Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 573 574. A difficult life

Ciri lowered her mouse-gray-haired little head, struggled to control the horse, and got closer to Dandelion.

"I'm sorry, Dandelion."

she says.

"I shouldn't have lost my temper with you just now. Because at least you tried your best to help, but I still could only watch from behind."

"That girl. Her family are all subjects of Cintra. They reclaim forest land here, pay taxes on time, and live honestly. I think I have a responsibility to them."

"Ah, although it's really interesting that a subjugated princess thinks she has responsibilities. Before the army of men in black invaded Sintra, I never thought that they were still living in my country."

As he spoke, Xili's voice became choked with sobs.

Geralt, who was leading the way on horseback, turned his head slightly.

And Dandelion, this pompously dressed poet, used a gentle voice at this time, gently patting Ciri on the shoulder like an uncle trying to persuade a child.

"Stop it. I don't care, kid."

"No." Xili shook her head with tears in her eyes.

"That girl should say thank you to you. I just feel that Cintra, my grandmother, and I did not protect her well. I owe her, and she should not say thank you to me. So this feeling of guilt makes me You guys, get angry at the people closest to me now."

"This is my fault."

Dandelion lifted Ciri from her horse to him: "Okay, stop talking, stop talking."

Then Ciri's crying gradually stopped, and Geralt's face, which had been slightly turned away, also turned back to the front.

"Now it seems that you are indeed a good friend."

Lan En didn't know when he came to Dandelion's horse and said something.

This elicited a compliment from the poet that seemed flattered in return.

"Greetings, the illustrious Lord Hunter. My name is Julian Alfred Pankratz, and my friends call me Dandelion."

This kind of exaggerated performance would be annoying to others, but Dandelion always has the ability to make people dislike this kind of performance.

"Hmm, do you have to be so formal? I thought we were not fleeing, but at a banquet of some nobleman."

Gerd grumbled in the background.

"Of course, if you like this, I don't object to such exchanges."

Lan En said with a smile, while running in sync with the horse, his upper body made standard court etiquette.

Dandelion swore that he thought he would never see such a standard and elegant salute in his life.

"Your etiquette is impressive."

Being able to run as fast as a horse is impressive in itself.

"In this chaotic and collapsed world, we can still see the politeness and manners that represent order. To be honest, this gives me a little comfort in my heart."

"Ha, I think it was Lann's size and his sword that made you feel safe, Dandelion."

When Geralt was with Dandelion, he seemed to automatically be able to express a few high-level sarcastic remarks.

Coupled with his rather interesting dead face, at least Lan En's mood improved a little tonight.

"Okay, then we are all acquainted. But I still have a question."

Lan En said to them.

"Where are you going with so many horses? What are you doing?"

If you want to eat, then you can last for a long time by removing the edible meat from the two horses and wrapping them up.

However, as Geralt and the others were leaving, they were cleaning up the traces they left while gathering twenty horses before leaving.

"If you want to flee, I don't recommend bringing so many livestock. The target is too big."

Lan En said calmly.

But before Geralt, who was leading the way, could answer him, