Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 306 305. Vesemir

The awkward shouting continued, and just by listening to the sound, Lan En could imagine the scene of an old demon hunter being targeted with a bow by an indistinct number of dryads in the woods.

After all, he had experienced it once before.

"What is he saying?"

While rushing that way, Lan asked Geralt who clearly understood what he meant.

With the physical strength of a demon hunter, they can run through the forest even more easily than the aboriginal tree spirits.

So Geralt answered in the middle of the journey without even losing his breath.

"He was saying hello, showing his identity as a witcher, saying that he was acquainted with Esna, and that he had also lived in Doon Canal for a few days. That's where the dryads of Brokleli lived. land."

As he said that, the ancient language over there shouted another sentence, and Geralt's expression suddenly looked surprised.

"Vesemir said he came here to see Esna? Did he come specifically to see the Dryad Queen?"

Lan En also frowned when he heard Geralt's translation.

He originally thought that King Wenslav found a prestigious master demon hunter to deal with some difficult curses and monsters.

But what kind of commission could make Vesemir go straight to the Dryad Queen?

A female voice who also spoke the ancient language suddenly broke into the conversation over there. Finally, it was no longer a one-man show for the big man.

In the mouth of the dryad, the ancient language is like a melodious song.

After Geralt understood their conversation, he directly grabbed Lan En who was still walking forward.

"Okay, stop. The dryad has discovered us. She was asking Vesemir when the witchers would also travel together."

"oh."

Lan En nodded calmly and put Alondette back into the scabbard on his waist.

If Geralt's words just now were heard in the ears of an ordinary human, they would be no different than a death declaration, because everyone knows how the tree spirits will treat humans who step into Broklon.

But after all, Lan En is a demon hunter who has already met the tree spirit and even worked with him briefly.

In order not to cause unnecessary hostility, Geralt and Lan did not move forward, but waited where they were.

After a while, the sound of "squeaking" branches and leaves of trees was heard from all around.

Then, on the route that the two demon hunters had warned about long ago, several dryads seemed to appear out of thin air, walking out from behind the trees that obviously couldn't cover them.

The bows and arrows in his hands were pointed at the eyes of the two witchers.

Geralt held Lan behind him with one hand and stammered: "Esseá Gwenblad!"

Lan guessed he was introducing himself.

The first step in removing the basis for hostility and demonstrating sincerity is to let others know who you are.

But when Geralt converted Common Language into Ancient Language in his mind, and then spoke it unskilledly.

However, he found that the dryads surrounding the two of them seemed not to be paying attention to him as the speaker.

The focus of the honey-colored haired dryad who walked out from the opposite side obviously went beyond him and reached behind him.

"Hi, see you again, Blaine."

Just like ordinary human acquaintances greeting each other, Lan En raised a hand and waved to the opposite side.

"What a coincidence. You patrolled here, and then we met again."

Geralt watched as the honey-haired dryad nodded towards the bear cub behind him, then pressed her hand behind her to signal her kind to put down their bows and arrows.

The corners of his mouth twitched inadvertently.

"When you talk to them, you even use common language in your opening remarks? It's a shame they understand."

Geralt glanced back, just in time to meet the young man's doubtful gaze.

I don’t know Ancient Chinese at all, so I must speak Common Chinese throughout the whole process.

Geralt pursed his lips. Okay.

I know good-looking people have an easy life!

No one here seemed to care about the psychological activities of a lonely old wolf. Brain tilted his head and looked at the silver-haired demon hunter with whom he had briefly collaborated.

"The forest allows us to meet again."

After saying that, she turned around and walked towards the direction where the old voice came from. She raised her hand and hooked it behind her, signaling the two demon hunters to follow her.

Following the tree spirit, it seemed that even the clinging branches and weeds in the forest had become tame, reducing physical exertion out of nowhere.

After walking behind Brian for a short distance, Lan and Geralt saw a brick-red haired dryad talking to an old man about 1.7 meters tall.

The brick-red haired dryad was the one Lan En had met before, the leader of Brain's team.

And that old man who is 1.7 meters tall also has white hair. But it was different from Geralt's sickly milky white hair and Lan En's gorgeous silver hair. That's the grayish white color produced by natural aging.

There is a rosacea on the face that is still red but not severe enough to swell.

He was wearing a composite medium-weight armor made of cotton armor, mail armor, and a small number of armor pieces interlaced.

Judging from the age shown by his appearance, it is a bit incredible no matter how you think about it, that he can still stand tall and straight while wearing this armor, and even calmly penetrate into this position in a primeval forest.

But his amber cat eyes made it all make sense.

"Geralt?"

The old man saw his student first, and he screamed in surprise.

"Why are you here? This is the person next to you"

Lan En felt that for a moment, his sharp gaze swept over his chest.

The oldest demon hunter he had ever met, he was the first to confirm his school of thought the first time they met.

This is rare because strangers usually focus their attention on his face for the first time. This kind of behavior is almost beyond the control of thoughts, just like a man can't control his eyes from focusing on a woman's open neckline.

Geralt put his hand over his mouth in embarrassment and coughed.

Lan En also happened to be complaining softly next to him at this time.

"Brother, why do you sound like an old man who went out and met his playful grandson? You must be nearly a hundred years old now, right?"

"Ahem~ Vesemir is like this. He"

"I just always thought of you as brats who wet their pants even when they saw demons. Be honest, Geralt. That's what I thought."

Geralt was barely able to catch his breath after being complained about just now, and then he was choked again by the great master of his school.

Lan En looked sympathetically at the white wolf who had been persecuted many times.

Vesemir, who knew the apprentice he had brought out very well, did not even look at Geralt. Instead, he looked up and down at the unusually tall silver-haired young man.

"It seems that the incomplete mutation formula you took away will always lead to a blind cat encountering a dead mouse. Your emotions are very rich and normal. Hello, a child of the Bear School. I am Vesemir of the Wolf School, a still... An old witcher."

As the dryads put down their bows and arrows and looked around, Lan En and the grand master of the wolf sect with a gentle smile collided with each other's arms, holding each other's forearms with their palms.

"Excluding the fact that you two went to Brokleon together to do a mission, are you here to find me?"

After letting go of his hand, the great master of the wolf sect said as if he was talking about everyday things.

"What a coincidence. I'm still busy with this task. If you have something to do, can you wait for a while?"

Unexpectedly, Lan En also shook his head in embarrassment.

"Grandmaster."

"Just call me by my name."

"Well, Vesemir. In fact, I have to deal with this matter with you within a few weeks."

"Well, this is a bit of a rush." ​​The old demon hunter stroked his beard. "Let's do this, kid"

"Would you be interested in going on a mission with an old witcher?"

Lan En smiled: "It's a great honor."

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