Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 567 568. Dandelion Ciri

Gede was scouting forward and hurried back half an hour later.

He looked excited and started gesticulating from afar. When he came to the crowd, he did not report the situation immediately. Instead, he pinched his nose and blew it hard, making a loud noise comparable to a shepherd's horn.

"Don't scare away the prey."

Geralt growled lowly, but the little girl with mouse-gray hair beside him didn't seem to resent this rude move.

"Tell me, what's going on ahead?"

Geralt had no grudges or hostility towards Gerd.

In fact, he admired this man from the Xiong School for traveling hundreds of miles to find him, send him letters, and accompany him to pick up people.

Although Gerd said he was doing this for their mutual friend, Geralt was still grateful to him.

It's just that this guy Gede doesn't look like another bear school he knows at all. Can't he control his unrestrained attitude towards life?

——They are on the run now!

"There is a settlement ahead," Gerd said indifferently to Geralt's growl, and wiped his fingers with the hem of his armor-clad robe.

"It's in a clearing. There are three wooden houses, a barn, and several small houses made of mud and straw... There is a dog running around in the yard, and there is smoke coming from the chimney. Someone is cooking, it's Kagami. Oatmeal with milk.”

"You entered the kitchen?" Dandelion laughed, "and peeked into the rice pot? How else did you know it was oatmeal?"

Dandelion, a famous poet in the north, was the kind of "famous" who could sing at the king's banquet from beginning to end and no one could say a word of dissatisfaction, and would receive personal thanks from the king.

His elegant and fashionable soft cloth hat had a heron feather in it, and he wore a flamboyant cherry red waistcoat and breeches.

Generally speaking, he should also smell of perfume and have his beard and sideburns neatly trimmed. Only in this way can he have the opportunity to sleep with their wives or daughters after singing for the nobles.

But now, even the conspicuous cherry red clothes have been covered up by a lot of dirt and turned into an indescribable weird color.

When Gerald found Geralt, the famous poet was traveling with his best friend, a witcher.

This is something that both Geralt and Dandelion are familiar with. In fact, all of Dandelion's poems about witchers were written while traveling with Geralt.

It is for this reason that [White Wolf] Geralt of Rivia can be called the most famous demon hunter in the world.

So on this journey to take back the son of destiny, the poet was naturally excited and wanted to go along with him.

Even before they entered the borders of Cintra, Dandelion had already decided on three or four themes for new poetry.

But unfortunately, just when Dandelion had set a fifth optional theme for his poem, the Nilfgaardians called.

So the trip to pick up people turned into an escape from the war.

Fortunately, maybe there really is a guide of destiny, and they still found the destined son of [White Wolf].

"Don't underestimate me, poet."

There was a gap under Gede's beard, and there were yellow teeth and bad breath.

His beard, which he shaved as soon as it grew out, has now turned into a beard, which quickly became tangled due to poor hygiene.

"It's winter now, so the smell doesn't spread easily. But I'm not sure about other aspects. I can pinch the aroma of this food with my hands!"

"But!" Geralt's deep and steady voice emphasized, "Isn't this even more abnormal?"

"What's wrong? Oatmeal sounds good, I'd love to try it. Xiao Xili must also miss the taste of milk oatmeal, right?"

Dandelion blinked at the little girl with mouse-grey hair.

But the originally lively and cheerful little girl just responded with a normal smile. No wisecracks, no tomboyish energy just a smile.

Dandelion knew in his heart that the tragedy in Cintra had spread throughout the city, and he felt his liver tremble even if he could say another word about that scene.

This little girl, who Geralt said was 'full of energy', could still manage to smile after experiencing everything firsthand, which was already a sign of her extraordinary strength.

"Actually, Geralt is right," said Gerd. "Also, please be quiet, Dandelion. It's not time to write poetry now."

"If milk is added to the oatmeal, it means there are cows there. Whenever the black smoke of war is seen, a farmer will lead the cows and run away into the forest. But why don't the farmers there run away? That's why I didn't act rashly, but rushed back to discuss it together. s reason."

It was said that they were 'discussing together', but Gerd was obviously just staring at Geralt, waiting for the wolf sect to make up his mind with him.

Xili's little mind is very good, but unfortunately she is still affected by emotions and is not a big person.

Dandelion is simply a loser.

Finally, the sound of intestinal peristalsis coming from Geralt's stomach tipped the scale of weighing.

"Let's take a look." Geralt wiped his face and said.

"In these years, you have to seize every opportunity to get food, otherwise you will die stupidly."

So the four people began to move forward under the leadership of Gede.

After arriving at the place, they found that Gede's description was quite accurate.

There was a clearing that had been cut down and cleared.

There were indeed three cabins, a barn, and a few thatched cottages in the middle of the clearing. There is a large pool of mud in the farmyard that is so wet that it reflects the moonlight.

Surrounding the houses and a small, neglected field was a battered fence, inside which a mangy dog ​​was barking. Smoke rose from the roof of one of the wooden houses, drifting lazily across the straw-covered roof.

"This smoke smells great." The poet poked his nose up intoxicated, "Especially after my nose has become accustomed to the disgusting smell of war, the smell of cooking firewood actually seems a bit poetic at this moment."

In the end, the four of them decided that Ged and Dandelion would go to negotiate and see if they could buy something or exchange something.

Geralt hid behind to prevent any accidents and looked after Ciri.

In these chaotic years, even if you are buying or selling things, you have to be prepared to take out a knife at the next moment.

Ged and Dandelion carefully left the bush and walked toward the houses. They walked slowly, looking around carefully.

The dog caught their scent and began to bark wildly and run around the yard, ignoring the poet's soothing words and whistles.

The door to the cabin opened. Geralt raised the crossbow and drew the string in one smooth motion, then put it down again.

A short, slender girl with long braids rushed out the door. She waved her arms and shouted something. Gede spread his hands and shouted something in reply, and the girl continued to yell.

Geralt could hear the shouting, but the night wind was howling and he couldn't make out what she was shouting.

Gede and Dandelion, who were close by, obviously heard her words clearly. They immediately turned around and hurried back to the woods. Geralt raised his crossbow again, turning his body to find the target.

Among them, Gede walked relatively calmly, but Dandelion said something unpleasant. He was panting like a dead dog while running.

"smallpox!"

Dandelion shouted.

"There's a plague here!"

"Oh, gods." Geralt lowered his crossbow and murmured.

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