Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 288 287. The play of bears and wolves

"Is the situation, is it bad?"

The noble lady looked nervous, and it was obvious that she cared about her brother, but caring was of no use in many cases.

Geralt was choosing his words so as not to make the young lady think she was the one doing the wrong thing.

"Rumors distort the truth of the matter, those vital clues. All I can confirm from these villagers are things that are already well known: Sir and a woman are having fun, and then one day the woman disappears, and Sir turns into a slug Moor. Phew~"

The cold-faced witcher sighed slightly.

"To be honest, there are few noble ladies who are as tolerant as you. You allow the farmers in the territory to talk to their knights for so long without stopping."

In fact, a normal lord would break several whips on his subjects as soon as rumors started to spread.

Lords with a more violent temper would erect several long wooden poles in conspicuous locations in their territory, and hang hanging corpses on them like wind chimes.

Geralt couldn't tell now whether his sigh was complaining about the expected increase in workload, or whether he was lamenting the rare kindness of this noble lady.

He was not in a bad mood anyway.

"Please let these villagers go back, Miss Eliza. I will conduct an on-site inspection directly next, please."

The cream-white-haired demon hunter was standing casually, ready to say, "Please take me to see your brother, the cormorant."

But after his cat eyes casually glanced at the crowd gathered outside the manor, the weight of his body immediately rested on the toes of his left foot.

It seems as natural as changing positions after standing for a long time, but in fact, this is a standing posture that can start rotating, shifting, and swinging a sword at any time.

In short, this is a fully alert battle-ready posture.

Someone in the crowd caught Geralt's attention.

He was tall and strong, although among a group of farmers wrapped up in three layers of clothing, he was inconspicuous at first glance. But the witcher's powers of observation are far beyond those of ordinary people.

He immediately noticed an obvious sense of inconsistency at a glance——

That guy's proportions are so good.

Even though he was wearing obviously heavy equipment and was nearly two meters tall, his body proportions were still unusually coordinated.

Then he looked again, and Geralt spotted the silver necklace flashing in the cloak.

It was a roaring bear head.

The noble lady had never learned any swordsmanship, so of course she couldn't see the changes in Geralt. She just wondered why the witcher stopped talking halfway.

"Master? Master Demon Hunter? What's wrong with you?"

"No, I just met a friend. Please let these people go home. I will go and catch up with that 'friend' first."

Miss Eliza stared blankly at the master witcher, whose cat eyes were staring motionlessly at somewhere in the crowd.

——

Lan En walked outside with the dispersed people. Wearing a black cloak and a hood, he looked inconspicuous in the gloomy winter sky.

This was the first master demon hunter he had seen besides Bordon.

Belengar doesn't count. That guy has been working as a laborer for at least ten years working overtime to earn wages.

The cream-white-haired witcher fit his description of a master witcher.

Professional, calm, patient, and alert. The characteristics of the profession of demon hunter are vividly displayed in him.

Even within the Wolf School, which has the most complete knowledge inheritance, this guy is probably the most outstanding one.

But now, this outstanding demon hunter had stopped in front of him.

In a narrow alley in the village, the witcher was standing against the wall with his arms folded, holding two swords on his horse's belly.

After Lan En entered the alley, he stood up straight and faced the young witcher.

"This job has been taken over by me, from the Bear School. And I think the difficulty of this job is enough for a demon hunter. There is no need to give out the bounty to people who come to help on their own initiative."

Geralt's low and hoarse voice sounded in the alley. He always had the charm of a mature man, but Lan En always felt...

This guy seems a little resentful?

So Lan En, who was told about the school of thought, simply lifted the hood on his head and asked bluntly.

"Of course, the famous [White Wolf], master demon hunter. You can definitely deal with a mere curse that turns people into birds. But what's the reason for this inexplicable resentment in your tone? If I hadn't I remember wrongly, this should be the first time the two of us have met."

Geralt acted like most people when they first saw Lann's face. He was stunned for a moment, then shook his head to regain consciousness.

Lan En's words made the corners of his cold mouth twitch slightly, and the resentment became even stronger.

"Yes, this is the first time in our lives that we have met, but the last encounter I had with the Bear School was far from pleasant."

"Oh? What do you say?"

Lan En tilted his head and asked curiously.

It seemed that Lan En had no intention of causing trouble, so Geralt did not immediately put his palm on the hilt of the sword behind his back.

"We use this expression to reduce trouble, but you guys are really emotionless and don't understand the ways of the world."

"Last time I passed by and saw your people hunting a petrified cockatrice, I went to help. As soon as the animal lay down and its blood was still hot, your people took out the steel sword and told me that he was not invited. I'm participating in the mission, and the bounty is all his. Is he mentally ill if he draws his sword if he wants to share it? I don't want to share the money at all!"

Lan En pursed his lips and smiled awkwardly.

Geralt had a cold expression on his face while saying that others didn't understand the ways of the world. This scene was much more interesting than his cold jokes.

But the situation he described does not seem to be false based on Lan En's understanding of Bordon.

"The mutation formula of the Bear School. You are right to say that he has a brain disease."

Although Lan En had no sense of belonging to the Bear School, he still had a badge hanging around his neck. Facing a resentful Wolf School demon hunter, he could only smile.

"But don't worry, I'm not here to steal business. To be honest, I have just learned about curses, and I haven't lifted any curses myself. Originally, I just wanted to follow you and observe the actual combat."

With that said, Lann took out a shiny Oren coin from the alchemical leather bag on his waist and flicked it to Geralt.

The Wolf Pie opposite raised his hand and caught it in his hand.

He raised his eyebrows at Lan En in confusion.

The young man smiled and spread his hands.

"I'm different from the one you met. I'm familiar with you."

"Let me follow you to see a practical case of lifting the curse. I will help you if you encounter trouble. If you learn something, I will also give you some teaching fees. Isn't this a good deal?"

Geralt's eyes moved back and forth between Oren and Lan's face. In the end, he put the gold coin into his pocket with a strange expression.

"It seems that you are indeed different from most bear schools."

"The famous [Hunter Lord], the master demon hunter who slaughtered the entire count's estate."

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