Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1383 1355. Xili’s letter

"Geralt."

Lan En followed Berengar into his small office built inside the blacksmith factory. As he walked, he greeted acquaintances sitting in the office.

"Of course it's you, Geralt." Lan En repeated his name with a meaningful and teasing smile on his face. "Besides you, which other demon hunter has such a complicated character?"

This old friend still has sickly milky white hair styled into a ponytail and tied back by a hairband.

There was no change on his face. After all, such a short period of time is nothing compared to a demon hunter's lifespan.

I just don’t know if he was injured or scarred while working during this period.

The scars are the most prominent signs of changes in a witcher's body over time.

Who knows what the wounds left in the struggle with strange monsters will be like.

Fortunately, Lan En took a closer look at Geralt and found that he only had a shallow horizontal scar near his eyebrow bone, which looked very dangerous.

He is currently wearing high-level armor from the Wolf School, and the blueprints were collected one after another from the ruins near Kaer Morhen last time.

Hard leather jacket and breeches, underneath the jacket is a dense layer of mixed mail and cloth armor. The wide and thick cooked dragon leather straps are slung over the armor's shoulders, providing many hanging points for props and providing additional protection.

I hunted the materials myself, and bought them with money if I couldn't scrape together enough. I folded them in half by hand, so Geralt could wear them like this.

After Lan En took off his hood, Geralt subconsciously relaxed and moved the hand holding several pieces of paper from his back to the front.

"Another trip to another world? Good boy."

He smiled in his unique husky voice and walked closer to Lan En.

Needless to say, the two of them hugged each other tacitly, patted each other on the back and said hello.

Berengar closed the office door at this time, which at least silenced the tinkling sound of iron coming from outside.

The three of them sat down again.

"Why did you come to Gos Velen?" Lan En sat on a bench and asked Geralt with interest, "Ciri is not here in Kaer Morhen, I thought you should start looking for work everywhere. Do it, White Wolf.”

His armor-clad body was no longer the size of an ordinary person's, so he couldn't squeeze into the chairs here, so he simply found a bench to sit on.

Among the three people, he was the only one sitting on the bench.

The employment contracts that Berengar and Lann issued to the demon hunters of the Wolf School in Gos Velen were actually taking care of them in a sense.

After all, a group of them had to raise a child in Kaer Morhen at that time.

But now, Lan En and Berengar don't care. Anyway, demon hunters are indeed needed here for security work.

However, the Wolf School educated by Vesemir no longer wants to trouble others or take advantage.

Lan En and Berengar also knew this, so they called for Gede instead of calling for the demon hunters from the Wolf School to replace them.

Self-esteem.

This kind of thing is already very rare in the demon hunter group, but it is extremely common in the Wolf School.

It can only be said that no matter how much Lambert dislikes it, Vesemir has profoundly affected the three of them.

"I am indeed looking for work." Geralt took the glass of Temerian rye from Berengar and said in a low and hoarse voice.

"On the way to Gos Velen, I also killed a fork-tailed dragon that was blocking the road."

"There were businessmen and troops on that road, and they were all anxious to leave. I even took the opportunity to add some extra money."

Geralt said with a calm smile.

"Then you used the money to go to Gos Velen to find a night demon to sleep with?"

As soon as Geralt finished speaking, Lan En next to him sighed, causing the white-haired old demon hunter's face to suddenly stiffen.

Scatter all the rye in the glass in your hand.

"What? No, me"

Before Geralt finished speaking in defense, Berengar across the table was casually wiping a few documents that had been sprinkled with hops while speaking without raising his head.

"White Wolf, there are three demon hunters in this room now."

Raising his head, the veteran of the Wolf School glanced at Geralt speechlessly with his cat eyes.

"You have just shaved your sideburns on both sides, and the workmanship is pretty good. There are no broken hairs on your body, and your clothes still smell of the moisture from the public bathroom. You took a shower after your haircut."

"The underground bathhouse of Yinlu Tavern, right?"

As soon as Berengar finished speaking, Lan En took over with a smile.

"There are hoof prints on the boots, or on the calf on the side." He stretched out his foot and lightly kicked Geralt's boots. "You couldn't have been trampled by a cow while lying on the floor in the bathhouse, right?"

The young demon hunter said firmly: "It can only be that when I was taking off my clothes, I kicked my boots on the ground in a hurry, and was stepped on by the Night Demon."

"I can still smell that makeup and sulfur smell on you."

Night devils also use cosmetics, and because they have so many obsessed bed partners, the cosmetics they often use are very expensive.

