Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1419 1391. Entering the city

At the crossroads leading to Gos Velen, which is also the end of a forest of medium size, there are nine wooden poles nailed to the roadside with a large wheel on top.

The spokes and rims of the wheel are tied with ropes, and crows and vultures are standing on it, constantly lowering their heads to tear and raising their heads to swallow something.

Because of the height of the wooden pole, it is difficult for onlookers to see it with their own eyes, but judging from the smell, there is no doubt that it is a corpse, and it cannot be anything else.

Ciri covered her nose and turned her head away in disgust on the horse's back.

"What a wonderful scenery." Yennefer leaned forward slightly on the back of another taller horse, sighing sarcastically, and tilted her head to spit out saliva that seemed to be contaminated by the smell of corpses.

She completely forgot that she had just scolded the girl for doing the same thing a few minutes ago.

"The scenery is unique and the smell is pleasant. But why do you have to stand in the wilderness? Aren't these things usually placed near the city walls and gates, kind lords?"

Perhaps it was Yennefer's thick black hair that revealed her identity as a sorceress near the border of Gos Velen.

Or perhaps it was the beautiful thighs that still showed a plump and slender outline on the horse's flank even though she was wearing hunting breeches.

In short, a traveling merchant who had just rested and was re-harnessing his packhorse on the side of the road responded attentively.

"These are Scoia'tael, my lady. That is, elves."

"To deter the surviving Scoia'tael, these poles are erected outside the forest, not at the base of the city wall."

"Does this mean that when these elves were placed here," Yennefer asked with a frown, "they were still alive?"

"Very few Scoia'tael are willing to be captured alive, ma'am." The peddler explained, "Just like people like us will muster up the courage to hit ourselves in the neck when we encounter Scoia'tael."

"Some are captured alive, but those Scoia'tael will be taken to the gallows in the city, tortured and tortured on the spot, and then the non-human races in the city will be quiet for a few days, but most of them are still dead, and their bodies are taken to places like this for disposal."

"Heh." Yennefer smiled in an ambiguous way, and said in a tiny voice that Ciri could hear clearly, "They don't let us practice [Necromancy], saying that it will destroy life and insult the dead, but what about now?"

"Ma'am, what did you say?" The distance of the peddler made him unable to hear clearly.

"No, nothing. Let's go, Ciri, the stink is sticking to my clothes."

"I think so too!" The girl rode her horse quickly around the merchant's wagon, "Let the horse run faster!"

In fact, the girl was a little afraid of Yennefer's cold expression. After all, the girl knew before that this beautiful sorceress who often taught her and made her rebellious also had a quarter of elven blood.

They drove the horses to trot forward all the way, and soon there were more and more pedestrians on the road.

More merchants and passers-by with heavy bundles of firewood on their backs were left behind.

Yennefer left the reins with both hands at this time, and they slowed down, and Ciri next to them held the reins of the two horses to control the direction.

In front of Yennefer, above the neck of her horse, a small mirror was floating there in the air, keeping the relative position still.

The little girl's curious and awed eyes glanced at it from time to time.

Leaving a group of rough demon hunters and letting the sorceress take over her magic education did allow Ciri to learn things that she could not learn anywhere else.

She began to understand the power of magic, a power that is different from the force of a warrior, and is learning to respect this power.

Yennefer's seemingly messy but extremely charming curly hair requires a lot of time and energy to take care of.

"Ha, I see! Do you want to dress up before going into the city?"

The little girl's excitement was only exchanged for a perfunctory "hmm" in front of the sorceress who was concentrating on putting on makeup in front of the mirror.

"I want to dress up, too! Comb my hair, put on makeup, etc!"

"No."

"Why?!"

"We are traveling in disguise, and we haven't finished traveling yet."

"Disguise?" Ciri muttered unconvinced, "You are still dressing yourself up in disguise? Just dressing yourself up?"

"The city we are going to is called Gos Velen." Yennefer finally took her eyes away from the mirror and looked at Ciri with a smile, "There, I don't need to disguise myself, or rather, I should be the opposite. But you, you can't leave any impression on people."

