Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 316 315. Free Swallow

Lan En listened and shook his head slightly.

From the perspective of someone who took liberal arts in the college entrance examination and is a history buff, Aisna should indeed accept a 'robber' as her friend.

Although it is humiliating and dangerous, after the overall gap between dryads and humans has reached this point, this is a strategy that must be accepted.

But on the other hand, no one is qualified to persuade the tree spirits to accept the cooperation of those who want to exterminate their race.

No one is qualified.

After Vesemir was speechless for a while, he asked directly: "What about my mission, Ms. Aisna?"

"I will listen to what you have to say, but this does not mean that I have any interest in what you say. I just want to make it easier for you to report to King Wenslav, showing that you have done your best and deserve the reward you deserve. Only That’s all.”

"Greatful."

Vesemir knew that he could not change the mind of the Dryad Queen. He was just an old witcher, and he should only focus on his mercenary money.

Suddenly, his hand with the fingerless glove grabbed Geralt's forearm beside him without leaving any trace.

The old witcher was very familiar with the apprentice he brought out. Before Geralt opened his mouth, Vesemir already knew that he wanted to speak.

Normally, Geralt could always listen to the old man's experience, which was completely different from another wolf-sect witcher with a foul mouth and arrogance.

But this time it was different. Vesemir didn't hold Geralt down.

"That child, Ms. Aisna! What to do with that child?"

"Why are you asking this?" Eisna looked at Geralt with cold eyes. "You know very well what she will do."

"But she's not an ordinary farm girl, she's a princess!"

"Princess or queen, it doesn't matter in Broccolion, and no one cares. If you want to talk again."

When Aisna said this, she looked at the young man.

"For Lan En's sake, I will give you a chance to watch the ceremony tonight. It's up to you whether you come or not."

The slender but powerful and majestic Dryad Queen walked out of the room after finishing speaking, leaving only four men behind.

Vesemir and Geralt both frowned, looking distressed and serious.

Lan En stood against the wall with his arms folded, his expression not distressed, just hesitant.

The atmosphere fell into silence, and everyone was tangled and depressed in their hearts.

Until Jazz on the bed spoke hesitantly.

"Um, you, are you really Lan En of Cintra, [Hunter Lord]?"

That tone was filled with embarrassment that made you want to curl your toes.

After hearing this, Lan En broke away from his thoughts and glanced at Jazz lying on the bed.

The wounded man's body felt tense involuntarily.

"Yes, sir. I am the 'damn [Hunter]' you said. But you don't have to put on that expression. I won't draw my sword and chop you just because you said a few words lightly. "

"In fact, if my behavior really gets you into trouble, then I think it's normal for you to complain a few times."

With a strange look on his face, Baron Bodrog lay back down in the nursing position that Lan En had placed for him.

Perhaps it was the rumors that distorted [Hunter Lord]'s character and style into a brutal and ferocious look. Now when he saw a beautiful, handsome, and reasonable person in person, the sense of absurdity even outweighed the panic.

Jazz's interaction with Lan broke the silence in the room.

Geralt's paralyzed face had a rare expression of distraught.

"Lan En, old Aisna seemed to have a different eye on you just now. I don't want to ask what the situation is. I just want to ask, um. Can you take Ciri away? Take out Brok Leon?"

The young man raised his eyebrows.

Ms. Eisna in front of you, old Eisna behind your back, right?

How dare you say that when you're in Brock Leon's treehouse! Everyone can hear it, okay?

Before Lan En could answer, Vesemir interrupted Geralt's questioning.

"I stopped you just now, White Wolf. Why do you continue to talk and question Eisna in front of her? Do you know how dangerous this is? You and I almost couldn't get out of this forest!"

"That concerns Ciri's future. She cannot become a dryad."

"Yes, I admit that that little girl is quite cute. But I have to consider your safety first, White Wolf!"

Vesemir grabbed the gap in the armor plate on Geralt's shoulder and forced him to look at him. The tone was like an old father scolding his son who refused to change despite repeated admonitions.

"Geralt, I am here just for a mission! A mission that is no different from killing water ghosts or evil ghosts! Just make money and leave, it's as simple as that. But when you come, the nature has changed! First of all, I want to Take care of you! I will never allow it."

"I will never allow you to do stupid things in front of me! Do you hear me clearly?!"

This was the first time Lan En saw this kind-faced old man really angry after meeting Vesemir.

Geralt, the cold-faced villain, lowered his head under the old man's spit, not even daring to look directly into his eyes.

But at the same time, Geralt stubbornly tightened his lips, refusing to admit his mistakes as the 'unrepentable son'.

The situation came to a standstill, and the solid atmosphere made the Baron almost crawl out of the room regardless of his injuries.

But a pair of large hands with studded leather gloves pressed directly on Vesemir's hand and Geralt's shoulder, and the strong force forced the two to separate.

"There's no need to be so nervous, Vesemir. Esna won't do anything to you. Geralt just said a few words."

Even for my sake, you will come out of the forest safely.

Lan En thought.

After calming down the angry Vesemir, Lan turned back to Geralt.

"If Eisna keeps Ciri just to expand the race, I would be sure to let him go. But the problem is, Geralt."

Having said this, the young man's cat eyes looked seriously at the other person's cat eyes that were already blooming with joy.

"I'm not sure that Ciri's life will be good after she walks out of the forest?"

"What do you mean? She is the princess of Cintra. Of course she will live a well-fed and carefree life after she goes out!"

"Yes, you can be sure of having good clothes and good food. But being carefree?"

Lan En asked rhetorically.

"While she is enjoying the rich life, she wants to marry an annoying person and have children. If she is really someone who can accept this situation just for the sake of rich life, that's it. But... do you think that's the case with Ciri?"

Geralt was speechless for a moment.

He thought of everything in the past few days, the disapproving tone of the little guy with gray hair and green eyes when he talked about the palace, and the joyful laughter when he was running freely in the forest. No.

There are many people in this world who are willing to sleep with and have children with someone they don't even like for the sake of good clothing, food, wealth, and wealth.

But that's definitely not Ciri!

She is a free swallow. If she has to live in a gold birdcage to be materially wealthy, then she is willing to forage for food and take risks by herself.

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