that had been thrashing wildly in the water instantly stiffened.

Finally, the octopus-like monster's body began to sink slowly.

...

Lothar didn't know what had happened.

After being dragged underwater, he had been struggling desperately.

But underwater, he couldn't breathe, could only hold his breath, and the strength of his struggles became weaker and weaker.

Just when he was about to give up,

the tentacle that had been wrapped around his waist suddenly loosened.

Then he felt a hand lifting him towards the surface.

His eyes were tightly closed.

He tried to open them.

But he just couldn't.

He was carried in a certain direction, then a rope was tied around his waist.

The next moment.

An upward pulling force lifted him out of the water.

Then came the force of many hands.

He was pulled over the gunwale and fell onto the deck.

His body was covered in river water, mud, weeds, and blood.

It was only at this point that he was finally able to barely open his eyes.

He saw the sailors gathered around him.

And the young witcher who had saved his life.

...

Not long after the octopus-like monster appeared, the pirates besieging the barge fled in panic, like rats seeing a cat.

The surviving survivors were finally able to catch their breath.

The less injured sailors, after hastily bandaging their wounds, quickly steered the barge away from this area before the pirates returned.

The more seriously injured sailors, along with their captain, Lothar, were carried into the cabin.

Lothar's condition was not optimistic.

When the octopus-like monster constricted his waist with its tentacles, the suckers on the tentacles tore numerous shocking wounds on his waist.

Even after applying wound medicine and wrapping bandages, blood still seeped out.

More seriously, Lothar had a brief moment of consciousness after being rescued onto the deck, but since then, he had fallen into a coma with a high fever.

There was no physician or sorcerer on the barge. They would only be able to find someone to treat their captain when they reached Flotsam.

But where they were now, it would take at least half a day to reach Flotsam at the fastest.

And Lothar obviously couldn't wait that long.

In the end, Lynn had no choice but to take a chance and feed Lothar a bottle of Superior Swallow potion.

Swallow potion was the mildest of all witcher potions.

And the toxicity of Superior Swallow potion was even further reduced compared to ordinary Swallow potion.

But even so, it could still be fatal.

However, Lothar was lucky.

The side effects of the potion did not manifest in him.

He actually survived.

It was just that after the previous battle, the number of sailors had been severely reduced, and their war-weariness was extremely high, so it was obviously impossible to complete this voyage.

Therefore, Lothar decided to send all the passengers to Flotsam and refund the extra fare he had charged them.

As a transfer station on the Pontar River, they could easily find captains willing to take them further in Flotsam.

As for the fare for Lynn and his dwarven companions, Lothar refunded it in full.

He personally added some more gold coins to the refunded fare.

As a token of gratitude for the witcher's life-saving grace and the dwarves' brave fight on the boat.

...

More than half a day later.

Evening.

"I hate forests, and bugs."

Percival muttered, swatting a mosquito that was sucking blood on his nose.

This caused the dwarves next to him to laugh heartily.

Compared to them, the surviving sailors couldn't laugh at all.

Because Flotsam was located in the middle of a dense forest.

The barge sailing on the Pontar River in the forest was like traveling inside a giant monster.

The lush forests on both sides could at any moment shoot out arrows filled with the hatred of elves.

It was precisely because of this that the sailors were nervous and uneasy.

However, such a thing did not happen in the end.

The barge slowly docked beside a pier.

The sailors placed a thick wooden plank between the gunwale and the pier.

They helped the wounded disembark, including Lothar, who was wrapped in thick bandages, his face pale and bloodless.

After they had all disembarked, it was the passengers' turn to walk behind.

Looking at the towering trees surrounding them, most of the passengers showed fearful expressions.

Accustomed to living in towns and villages, they found it hard to imagine how humans could live in this forest.

Flotsam was not far from the pier.

The guards had spotted them a long time ago.

Because the Scoia'tael of this era were not as rampant and frequent as the later Squirrels, people's hostility towards non-humans was not so deep.

After checking everyone's identities, the guards let them pass.

Even the dwarves were not harassed.

Yarpen, Zoltan, and the other dwarves clamored to go to the tavern for a round of drinks first.

As for Lynn, he went to find the mayor of Flotsam alone.

Because he had heard from one of the passengers that

the mayor of Flotsam had offered a high bounty for the octopus-like monster and the pirates that threatened the Pontar River.

As a result, when he sat in the mayor's office, he realized that the passenger must have had some misunderstanding about the word "high."

The total of the two bounties was only one thousand orens.

In other words, if he only killed the octopus-like monster, or only drove away the pirates...

Then it would only be five hundred orens.

Less than a hundred crowns.

It was really pitifully little.

Lynn took out five hundred orens and gave this reward for driving away the pirates to Lothar and his sailors, as well as Yarpen and the dwarves.

He himself only took the five hundred orens for killing the octopus-like monster.

(End of this chapter)

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