The Witcher - Uchiha Madara!

Chapter 172 - Decision.

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Third Person POV

Kaer Morhen.

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It was night when the group of three mercenary men with a cart finally arrived at the entrance of Kaer Morhen, stopping in front of the gate with only a few torches in their hands as their vision in the middle of the darkness. They were tired and hungry after walking all day, not to mention the cold that began with the falling temperature. They had to come all the way here like this after the witcher refused to help them, so they decided to press on.

"So, now what? What should we do?" the skinny one asked now that they were there.

"Is there any way to call them or something?" the fat man said. "Or should we just go in?" he suggested at the end.

"You think they have a doorbell or something? Can't you see the gate is closed, you idiot?" the muscular one retorted.

"So are we just going to stand here doing absolutely nothing?" the fat man said.

"No. We still have to call them somehow. I don't want to spend the night in the middle of nowhere."

"And how are we supposed to get in?" the skinny one asked. "Maybe we should climb the place?"

"Oh, and our fat friend here would manage that?" He mocked the fat man, who had suggested it again.

"Maybe we should just leave him here," he suggested.

"What?! No!" he objected.

"Even if we managed, we'd be killed by the witchers. They say they're worse than monsters. Did you see how that one on the road treated us? Never trust a Witcher!" The most muscular one muttered.

He was about to keep talking when a light appeared from inside the gate, making the three men immediately focus in that direction.

A figure emerged holding a torch, walking along the gate corridor until he appeared before them, separating them from that elderly Witcher.

"My friend said you were on the road to here. I didn't think you'd actually show up in the middle of nowhere," Vesemir murmured, looking at the three men.

"Are you the boss here?" they murmured, seeing Vesemir's face, which did not look pleased at all to be attending to them at that hour of the night.

"Say what you want and leave." His voice was dry, reminding them of the witcher they met on the road, only this one was a little younger.

"Well... We're here for a job. We're looking for my nephew. He was kidnapped, and we need to find him," one of the men said.

"Where are you from?" Vesemir asked.

The three exchanged glances for a moment before the muscular one stepped forward.

"We're from a farm south of the capital of Kaedwen. My nephew is very important to me. We need to find him, and we'll pay well for it, 200 gold coins," the man said.

Vesemir knew that kings were paying tens of thousands of coins at the very least for such jobs. Clearly, these men were trying to get rich.

"You came from so far just to look for your nephew? That seems very suspicious," Vesemir did not hide his distrust.

"It's just that he's very important..." They tried to disguise it, but Vesemir was already tired of the act.

"Alright. Just hand over the documents with his appearance and where we should take him if we find him. But I guarantee nothing. After all, we are not human trackers, we only hunt monsters. He could be anywhere on the continent, which must be the reason you traveled to these distant lands," he said calmly, while the men were already sweating, trying to appear natural.