Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 291 290. Searching

Early the next morning, the two of them rode horses on the road, and the cormorants in the sky led the way for them.

The cold wind in winter is mixed with the water vapor on the lakeside, making people feel wet and cold.

The clouds in the sky linger, and the wind makes a low whine as it passes through the reeds.

Sir Freixnet in heaven seems to be having a lot of fun with the cursed lady.

The location of their tryst was centered on Hamm and spread out to several surrounding villages.

Lan En and Geralt rode horses into an unremarkable small village, which was no different from other villages on the mainland.

On the muddy road covered with cow dung, dogs, cats, and poultry walked past while barking.

Two hooded knights came flying over. All the villagers closed their doors and watched, but no one dared to come up and speak.

Fortunately, their target was not in this village. Jazz took his lover all the way to have a tryst, so his target was definitely not in this small village.

Geralt dragged the brim of his hood upward and looked up. His pupils shrank and focused, and he quickly locked onto a white spot in the sky.

"Go through it, not far to the southeast from here."

After tilting his head slightly to explain, the white wolf pinched the carrot's belly and jumped straight over.

Almost as soon as he started, Lan En drove Poppai to start at the same time.

He didn't want to be splashed by the 'mud' thrown from the carrot's hooves just because he was one step behind.

The young demon hunter had a funny expression under his hood.

"This old guy looks like a Scarface, but secretly he's actually rotten!"

He's not the kind of 'bad' person who has evil intentions and wants to harm someone. But the kind of bad guy who likes to tease people!

How old is this old guy?

Lan En made wild guesses about the old man's age.

Soon, the two of them passed through the village and came to a wasteland in a fallow field, with many withered branches and leaves intertwined on the ground.

This ground is between the gaps divided by field ridges and does not seem to belong to any farmer here.

The cormorant in the sky had already landed nearby. It seemed that it didn't want to get close to it at all. It just stood on the ridge of the deserted field, pointing at the pile of dead branches with one wing and quacking.

"A rose bush?"

The two dismounted and walked to the withered branches. Lan En's alchemy knowledge allowed him to see at a glance what the pile of withered branches originally looked like.

Suddenly, Mr. Lan, a young country man, looked at the cormorant with a lot of admiration in his eyes.

"Bring your lover over here to see these rose bushes growing in the cracks of the fields. In the fields! You can see them all! In front of everyone!"

Lan En didn't believe that Fresnet brought his lover here just to enjoy the flowers.

Although the men and women in this world are relatively open in terms of sex, they are doing things in the fields where everyone works. Bullshit!

The cormorant squawked, turned around and faced Lan En with his butt, motionless.

Geralt also smacked his mouth meaningfully twice before calling out to Lan En.

"Okay, customers' personal hobbies are not within the scope of our services."

So the two began to explore around this small flower garden.

Neither the bear-headed nor the wolf-headed necklaces trembled, proving that there was no trace of chaotic magic left here and that it was not the birthplace of the curse.

Turning a strong human male into a cormorant, the magical traces left by this curse cannot dissipate after only two years.

"Do roses wither so completely in winter?"

Lan En pulled away the intertwined branches and took a mouthful.

The flower branches that should have been pliable are now as hard as small sticks, and they can shake up ashes when pulled.

Geralt was not surprised.

"Before the cormorant curse became famous, the villagers would have taken care of this flower garden. But when the news of the curse spread, they probably wanted to burn it down. The reason why they didn't start a fire now is because they didn't dare to come and get their hands on it."

"Ha, found it!"

Geralt took out a small piece of cloth from the hardened earth, and then pulled it out directly along with the clod of soil.

After shaking it off, I discovered that it was a piece of low-surface black cloth with silver needlework.

"The fabric and craftsmanship are good, at least not what a woman in this village should have. And the broken part was bitten and torn open by teeth?"

Geralt has the same habit as Lann, or perhaps all witchers have this habit - they will mutter to themselves the phenomena they obtain with their extraordinary senses.

At the end of the sentence, Geralt held up the cloth and motioned to the cormorant.

"Is this what she was wearing at the time?. Do you like to bite with your mouth?"

The old demon hunter, who was already considered to be well-informed, felt that this knight seemed to have a bit of wild taste.

The cormorant jumped and moved farther away.

Geralt curled his lips, this was considered a solid move.

He complained to the young man who was watching the excitement.

"See, this is the difficulty of lifting the curse. Cursed people will always resist when they need to reveal their privacy. Communication is difficult enough, but they are still unwilling to work hard to communicate with us."

The young man smiled and nodded, indicating that he had learned another lesson.

Then, the two men rode back to the village and started looking for people to ask if anyone still remembered what happened back then.

The villagers avoided the curse and were not prepared to have any communication with the two demon hunters.

In the end, Lan En directly found the elder of the village, and then used Baron Ham's name and safety as pressure to make him reluctantly tell the villagers what to say.

Geralt was a little surprised when he saw Lan En talking about a village elder to the point of breaking into a cold sweat in just a few words. Although he gritted his teeth and glared at the two of them, he still cooperated obediently.

"I was just about to take out King Aiweier's documents."

Geralt patted his satchel.

"That thing is of no use. The people in the village don't care what the far away king said or signed. Baron Hamm, who can shake the shovel when harvesting grain, makes them even more in awe."

Lan En shrugged indifferently. During the time when he lived with old Allen in O'Riden, he got to know people like the village elder.

Geralt nodded: "Looking at how skilled you are, in fact, if there is no curse involved, you are already a qualified demon hunter who can travel around and make money."

"That's the problem." Lan En continued.

"I think I should know everything a witcher knows, and I have to be good enough, so you can just think of me as paranoid. Curses are an interesting knowledge. Even if I can't use it, I should at least know how to deal with it."

"Ha, a sense of crisis." Geralt commented bitterly on the young man's thoughts. "Practical and necessary feelings, my teacher has always wanted me to keep this feeling. He said, 'Although no witcher can die peacefully in bed, maintaining a sense of crisis at all times can make you die a little later.' "

Lane agreed.

"Words of wisdom."

"Indeed." Geralt himself admitted, "But even if we are too tired, we are also human beings, and we will also feel mentally exhausted. So most of us will drag a waitress upstairs in the tavern who wants to make extra money, or there will be a few My favorite brothel. Anyway, so far, even my teacher will 'relax' when the time comes."

"To be honest, there shouldn't be any demon hunters in this world who don't prostitute themselves, right? How can they survive?"

Lan En just smiled and did not respond to this topic.

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