Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 308 307. Reason and the little man

What Lan En originally thought should not be difficult has now suffered an unexpected setback.

Vesemir didn't seem to want to open up the most complete and profound alchemical knowledge among the witchers to him.

And it's obvious that his move has nothing to do with profit.

"Take care, Lan. You're scaring Vesemir a little."

Lan En deliberately slowed down and walked with Geralt to discuss. They have solved a troublesome curse together, and the two recognize each other's character.

Good people always find good friends when they suffer losses and when they fight against bad people.

The cream-white haired demon hunter was quite aware of the current situation.

"If you had described your alchemy talent to this point in detail to me before, then I would definitely suggest you to contact Vesemir in another way."

Lan En was a little confused.

"What do you mean this?"

Geralt did not immediately respond to the young man's doubts, but instead looked at Lan En's face with a half-smile.

"Young. You are too young."

"You are so young that you have no chance to see the second demon hunter apprentice who is undergoing the trial of grass from the perspective of a bystander, right?"

"Vesemir has presided over the Trial of Green Grass for generations of witchers. To him, that scene was no less than witnessing hell!"

The sunlight between the shades of the trees flashed across Geralt's calm face.

The light spot does not make people feel warm, on the contrary, there is only a deeper cold.

"On the third day, all the children died except a little boy who had just turned ten. He was restless with sudden madness, and then fell into a deep coma for an instant. His eyes were dull, and his hands kept clutching his clothes. , or waving it in the air, as if trying to catch a quill. His breathing became heavier and heavier; he began to sweat, and his skin became wet, sticky and smelly. Then another The drug was injected into the boy's veins and he suffered a seizure. This time symptoms followed, including a nosebleed, a violent cough that turned into vomiting, until the boy collapsed completely and became motionless."

Geralt said the above words in a tone as cold as a lab report.

"Have you heard of it? This is a witness report about the Green Grass Trial."

"Although I don't want to admit it, the original group of demon hunters were indeed born with the stupid ideal of saving humans and destroying monsters. Let people like them inject poison into children's bodies with their own hands, and then not let them go. Watch them suffer in every detail, so as not to miss the moment when the reaction occurs. Even so, seven out of ten children will still turn into a mess of meat. I have to say that as a punishment, this is very creative. "

Geralt smiled very sarcastically at this time.

“Guilt can drive people crazy, even when backed by a noble sense of purpose.”

"Until now, the Wolf School will not conduct the Green Grass Trial unless it is absolutely necessary. This is the result unanimously agreed upon by our remaining demon hunters."

"Not only that, we also know that wizards are eager for the research results of witchers on body mutation, so Vesemir has been paying close attention to the research information in this area."

After saying that, Geralt looked at Lan En who seemed to understand something and shook his head.

"Your alchemical talent and the projects you are involved in frighten Vesemir. He is afraid that one day, what lies on your experimental table will no longer be a few rabbits, mice, or human corpses, but "

'But' what? Geralt did not continue to say, but Lan En could already imagine it.

"I wouldn't go that far."

Suddenly, the young man said bluntly to Geralt.

Geralt nodded without any surprise.

"I know, and I believe it. So now, I suggest you don't do anything, just follow Vesemir for a while."

"This old guy is very good at judging people. Once he thinks you are trustworthy, you will naturally achieve your goals."

"Anyway, I think you'll be fine."

Although the contact time was not long, when Geralt said that he believed in Lan, he was as sure as if he had eaten a few slices of bread for lunch.

Lan En therefore smiled at the white wolf, and then succeeded in making the master demon hunter, who was walking vigorously, drowse. He stumbled on the root of the tree and almost fell down.

"The plague is upon me. The reflection of your hair is dazzling me!"

"Geralt, speak with your conscience, what you just looked at was my face!"

The conversation behind him that was full of 'young energy' made Vesemir's steps in front of him very brisk.

The corners of his mouth with old wrinkles raised an arc.

Witchers know that at this distance, even if they lower their voices, they cannot hide it from the ears of their kind.

So when Lan and Geralt talked, they were equivalent to expressing their stance to Vesemir.

Lann is confident, and Geralt also believes that he is a demon hunter that can be recognized by Vesemir.

The ‘living fossil’ feels that the next days will be extremely interesting.

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Brok Leon's path is difficult to walk. Without Brian's leadership, the demon hunters would be completely unable to maintain a sense of direction while maintaining speed.

Brian could always find a hidden log bridge over a ravine or crevice, and bravely stepped into the swamp full of green duckweed.

If the demon hunters were left without a guide, the three of them would probably rather take a detour for hours or even days rather than take this route.

In addition to the barriers of the natural environment, the man-made traps in Brok Leon have long become legends in the outside world.

The stumps and wood thorns in the deep pit are just common, and the poisonous needles of bows and arrows that are automatically triggered are not uncommon.

There is also something called a 'hedgehog' - a huge sphere covered with spikes tied to a rope. It falls down and rolls around on unexpected paths, mostly on slopes, destroying everything in its path.

The four of them had already experienced what Geralt called a 'sleepover' several times.

Blaine can always find a piece of terrain that can retain heat, and there is a high probability of dry ferns growing on it. She did curl into the Witcher's side when she slept, very close to him. But it was just for warmth and had no other purpose.

When winter dawn came slowly, they set out on the road again.

During this day's trip, Blaine stopped again and looked around.

The witchers have figured out that this is her identifying the internal markings of some dryads.

So Geralt found a dead tree stump to sit down and rest, while Vesemir taught Lan some practical tips.

For example, how to pack the entire bottle of sword oil into bulk pieces that can be applied quickly to adapt to unexpected battle situations, and so on.

His complex sense of Lan En's alchemy talent cannot prevent him from teaching some useful little methods to his younger generations.

And in this quiet and deep scene, a scream came out very suddenly.

A short, piercing, desperate scream.

Three demon hunters and one tree elf immediately entered a state of alert as if by nerve reflex, and looked in the direction where the scream came from.

The four people looked at each other for only a moment, and then they started moving there in unison.

After passing through a dense evergreen bush, there is a layer of soil with a height difference of about ten meters.

Below the four people, there was a small man wearing a gray-blue jacket who was facing a crisis.

His (or her) mouse-grey hair was tangled in panic.

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