Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 307 306. Talent and Abnormality

The three demon hunters discussed quickly, partly because of their straightforward personalities, and also because of the increasingly impatient looks in the eyes of the tree spirits next to them.

Lann felt that the errand Vesemir received from King Vincelav was probably not too difficult to handle, which made the old gentleman act very relaxed at this time.

After the three decided to walk together for a while, Vesemir once again used the ancient language to communicate with the brick-red haired dryad lady.

The old man's Ancient Tongue was much more fluent than Geralt's half-baked proficiency.

After his garbled words, the brick-red haired dryad unconsciously plucked the bowstring, and nodded after a moment of silence.

"Brain, take the witcher with you and go to Doon Canal to meet Aisna."

Brain nodded, walked out of their ranks, and walked to Vesemir's side.

He picked up the two long swords buried inside from the dense grass and handed them to the old demon hunter.

Lan En suddenly understood. He also said that he felt a little out of place after seeing Vesemir. It turned out that he was the first to disarm in order to show sincerity and trust in the conversation.

Seemingly noticing the young man's eyes, Vesemir strapped on his sword belt again while talking to Lan with a smile.

"You young people have bad tempers and may not understand this approach, but you will understand in the future - it would be best if you can bleed less."

"When you walk into a noble's castle to take a job, you have to take off your sword. After all, you have to rely on the mission rewards issued by the nobles, and the employer has no incentive to take action against us until the problem is solved. In Blockley Ang is the same."

"The dryads have no reason to hurt me, and when they want to hurt me, holding two swords doesn't change anything. It just increases the hostility."

Brian ignored the conversation between the witchers and just glanced at the three of them before walking further into the woods.

Lan En and the others followed up, the young man said to Vesemir.

"It's different from what you think. I have a good temper. I also agree with your idea. It would be best if I can bleed less."

The old demon hunter laughed, raised his hand and patted Lan En's shoulder.

Geralt followed closely behind Miss Dryad. He curled his lips when he heard Lan En's words.

The ability of the three demon hunters and the tree spirit to move in the forest was unmatched by ordinary people. Once they started to move, they could even maintain the speed of ordinary people walking on the plains in the primeval forest.

But after advancing at this speed for almost two hours, Blaine took the lead in suggesting a break.

Her breasts were rising and falling under her striped coat, as she was trying to adjust her breathing.

Dryads have an affinity for trees, but the witcher's physical advantage made her tired first.

The demon hunters had no objection to this, and the four of them slowed down significantly to let their muscles rest.

When the speed slows down, several people will have time to communicate.

When Brian got close to Lan, he said to him: "We are all grateful to you for letting the twisted soul next to the forest rest in peace."

Then the honey-colored haired tree spirit naturally moved away.

Geralt followed her, and Lan En was surprised that the white wolf didn't take the opportunity to tease him about the relationship between men and women.

"What do you want me to say?"

Bai Lang looked at the young man strangely and asked.

"The dryads have no love or lust, Lan En. Even if they have a face like yours and a body like yours, they only have the simplest desire for reproduction. But when they know that you are a demon hunter, they can't Once you sow the seeds of life, they will never have any desire for you again.”

"We will spend a few nights in the open air in this big forest, and Blaine will curl up in your arms on cold nights. But this does not mean that she has developed a desire for you. She only thinks of you as a blanket, That’s all.”

"Honestly, you'd better just think of her as a blanket then."

Lan En was surprised that the emotions of dryads were obviously different from human beings, but Geralt's words still made him roll his eyes.

"Do you think I'm just a beast in heat all the time, Geralt?"

"Anyway, no serious witcher would go to a sorceress's academy."

"Yeah, yeah, a serious witcher probably wouldn't have an emotional entanglement with a sorceress, right?"

Logically speaking, this sentence should hurt at least two people present, but unfortunately one of them didn't feel hurt at all, so all the damage in the words was borne by one person.

"damn it!"

A low, slightly hoarse male voice murmured.

Geralt is sunk!

Vesemir naturally overtook Geralt, whose pace became heavier.

He is like Geralt's father. He has long been aware of the emotional frustration between his student and the sorceress, and he is too lazy to care about it at this time.

On the contrary, it was the obviously extraordinary kid from the Bear School in front of him who found it very interesting.

"Are you looking for work in Aretuza now?"

Vesemir walked briskly, although under the cover of armor, his belly was already a little round. But Lan En has no doubt that Geralt would be able to choke even if he competed with this guy.

Because this grand master is likely to be the person he will study for some time in the future, Lan En is not prepared to hide anything.

"Yes, I have a research project in Arethusa now. Hey, Vesemir, don't look at me like that! I'm not a research subject, I'm a researcher! I'm serious about using knowledge and inspiration to conduct alchemical research!"

After Lan En's categorical clarification, the old demon hunter's frowning brows and sharp eyes calmed down again.

Then, Lan En described his alchemical talent to the witcher's 'living fossil', and how he received advice from Berengar and wanted to learn the witcher's full set of alchemical knowledge.

Blaine walked in front and listened with great interest. She obviously didn't know what the concept of talent that Lan En mentioned was and what it meant in the outside world. She was just listening to the fun.

But the two traveling witchers are both knowledgeable.

The great master of the Wolf Sect opened and closed his mouth several times, but still didn't say a word.

And Geralt even came out of the frustration of being hit by his mind.

"You said you completed the improvement after first coming into contact with the potion formula?"

Geralt said as he smashed his mouth.

Vesemir, on the other hand, was focused on the other side.

"The crystal cultivation project you participated in has been able to achieve the level of regeneration of severed limbs?"

Lan En raised his eyebrows at the two seniors.

A living fossil-level demon hunter pays attention to the academic frontier, but a demon hunter who is currently active does not have this keenness.

I have to say that the saying that people become better with age is very applicable to Vesemir.

And just when Lan En thought that his talent was enough to attract Vesemir's recognition and allow him to enter Kaer Morhen.

The old demon hunter laughed and changed the topic.

Although on the surface he kept praising Lan En's alchemy talent, the young man felt inexplicably in his heart that he was getting further and further away from his goal of being recognized.

Illusion?

Lan En frowned, wondering what went wrong.

Vesemir is obviously a generous old man who cares about his descendants.

He is the eldest among all the current demon hunters. Even as soon as he met Lan En, he habitually began to teach him to 'avoid bleeding as much as possible'.

But now, facing a young demon hunter who is extremely talented in alchemy and can even be said to have great potential, he hid his knowledge instead.

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