On the other hand, female night demons are still creatures that came from another world when the heavens and the earth met. Men who sleep with them will smell of sulfur.

The smell is difficult to wash off and penetrates deeply into the skin. And as the number of times I sleep with the Night Demon increases, it will become thicker and deeper.

Of the three witchers in the room, who still doesn’t recognize the features?

"Okay." Geralt opened his mouth, "That Night Stalker is really great. And she didn't ask for money."

"Don't want money?"

Berengar's hand that was pouring wine into Lan En's glass paused in surprise.

"She said, 'I want to taste the lust of the rumored demon hunter with extremely strong hormones.' She also said, 'Sleeping with a monster slayer might be very exciting,' so she didn't want any money."

Geralt shrugged while holding the wine glass.

"This female night devil is so courageous. She dares to come to the demon hunter for excitement." Berengar shook his head and handed the glass filled with wine to Lan En. "If you meet someone from the Bear School, you might be killed on the spot. I want to chop my head off."

"Bang bang." Lan En tapped his fingers on the table and complained wordlessly, "Hey, the Bear School is here to listen. When I kill intelligent creatures, I know how to use my skills, okay!"

"It's different, let's talk about it elsewhere." Berengar finally poured himself a glass of Temerian rye, sat on the chair and waved his hands.

The oldest witcher present muttered to himself.

Although he now goes to the Yinlu Tavern every two or three days to find a call girl, old people like Night Demon still don't adapt to the rhythm of 'young people'.

He still felt from the bottom of his heart that it was a monster. This was the trend of his era, and it has now become deeply rooted in his bones.

So after muttering for a long time, Berengar was still not prepared to take care of this female night devil's excitement-seeking mentality. It was better to be a human or a half-elf.

On the other side, Geralt turned to look at Lan, who was sitting on the stool, as if he was about to crush the stool.

He raised the wine glass in his hand: "What new things did you see when you went to another world this time?"

There was a smile on his old and calm face with several scars, just like a normal, relaxed chat between friends.

But Lan En just held the wine glass, tilted his head and looked at him, and did not start chatting immediately.

It wasn't until Geralt's face stiffened and his eyes lowered that the young man spoke.

"Do you really want to know what new things I encountered?" Lan En asked, taking a sip from his wine glass.

But before Geralt could answer, he gave his own answer.

"No, you don't care about these things, Bai Lang. Your mind is not here. I can see at a glance that you are changing the subject."

Geralt remained silent, and Berengar also turned his attention.

"If something happens, you should just say it. Why are you always holding it back?"

Lan En put the wine glass in his hand on Berengar's desk, stretched out his hand towards his old friend and shook it.

"Take it out." Lan En urged, "Let me see who wrote you a letter that made your famous White Wolf uneasy?"

Geralt was always dull at first, but then he handed over the letter in the bag to the young man's hand that was getting closer and closer.

The letter paper and envelopes were stacked together. The paper felt a little rough to the touch. Geralt must have read it many times.

Lan En took it in his hand and unfolded it. He saw that the handwriting was crooked and a bit unfamiliar, but he could tell that he was just unskilled in writing, not illiterate.

Frequent ink spots on the letter paper show the writer's impetuous character.

This is Ciri's letter.

Lan En unexpectedly looked up at Geralt.

At first, he thought it was because Bai Lang had encountered emotional difficulties, such as an old lover he owed money to.

And now Yennefer has rekindled her old relationship with him, and she seems to be in a dilemma.

Why are you struggling with Xili's letter?

The subjugated princess obviously seemed to be in a very cheerful mood in the letter.

‘I sleep in a big room called [dormitory], you know? My bed is scary big.’

‘Geralt, Aunt Nannick said that I shouldn’t write these stupid things, because the space of the letter should not be wasted. I should write about what I have learned now and how well I have learned it. He also said that everything is fine with me now, so that you can rest assured.’

"I'm sure everything is fine, especially now that I have a new quill, so I can continue writing again! Aunt Nannick read this paragraph, and she praised me and said that the grammar was very accurate. But it's very It’s a pity that Mammy and Yennefer still can’t deal with each other.”

‘I had the best time with Unid, Katie, and Aurora II in the temple, and we even went to feed the turkeys together. But there is a female turkey who is very aggressive. I suspect that she may have a brain problem, like what Yennefer said, a disease called [mania].’

'That turkey attacked us! While we were feeding! I am sure this time, it is definitely mentally ill! But it couldn't hurt me at all, I only used a branch! Lan En taught me how to jump, and I can jump higher than it can flap its wings! , it hurts from the top down.’