Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 311 310. Princess who escaped from marriage

The final result was that a little human girl was added to the team composed of three demon hunters and a tree spirit.

Geralt wanted to send the little girl out of the forest first, but Brain refused to lead them. He said that since the girl appeared in Brok Leon, she already belonged to Brok Leon.

Dryads sometimes take girls from outside human families, and then transform the human girls into dryads through their magical rituals.

Logically speaking, Lan En should have drawn his sword when he heard such stories.

But again - once it gets involved in racial conflicts, all the originally clear and simple relationships between good and evil will become ambiguous and blurred.

The dryads acted like human traffickers against humans, but humans were also committing genocide against them.

The dryads will shoot any human, young or old, who dares to enter the forest. But humans are also offering bounties for the scalps of dryads, and the price is rising, for young and old alike.

Moreover, after the tree spirits transformed the girls they brought back, they did care for and live with them equally, which even made Lan En think that these girls might be luckier than the farm women in the outside world.

So the young people didn't want to worry about it.

But Geralt knew very well that without the leadership of the tree spirit, if he insisted on going his own way, he would not be able to leave Broklon alive.

To outsiders, this vibrant forest is a green hell.

The dryads don't need to intercept him, they just need to ignore him.

So at the end of the quarrel, Geralt could only apologize to Brian, saying that he was talking nonsense just now.

Vesemir was confident that the apprentice he had brought out would figure it out, so he simply didn't even look at the quarreling witcher and tree spirit.

He took Lan En to dismantle Yogorn's body.

The old demon hunter's skills in stripping materials and trophies were no worse than a surgeon's. He took out venom glands, fangs, two tentacles, and a red thing that looked like an enlarged version of a cell.

"You're in luck, kid. The red mutation inducer will be useful for you to prepare the [decoction] in the future."

This is the first time Lan En has cut this thing out of a monster's body. It seems that the shipment rate does depend on luck.

Vesemir put the mutagen in a bottle of dwarf liquor and it was preserved.

Lan En seemed a little happy after taking it. The important thing was not the mutation inducer, but the thing called [Decoction] revealed by Vesemir.

That was something Berengar had never told him, and it was undoubtedly profound alchemical knowledge.

Vesemir gave him a hint, indicating that he at least began to want to open up the knowledge of the Wolf School to him.

This is a good start.

Ciri's ankle was twisted just now, and she was being carried by Geralt at this time.

Lan En always felt that the two of them were inexplicably familiar.

Maybe there are people in this world who are born to see each other right.

The little girl on Geralt's back secretly turned her head to look at the silver-haired witcher walking beside her, then quickly lowered her head before he turned around, sniffed, and smoothed her mouse-gray hair with her hands.

"It's useless for you to fix it, Ciri."

Lan En didn't look sideways, walking and talking as if he didn't feel anything.

"We have different hair types. You have hair that gets tangled easily and gets caught in debris, so it can't be so smooth."

Ciri didn't raise her head, just patted her 'mount' on the shoulder.

"Go faster, I don't want to be next to this rude person."

But the 'mount' also had something to say: "My princess, do you think it's easy to carry someone on your back in the forest? It can't be faster."

"You are all prevaricating me, I will make my grandma order your head to be chopped off! And his!"

The girl wiped her nose and looked at the two demon hunters fiercely. Her expression made Lan En, who was walking next to her, laugh out loud.

"Okay, behead them, two at once, it's really scary, blah blah blah." Geralt actually praised him.

"But you should tell us what kind of noble and terrifying person your grandmother is, right? I think we can start with her name."

As soon as she heard that she was about to tell where she came from, Ciri stopped yelling.

"Well, since you keep asking, I'll tell you."

"But after you hear this, you are not allowed to take me to Christine! Can you swear?"

"Christine? Who is that?" Geralt, like Lan, was amused by the child's childish request at first, and then suddenly reacted.

"What the hell! Prince Christian? Prince Christian of Verdon? You were supposed to go find him?!"

The girl straightened her mouse-grey hair again, removed two pine needles that were wrapped in it, and turned her face away.

"Grandma asked me to get to know that Christian, just to get to know him! And then his father, that..."

"King Aiweier."

"Yes, that King Elvir has only wanted to hold a wedding since I arrived at the castle! I am only nine years old! And I don't like Christine at all."

"He is fat, stupid, and has bad breath. He is much uglier than in the portrait he was sent! He also told me that I am prettier than in the portrait, but the person he likes is named Alvina, a female noble in the court. Do you understand? I didn’t want to marry him, and he didn’t want to marry me, so what’s the point of getting married? So I ran out.”

Everyone loves to listen to the gossip show, and Vesemir and Brian, who is responsible for leading the way, unknowingly gathered around Ciri.

It looks like he is walking normally, but he is actually listening to a story.

The plot of a princess escaping from marriage has been full of extraordinary vitality for a long time.

"A princess should marry a prince, isn't it natural? In our time"

Although Vesemir is a long-lived demon hunter, his chatter is no different from that of an ordinary old human man.

They all have a tone that recalls the past.

But Shirley was a very independent child, and she looked at the red-nosed old man angrily.

"You said exactly the same thing as everyone else. You all thought I was a child, so I was very confused, right?"

Vesemir reflexively retorted: "I didn't lie to you!"

"You just fooled me!"

Vesemir curled his lips and fell into silence.

The dryad walking beside him turned his head to look at the old guy in surprise, shook his head with emotion before continuing to walk forward.

Lan En looked at the surprised Blaine in surprise.

The group of people walked quietly for a while, and the princess on Geralt's back suddenly gently tugged on his milky white hair.

"Sir Geralt."

"Call me Geralt, I'm not a knight or even a knight."

"Okay Geralt, I'm hungry."

Lan En heard what Shi Rui said and walked over.

Geralt was carrying Ciri, and his share of the package was being weighed by Lan En.

The young man rummaged through his pocket: "Well, I have carrots, cheese, and onions here."

In the era before greenhouse technology, there was really nothing to eat in winter.

"Just cheese and carrots."

Ciri was not as squeamish as Lan En imagined, but it was possible that she was very hungry. She nibbled the raw carrots and cheese quickly but slowly.

"Thanks, Lan."

The young man closed the mouth of the bag again and responded casually: "You're welcome, you don't eat much."

"No, it's not because of the food. It's not just because of the food. You saved my life, in front of that big centipede. I was already scared to death."

"Ha, you admit that you were scared. It's really rare that you don't speak harshly." Lan En laughed, but then his face became serious.

"There are a lot of deadly things in this forest. It would be foolish to escape here to escape from marriage. And you should also thank the others. Regardless of whether they arrived or not, they have put in their efforts for you after all."

"I remember." Ciri sniffed and gently pulled Geralt's milky white hair.

"Thank you, Geralt."

"You're welcome, little one."

When Bai Lang said this, he tried hard to suppress his tone of voice. But even so, Lan En felt that this guy's steps were even more brisk.

If it hadn't been for the confirmation that Geralt was not a psychopath, Lan might have become wary of him.

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