Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 572 573. Meeting old friends

The sword was good, but Geralt wasn't the kind of person who would take something from a friend and not want to give it back.

His weather-beaten but still handsome face only showed a bit of reluctance, but he still turned the long sword upside down in his hand and handed the hilt to Lan En.

"No, you don't have to give it back to me."

Lan En shook his head, but instead took out the scabbard matching the long sword and handed over another silver sword.

"This is a gift from your master blacksmith of the Wolf School. It's hard to be stuck in a war zone without something good to do."

"Is it Master Berengar?"

Gerd wiped off the neck of the last Nilfgaardian soldier and approached him from the side to ask.

This caught Geralt's gaze.

I was thinking about the master blacksmith of our school. Why do you feel that you guys from the Xiong School are more familiar with it than me?

However, in view of the harsh and dangerous environment, Geralt put away the two long swords without saying anything and tied them to his back.

"Yes, Berengar. He's got a set for you too."

Lan En handed the two swords of the Bear School to Gede and hugged his friend.

It's more comfortable than Geralt, at least I don't have to bend too much.

"Thank you, man. You faithfully completed my entrustment, even if you put yourself in danger."

Lan En patted Gede on the back and said with emotion.

"Haha, let's not use these polite words between us."

The poet, who was prostrate in the pit with the heron feather on his hat pressed down, came to the three of them with light steps at some point.

He first poked the waist of Geralt standing next to him with his finger, and raised his chin towards Lan En, who was obviously taller and stronger than everyone else.

Geralt slapped his hand away with a bit of disgust, and then nodded to him, indicating that Lan En was indeed their friend.

Dandelion was relieved. After all, when Lan rushed past him, he felt like he had encountered a landslide!

Geralt had to fight with some twenty Nilfgaardian soldiers, so he still had the guts to follow him and help, but he had to fight with someone like Lann.

He could only promise that he would not leave him and run away. At worst, they would die together, but he probably wouldn't dare to take action.

At this time, the poet, who was relieved again, also saw the obviously unusual long sword in Geralt's hand.

and let out a muffled exclamation.

"Valyrian steel! You have a Valyrian steel sword in your hand!"

"Valley what?"

Looking at Geralt's dead face, although Dandelion had long been accustomed to his friend's behavior, he still felt a sense of embarrassment that no one responded to his feelings after he expressed them.

Poets are most afraid of this.

"Valyrian steel! The hottest new material on the market now! Even the dwarves are buying it in large quantities! When have you ever seen those dwarves buy steel instead of selling it?"

After saying this, the poet spoke in a tone similar to singing.

"'Like water waves, like smoke! Forged in dragon flames, unyielding to mortal iron!'. This is the description of the weapon my friend prepared for the protagonist in his poem. Although I think it is inferior, at least the characteristics are quite accurate."

"I heard that the finished weapons made from this thing are all made by famous craftsmen, and even a single base would cost this much!"

Dandelion gave Geralt the 'six' sign.

Geralt silently said, "Wow, no wonder I don't know about this thing, because I rarely pay attention to things I can't afford."

Xili in the distance staggered over from the hillside where they had originally hidden their figures.

"Are you guys OK?"

She hurried over after seeing the battle end.

Geralt raised his hand and waved at her, telling her not to get too close. After all, there was still smallpox here.

Next to this small hut, the girl with long braids put her hands on the ground and sat up on her knees. She stood up unsteadily, tugging in vain at her torn clothes with trembling hands.

The girl wiped her face with uncoordinated movements and staggered toward the cabin, walking straight through the mud and blood on the ground.

"Hey, wait." Shirley felt that as the only woman in this scene, she seemed to have the responsibility to give more care, so she shouted, "Hey, do you need help? Hey!"

The girl didn't even look back. She tripped over the threshold and almost fell down. Fortunately, she grabbed the door handle in time, walked into the house, and slammed the door.

The original joy of friends meeting each other in adversity has dissipated under the heavy closing of this life.

Several people present were slightly silent.

"It's a pity. I thought she could say thank you to us for taking the risk for our righteous act."

The poet tries to brighten the mood with wisecracks.

But Ciri turned around sharply and stared at Dandelion.

"How else can she say thank you?"

"Indeed," Lan En added lightly from the side, "What does she have to be grateful for?"

After going through all this, it would be nice for that girl to be alive and not crazy.

"Thanks for those soldiers' horses."

Geralt stood in front of Dandelion and met Ciri's eyes.

"We'll take as much as we need but still leave some. She can kill them for meat so she doesn't have to kill the cows. She's apparently immune to smallpox and now doesn't even have to starve."

"She will survive, because the Nilfgaardians who come later will have a calm mind when they see the corpses on the ground, and then they will understand that smallpox is not a lie or an excuse, and then they will keep their distance."

"In a few days, when she comes to her senses, she will understand that it was us who prevented the Nilfgaardians from continuing to harm her, and also prevented these houses and the property left by her relatives from being burned down. Now, while we You haven’t caught the plague yet, so you’d better get out of here quickly.”

"Dandelion, go and take that guy's boots away. His feet are about the same size as yours, and he didn't go in for 'fun' just now. You don't have to complain about how your pair of shoes for attending banquets are in the way here." .”

The experienced White Wolf quickly handled everything in an orderly manner.

They chose to ride on the horses that Lan En had brought in the raid just now, and also took away twenty horses from these Nilfgaard scouts.

From a distance it looks a bit like a small pony team.

Only then did Xili discover that the 'giant' who helped them was actually Lan En, whom she knew.

She worked hard to control a smaller horse. From time to time, she secretly looked at Lan En, who had greatly changed in size, and at the same time, she also quietly approached him.

The little princess who had matured a lot opened her mouth several times, but was interrupted by Lan En before she could speak.

The good news: Lan En is still the good friend she knew, and has not changed because of this giant's size.

Bad news: This guy is the same as before. He saw through her easily!

"You wanted to say hello to me first, but it's a pity that the most important thing you should do now is not talk to me. You know it in your heart, don't you?"

Lan En glanced at the little girl with mouse-grey hair and said with a smile.

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