Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 312 311. Princess and Prince

That night, several people began to take a night's rest.

When Brian was leading the way today, she asked for a break extra early. She said it was because the human child she had just picked up was too annoying and cost her a lot of energy that she had not planned.

Lan En curled his lips when he heard this, thinking to himself that it was Geralt who was carrying this child, and it was me who was talking to her. Why are you putting it here?

But he also knew very well that Brian was not tired, she just wanted to hear more stories that could not be heard in the forest.

Brian is a girl who was transformed from a human into a tree spirit. Unlike the original tree spirit, she still retains a trace of the outside world.

And with the only remaining impression, this primeval forest will be her entire life until the day she dies.

Until human iron hooves rushed into the woods, flames devoured her body, and a sharp sword pierced her heart. She fell screaming into the bracken, dying sooner or later in a war for the forest.

"Ciri?"

Everyone lay down around the little girl tacitly, perhaps because of their good looks and the fact that she was saved by Lan En. The little girl is obviously closer to Geralt and Lan.

"Um?"

She responded a little confused.

A skinny little man survived many threats from swamps, sentries, and wild beasts, and survived alone in Brok Leon for several days.

There is no doubt that she is a strong, healthy, courageous and lucky girl. But even so, after she relaxed, she still felt an overwhelming fatigue.

"Where do your parents live?"

Geralt then asked, wanting to know where exactly she was a princess.

"I don't have parents." Ciri sniffed and said, "When I was very young, they encountered a shipwreck. The entire ship was lost, not even the sampan fragments were lost."

After he finished speaking, a small purring sound came out. She was exhausted.

Lan En lay on the dry and soft fern grass, looking at the huge, light-tight tree crown above his head. After a while of small purring, he asked softly to Geralt on the side.

"Geralt?"

"what?"

The young man seemed to frown in distress, "You must have been in contact with the courts of those princes and nobles, right? At least you have more experience than me. In a situation like hers, I can't imagine how she will go on in the future."

"Who can know?"

Geralt asked indifferently. After the little girl fell asleep, there were a lot less restrictions on how they talked.

"The daughter of a deceased princess, maybe she is the fourth or fifth in the family? There are many children, each with a distinguished title, but in terms of importance, they may not be as important as a clerk under the palace steward. This is just a gray The little guy with green eyes is running around the palace carefree, so the people in the palace must find a good husband for her as soon as possible."

"The sooner the better, it must be before she becomes a mature, fertile woman, before she has the threat of scandal, adultery, or incest. You know, Lan En. This kind of thing happens all the time in the palace."

Suddenly, two handsome men and women with blond hair flashed in Lan En's mind. They were the stories about the 'Queen's sister and the Guard's brother' that he personally investigated when sending Aria home.

The entanglement between the two eventually evolved into a war that involved the Seven Kingdoms.

Before the investigation came to light, he never thought about it in a chaotic direction. This was a limitation of thinking caused by cultural environment and life experience.

In Western-style palaces, this situation does not seem to be uncommon.

Lan En glanced in the direction of Geralt beside him again.

Among the famous White Wolf's resume, one of the most prominent tasks was to help Foltest's daughter lift the curse of the vampire bird.

The Princess Yada in the story is the daughter of Foltest and his biological sister.

In addition to Lann and Geralt's conversation, Vesemir also had a conversation.

"Child, you just asked this princess about her future? Hey, I have seen many young princesses who joined traveling theater troupes."

The old man who had lived for hundreds of years spoke calmly.

Due to the aging and weakness of small muscles, when Vesemir lies on his back and talks, his throat will become like a mouthful of phlegm due to muscle relaxation.

"Those girls are all lucky that they can escape an old king who is old and frail but longs for children and physical pleasure. I have also met many princes who would rather live a precarious life as mercenaries than marry the king. The princess their father chose for them.”

"Because most of those princesses have physical defects or are notoriously immodest in their lives. This kind of marriage is just a means of forming an alliance and has no other meaning."

Apart from small snores, the four adults were silent for a while after Vesemir's words.

"Is your marriage about an alliance? That's scary."

Brain tightened the thick clothes covering her body, as if what Vesemir said made her feel colder than the cold air on this winter night.

"It's not all like that." Lan En muttered, his hand unconsciously smoothing down Ciri's gray hair. "At least this little guy, and the princes and princesses who fled political marriages, don't think so."

"I think this little guy is very powerful. If I were her age, I would probably be scared to death by now. Maybe it would be better not to let her go back to Verden?"

"Huh, not bad?" Geralt sneered. "You just heard from Vesemir that most runaway princesses hang out in traveling troupes, but do you understand the hardship and danger of life in a traveling troupe?"

"Believe me, Lan En. If the princesses in the troupe have the opportunity to become Verdon's princess, they won't hesitate for a moment."

Lan En's hands were still playing with the frizzy mouse-grey hair unconsciously, and he curled his lips.

"I don't know about other people, but I always feel that at least this little guy, she definitely won't."

Just as she was talking, Ciri was like a hamster, wrapping herself tightly in the thick blanket that Lan En had put on her, leaving only her mouse-gray hair exposed.

He was still muttering softly in his sleep: "If you apologize to me, I won't tell grandma, and you won't have to behead your head. Otherwise, wouldn't it be enough to apologize? Why don't you bow to me?" Chris Ding! Get away from me with your snot!"

Listening to the little girl bargaining with the demon hunters about "reducing the sentence" in her dream, and muttering about love and hate, the adults couldn't help laughing.

Fortunately, Xili was sleeping deeply and she was not woken up.

Geralt patted the little girl's body. He usually didn't have the patience to deal with children like this.

But today, maybe it was the warm scent of Xili's body that was like a feather pillow that affected him.

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