Chapter 36: Sorry, You Fought Well
The dwarf scratched his head and smiled awkwardly.
"Mahakam doesn't often have visitors, so the guest rooms are basically empty all year round. We didn't think carefully and forgot that there were distinguished guests staying there."
Lynn waved his hand: "Forget it, I've been woken up anyway. So, what are they doing?"
"As you can see, they are solving problems with their fists," the dwarf grinned and said, "We dwarves are not like elves, who don't talk about those fancy things, nor are we like humans, who don't have so many tricks."
As he spoke, he waved his fists a few times in the air.
"When we dwarves encounter problems, we like to solve them with our fists. Whoever has the bigger fist, we listen to them."
Lynn smiled slightly: "Then you must get along very well with the Skelligers. They also like to solve problems by fighting."
The dwarf scratched his cheek.
"I've heard about that too, but it's hard to see Skelligers on the mainland. Few captains in Novigrad are willing to go to the Skellige Islands. At least when I went to Novigrad, I didn't meet a captain with such courage."
Although Mahakam was conservative and xenophobic, not all dwarves had never gone out to see the outside world in their lives.
Every dwarf could leave Mahakam after his fiftieth birthday and experience a year in human society.
However, if he didn't return after a year, he would be permanently removed from the clan register.
And Yarpen and other dwarves who stayed at the foot of the Mahakam Mountains were unwilling to go up the mountain because they didn't return within the agreed time.
They were just afraid of causing unnecessary trouble.
"Alas, let's not talk about these old things. Master Witcher, how about showing us your skills?"
The dwarf looked at Lynn with curiosity and expectation.
Lynn originally intended to refuse, but then changed his mind.
"Okay, why not?"
"Okay, then you wait here."
The dwarf ran out in a puff of smoke, stood in front of the crowd, and waved his hands non-stop.
"Everyone stop! Stop! Listen to me first!"
He pointed to Lynn, who was still standing in the crowd: "This master Witcher who has come from afar wants to see our skills. Who wants to be his opponent?"
One of the two dwarves who were still fighting in the field stopped when he heard this.
The other one didn't talk about martial ethics and took the opportunity to hit the latter's face hard with the hammer handle.
The latter was knocked to the ground by his blow.
"The fight is not over yet, Wakanda. We dwarves don't talk about human chivalry."
The knocked-down dwarf was covered in blood.
But unexpectedly, he didn't get up and curse.
Instead, he dropped his weapon and left.
The winning dwarf patted his chest: "Master Witcher, I, Regan, will be your opponent."
"Okay."
Lynn said, and then held his steel sword and prepared to step forward.
But he was stopped by the dwarves.
"Hey, Master Witcher, we are just having a competition, not a death match. Real weapons can easily cause accidents. Let's use blunt training equipment."
"Master Witcher, are you good at using swords, axes, or hammers? We'll get them for you."
So Lynn said politely:
"Then please get me a hand-and-a-half sword."
The weapon Lynn wanted was quickly brought over by other dwarves.
He took the training sword.
He twirled it a few times.
He nodded.
This sword was okay.
Although it wasn't 100% handy.
But after all, this was a hasty matter. How could he find the perfect weapon?
What's more, this was just a competition, not a life-and-death fight.
It was enough.
So he stepped onto the field and faced the dwarf named Regan.
After a moment of confrontation, Regan let out an astonishing roar, stepped forward, and swung his war hammer at Lynn.
He didn't hold back at all.
Even the air was torn apart with a sharp whistling sound.
Although this was just a competition, not a life-and-death fight.
But if he was hit by this blow, he would probably have to lie in bed for a long time.
The onlookers all let out a cry of surprise.
They didn't expect Regan to make such a heavy move as soon as he came up.
However, this fierce attack appeared extremely clear in Lynn's eyes.
Even without drinking the Blizzard potion, the mutations brought by the Trial of the Grasses and the "Full Enhancement" feat enhanced his reaction speed.
Therefore, in Lynn's view, Regan's attack was fierce, but it was also full of flaws.
So he calmly dodged the opponent's attack.
And hit Regan's chest with the hilt of his sword.
Puchi!
A dull thumping sound rang out.
Regan was struck by lightning.
He dropped his weapon, knelt on the ground, and couldn't stand up for a long time.
The onlookers all let out a cry of surprise.
The way they looked at Lynn also had a bit of awe.
Although they also realized that a Witcher who was a monster killer couldn't be incompetent.
But they were still shocked that Lynn could defeat their companion so easily.
Lynn put away his training sword.
He walked over and pulled Regan up from the ground.
"You fought well."
"Cough cough, as expected of Master Witcher, thank you for showing mercy."
Regan, who had recovered, patted the dirt on his body.
There was no trace of jealousy on his face. Instead, he expressed his sincere respect to Lynn before walking away.
The dwarf who spoke to Lynn first was very excited when he saw this scene, as if he had won the victory.
"Is there anyone else who wants to challenge Master Witcher?"
The dwarves who were watching looked at me, I looked at you, and no one moved.
"Let me try."
Until a dwarf with his beard braided into two braids squeezed out of the crowd and stepped forward.
He picked up a blunt axe and spat into his palm: "Let me learn some of Master Witcher's skills."
There was a buzz in the crowd.
"It's Muradin. This is going to be a good show."
"Do you know him? How come I've never heard of his name?"
"Of course you haven't heard of him, because he just finished his experience in human society and just returned to Mahakam not long ago. On his way down the mountain, he once encountered a dozen robbers. He killed them all by himself."
"Damn! So fierce?"
Hearing the exclamations coming from the crowd, Muradin was very pleased.
He had just returned to Mahakam, and the clan had not yet assigned him a job.
If he could defeat the Witcher and make his name known.
The clan might let him start as a guard captain.
That's why Muradin wanted to challenge Lynn.
Of course.
If he lost, there was nothing to be ashamed of.
After all, he lost to a Witcher.
Dwarves respected the strong and didn't think it was a disgrace to lose to the strong.
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