The Witcher: Make the Witcher Great Again

Chapter 147: Kill Them, Kill Them All!

Trial by combat was Toussaint's method for resolving disputes and settling disagreements.

The two parties would engage in a fight to the death, and no one was allowed to intervene.

The one who survived would win the trial.

Philibert preferred a trial by combat, where only one person could live, rather than allow them to search inside.

At this point, everyone could pretty much conclude that Philibert was one hundred percent guilty.

But trial by combat in Toussaint was as sacred as fine wine.

Once proposed, it could not be refused, and no one else was allowed to interfere.

Massimo was silent for a moment, then agreed, "Alright, if you insist..."

Both sides stepped back, leaving enough room for the duel.

Philibert drew his longsword and took the shield handed to him by a bandit disguised as a squire.

Massimo did the same.

They approached each other until they could clearly see each other's faces.

"I'm going to kill you! Massimo, you shameless scoundrel! You ungrateful bastard! I'll show you what happens when you cross me! You'll regret this!"

Compared to Philibert's torrent of foul language, Massimo was much more silent.

As if hearing a starting gun, both men lunged at each other fiercely, like wild beasts.

Their blades clashed violently, then separated, only to clash again, and separate once more.

No one could count how many rounds they fought.

Only the dazzling sparks flying from their colliding blades were visible.

But in the end, Massimo won.

He once again blocked Philibert's attack.

Then, taking advantage of Philibert's numb arm and inability to parry, he knocked Philibert's sword away.

And a finger, which flew off with a spray of blood.

Massimo delivered a powerful kick to Philibert's exposed stomach.

Sending him sprawling to the ground.

Philibert instinctively tried to get up.

But the blade of the longsword he held was firmly pinned down by an iron boot.

"Kill me," even at this moment, Philibert remained defiant, "If you have the guts, kill me."

"You lost, Philibert. I won't kill you. For the sake of your father who once took me and my family in, I will spare your life."

"But you are no longer a knight. You have lost your honor and should not remain in Toussaint. Leave, and never return."

With that, Massimo moved his foot and stepped back a few paces.

In his opinion, the battle was decided.

However, Philibert roared like a maddened beast, "Kill them! Kill them all!"

A row of bandits rose from behind the courtyard wall, each holding a crossbow.

"Take cover!"

Damien's furious shout arrived almost simultaneously with the arrows.

The sound of crossbow strings loosening and bolts slicing through the night sky was chilling.

The neighing of horses, screams, and the thud of bolts hitting shields and piercing armor mingled together.

The ranger-knights and their armed squires reacted quickly.

They managed to protect themselves with their shields in time.

But three soldiers of the Ducal Guard were wounded in that volley of arrows.

Philibert laughed maniacally.

But his wild laughter lasted only a few seconds.

Because the volley of crossbow bolts stopped after just one round.

Philibert turned his head, surprised and confused, then he saw with shock that his bandit subordinates were being rapidly slaughtered.

Arrows, one after another, shot from the deep darkness of the night, accurately hitting the bandits.

Some bandits tried to retaliate in the direction the arrows came from.

But trembling hands could hardly guarantee much accuracy.

And immediately, a fierce silver flash would retaliate, pinning the bandit to the wall.

When more than half of the bandits were shot dead by arrows from the darkness, without even seeing the true faces of their enemies,

The remaining bandits finally broke, threw down their crossbows, climbed over the courtyard wall, and ran towards the Ducal Guard and the ranger-knights, surrendering to them.

"Bastard!"

Philibert, finally realizing that all was lost, quickly mounted his horse and galloped desperately.

But he hadn't managed to ride far.

A silver flash shot from inside the estate.

Exploding his chest.

Philibert didn't even utter a sound. He flew off his horse like a large rag doll, crashing heavily to the ground with a thud.

On the watchtower within the vineyard, Lynn, holding a Kovir longbow, confirmed that there were no more resisting enemies before lowering his bow.

After killing Philibert and his bandits, the group entered the vineyard and finally found the missing people in the wine cellar.

They were cold and hungry, with marks of torture on their bodies.

The soldiers led them out of the cellar and found blankets and food in the estate, distributing them.

Captain Damien also sent a few soldiers back to the pass immediately to retrieve some wagons.

In their weakened state, these people would likely be unable to walk.

The others thoroughly searched the entire estate.

Finally, in a secret room, they discovered a diary.

It recorded Philibert's reasons for his actions.

It turned out that the many missing persons cases in the Duchy during this period were indeed his doing.

He had been kidnapping these people to sell them as slaves in the Nilfgaardian Empire.

He was not instigated by anyone.

Because slavery already existed in Nilfgaard.

As long as the slaves were delivered, Nilfgaardian nobles and merchants wouldn't ask a single question.

As for why he did it,

It was because of a noblewoman named Lucianna.

Philibert was madly infatuated with her.

To pursue her and win her affection, Philibert spent all his money.

This forced him to resort to earning money by selling slaves.

"To the radiant Duchess, to our victory, to the witchers..."

"Cheers!"

Led by Palmarin,

The ranger-knights, armed squires, and soldiers of the Ducal Guard cheered in unison, raising their cups to the two witchers.

This was already several rounds of toasts.

But no one present was overly concerned.

It had been a short and swift victory.

Before they even charged into the Castel Ravello estate, the battle was already over.

However, of the three soldiers hit by the bandits' crossbow bolts, only one survived.

One died on the spot, and another breathed his last on the way back to the pass.

It was precisely for this reason that such a grand celebration was in order.

It was also a tribute to the bravely fallen soldiers.

Everyone was grateful to the witchers.

Everyone knew.

Without the witchers, their casualties would definitely not have been limited to just three.

In this boisterous atmosphere, Milton suddenly approached Lynn and whispered in his ear, "Master Lynn, could we step aside for a moment to talk?"

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