Falsifying history is good business

Chapter 107 Chapter Subsequent arrangements and small talk (transition chapter)

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"A qualified commander will not allow outsiders to act with his own army." Milva answered Lin You's question with a simple sentence.

Yes, even if the witchers defected to the Nilfgaard Empire, it would be impossible for them to gain trust in just a few days; if they allowed witchers who were capable of confronting a regular army squad to mix in with the army, who knew who the other side would kill when they drew their swords.

Even if they are credible, it is not certain whether the temporary joining of the guerrillas without coordinated drills will mostly cause trouble or provide assistance when the war breaks out.

"So, the best way to use demon hunters is to let them stay on the periphery and use their relatively higher mobility to kill any fish that may have escaped." The female archer looked around, but unfortunately it was dark at night and she could not see anything except the shadows of the layers of grass and trees.

"Then don't worry about them, let's deal with internal affairs first." Lin You waved his hand and called out Dandelion who was hiding in the back of the carriage.

Mr. Poet walked tremblingly; the scene of a bunch of Nilfgaardian elites being hung like roast ducks in the fireplace and then smashed into deflated cans was really a test of his heart. When he approached, he couldn't help but look at these unfortunate guys to see if they were really unconscious; especially lingering for a few seconds on the waist and hip curve of Fringilla Vigo outlined by her dress.

"I'm giving you a chance now, Mr. Dandelion." Lin You said generously, "Because of the change in the situation, you are no longer needed to continue the performance; in other words, you can leave."

The poet was stunned, unable to suppress his ecstasy: "You mean, I can leave and don't have to accompany you to the City of Golden Tower?"

"Yes, from now on, you are completely and utterly free." Lin You waved his hand, "Tomorrow morning, or tonight if you are in a hurry, you can leave this team at any time and leave on your own."

"You...are you telling the truth?"

"Of course. What are you doubting?" The Earl showed a sincere and frank demeanor of an aristocrat. "No matter what I want to do, do you think I need to deceive you?"

Dandelion waved his hands and said cheerfully, "Of course not. You are a noble earl. How could you use deception? Never! I think I am used to walking at night. I have performed at night more than once and then rushed to the next place at night."

Lin You was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, so he waved his hand casually and sent the poet away. Dandelion retreated while flattering: "No problem; I wish you all the best, I mean, I wish you all the best. You don't have to see me off, I can do it alone..."

The poet was not only eloquent, but also walked quickly. His voice was still ringing in everyone's ears. He had already left the range of the campfire and was almost disappearing into the darkness.

After confirming that no one was trying to stop him and Lin You had no regrets or intentions in making fun of him, the bard's originally endless voice suddenly stopped; the next moment, he almost jumped away into the night.

The footsteps stepped on the grass and bushes, making a "swishing" sound, and they went farther and farther away.

Lin You said to Milva, "You can leave too, ma'am. Go back to Brochilon and tell Madam Esna that if my actions in the Golden Tower City do not achieve the desired results, I will have to return to the north and wait for the next opportunity. I guess that will be when the war in the north breaks out."

Unexpectedly, the female archer flatly refused. She shook her head and said, "The mission given to me by Ms. Esna is to follow you and provide you with all the help. Maybe I don't have the ability to help you, but I will not leave until things have a result, because that is inconsistent with the order I received. Unless you think my presence will hinder you, Your Excellency the Count."

"That's up to you." Lin You said nothing, and turned to look at Master Mirror who had been sitting leisurely beside him, "Mr. O'Dimm, you must go to the Golden Tower City with us. Whether you just want to watch the fun or try to sabotage it, you have to be there, right?"

"Why is it either watching or destroying? Can't I just go to help you?" the devil asked back with a smile.

"Take the initiative to help others... Do you believe this?" "To be honest, I have never asked myself this question."

"Then don't ask. Given the nature of the devil, your answer is either a paradox or self-deception."

"Oh, philosophy, it's an interesting subject. I occasionally use it to kill time when I'm bored."

While they were chatting nonsense, they suddenly heard a chaotic "pu cha cha" sound; everyone turned their heads and saw Dandelion holding the lute, walking back step by step.

"Why are you back again, Mr. Dandelion? Did you leave something behind?" Lin You couldn't help but be curious.

The poet pursed his lips nervously, looking embarrassed. “Mr. Earl, you… I remember that you discussed fate and gods with Mr. O’Dimm before?”

"Yes."

"So, those words...are they true?"

"What were those words? I remember saying a lot of them, some of which were absolutely true, but some of which were not to be taken seriously."

Dandelion said hurriedly: "It means that you have the possibility to change your destiny, and you can turn yourself into the god of destiny, and... and..."

"Also, one of us is actually a devil, right?" Lin You took over the conversation and asked on behalf of the poet.

Dandelion nodded repeatedly, like a chicken pecking at rice.

"I can't explain the topic of fate to you clearly, but one thing is certain, this Mr. Gaunt O'Dimm is indeed a demon." Lin You paused and added, "Although he is not a demon that is so omnipotent... To be honest, this is the first time I have seen a contract that can make a demon give up on its own initiative."

It is rare to find a strange thing that can make demons roll their eyes. Thinking back to this incident, O'Dimm simply turned his head away, not wanting to see the bard's face.

"If that's the case, then... then I've decided to follow you to the City of Golden Tower." Dandelion was different from the devil. He didn't care about being teased and put forward his own request.

Now it was Lin You's turn to be confused: "Why? This trip was a life-or-death experience for you. Although all the people sent by the emperor to hunt us down are lying here, many local sheriffs and spies know you and know that you are the author and performer of the defamatory poem."

"That's why I have to go with you!" Dandelion said with a sad face, "If I leave alone now, I will probably be caught by officials or spies and get a bounty before I can get out of Medina. It's better for me to follow you. At least I will be safe until we reach the City of Golden Tower."

"Heh..." Lin You smiled, "Mr. Poet, I find you are quite clever sometimes."

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