"But people who are staring at you will definitely see me! We are so close!"

"Heh. I'm afraid." Yennefer once again showed that unique smile, which was mysterious and mixed with some sarcasm.

She squinted her eyes and looked up and down at the girl: "By then, no one will notice a flower bud that has not yet grown."

As she spoke, she took out a glass bottle from the bag on the horse's back.

After opening it, the scent of cloves and gooseberries wafted out. She reached in and seemed to touch something, then rubbed it on the corners of her eyes and neck.

On the drawbridge in front of the city gate, riders and livestock carriages lined up in a long queue. Ciri was about to complain about the long queue.

But Yennefer had no intention of queuing honestly.

She sat proudly on the horse's back, her back straight, and squeezed forward directly, her eyes only swept over the tops of people's heads, and she was unwilling to move down a few inches to look at their faces.

And those people at the gate of the city now gave way and bowed their heads.

The guards wearing mail and cotton armor immediately let her pass after noticing, and used the wooden pole of their spears to knock those who were slow to give way.

"This way, honorable lady, this way!" A guard shouted, looking at Yennefer, his cheeks flushed, "You go this way. Get out of the way! You country bumpkins!"

The captain of the guard came out to check the situation, his face gloomy and angry, but when he saw Yennefer, his face immediately flushed, his mouth opened wide, and then he bowed deeply.

"Dear lady!" He couldn't control his mouth, and just stared at the sorceress, "What can I do for you? Lead the way? Escort? Or find someone?"

"No need to bother," Yennefer said calmly, "I just want to stay in Thaned Island for a few days."

"Of course, ma'am." The guard just muttered, stumbling left and right, but his eyes could not move away from Yennefer.

Ciri tried to raise her chest and raise her head, but found that no one looked at her at all.

They quickly passed the long line of people and entered the city wall.

Ciri asked a little unwillingly: "Did you cast a spell on them?"

"No." Yennefer turned her head and smiled at the girl, "I cast a spell on myself."

Ciri almost couldn't control her exclamation.

Yennefer's eyes flashed with violet light, her face was bright and beautiful, and it was dazzling. It was a kind of provocative, dangerous and unnatural beauty.

"Control it, Ciri. Stop letting the horse step into the puddles on the roadside."

The girl turned her head with a blush on her face: "I just want to clean the horse's hooves."

"It hasn't rained heavily here for a month. There is only swill and horse urine in the pit, no rain water."

".Ah!" Ciri suddenly shouted, "Tell me, why do you use magic cream? Appearance is just like this to you."

"This is Gos Velen." Yennefer reiterated.

"The prosperity of this city is thanks to the wizards, and you can see our status here. But I don't want to introduce myself or prove my identity. I would rather let them recognize me at a glance."

"But why are we here?" The girl interrupted and asked.

"I've already told you this before."

"That's not a direct answer! I see, you want to send me to some academy or orphanage, right? I won't go!"

"Shut up, turn left, someone is watching."

"They are watching you! Not me! I'm not going to any academy! You promised to stay with me, and now you're going to leave me? I don't want to be alone!"

"I never thought of leaving you!" Yennefer turned her head suddenly and looked at the girl very seriously.

She was so serious that her serious eyes diluted the teasing and charm brought by magic.

Ciri didn't understand the complex and profound emotions in that look, she just thought it was stern, and then turned her head away with some fear and dissatisfaction.

Yennefer took a deep breath: "Suck~ But you need professional and systematic spell education now, which only Aretuza can give you. I am an excellent graduate, but I am only one person."

"And you will not be alone in the academy, there are many apprentices of your age there, you will have many friends."

"I don't want friends! I just want to be with you, and besides, I thought we..."

"What did you think?" Yennefer turned to look at her.

"I thought we were going to find Geralt," Ciri raised her head provocatively, "I know very well what you have been thinking all the way, and why you sigh every night."

"Enough!" Yennefer hissed, and her angry eyes almost scared Ciri's unconvinced face into the horse's mane, "Don't go too far. Do I need to remind you? You are immature and stupid now, and you are not yet ready to disobey me!"