Beast Slayer Online: Initialization
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Chapter 76: A Monster Behind The Curtains
After confirming their next target, Lannor rose to leave.
“I’m leaving Aretuza tonight.”
Margarita looked up sharply. “That soon? You’re not even going to turn those fifteen hundred Orens into as much strength as possible? Money can be earned again. You only get one life, Lannor. You understand what kind of people you’re about to face, don’t you?”
The blonde sorceress held his cat eyes with an unusually serious stare.
“Vizima is Temeria’s capital. Throw a lump of mud in the street there and you’ll probably hit some terrifying noble or royal official. Commoners may seem to live in the same city as those people, but once power starts moving, ordinary folk are no sturdier than ants beneath a boot.”
“Anyone capable of pouring resources into the wasteland of Velen, maintaining armed gangs, building secret ports and networks of watch posts, knows how much coin that costs? Even in Vizima, people like that belong to the worst class of powerful men.”
She spoke earnestly, but Lannor merely smiled and nodded while listening.
Clearly unconvinced.
“Everything you’re saying is true, Rita,” he said quietly. “But you know why I’m going to kill those bastards, don’t you?”
The smile on his face made Margarita falter.
Once again, the night at the camp surfaced in her mind. The witcher standing with his back against her cage, battered and surrounded. Not for money. Not for glory. Not for fame.
He had simply seen something rotten in the world and decided it needed killing.
And so, even after being smashed aside by warhammers, coughing blood into the sand, even after forcing poison beyond his body’s limits, he had kept fighting.
A man like that, once he decided on something, stopped only at death.
Margarita bit down on her full lower lip and said nothing for a long while.
“ ... I understand now.” Her voice finally softened. “You’re not trying to save money for yourself. You’re not that kind of person. Which means the strength these coins can buy you has already reached its limit.”
She sighed, then reached into the spatial satchel behind her wheelchair and produced a crystal prism.
“This is a ... forget it, the magical terminology would be wasted on you. Think of it as a long-distance communication device. Like letters, except instead of carrying words, it carries voices...”
She slowed her explanation deliberately, trying to make it simpler. In her mind, witchers rarely possessed much formal education.
But the moment she said “communication device,” Lannor’s expression cleared with immediate understanding.
“What’s the transmission radius? Any delay? How’s it recharged? And the sound quality?”
The rapid-fire questions stunned Margarita into silence long enough for him to casually take the crystal from her hand.
“You understand this?”
The look in her eyes made Lannor feel as though she had previously classified him somewhere between a Nekker and a particularly cooperative mule.
Then her astonishment turned into delight.
A handsome, vigorous witcher with an agile mind capable of keeping pace with sorcerers.
A rare creature indeed.
“I possess the matching crystal,” she explained quickly. “Even in Vizima, we’ll be able to stay in contact. Recharging requires a sorcerer, but don’t worry. The moment you arrive in Vizima, two friends of mine stationed there will sense the crystal. They’ll recharge it for you and offer whatever assistance they can.”
“Two friends?”
“Triss Merigold and Keira Metz. Sorceress advisers assigned to King Foltest. Both graduates of Aretuza. They can be trusted.”
Margarita’s gaze sharpened again.
“If your enemies prove too strong, you come back here. You and I live far longer than ordinary people, Lannor. Debts can be collected at any point across a long life. That’s how immortals should think. Do you understand?”
The young witcher smiled faintly, slipped the crystal into his coat, and turned toward the door.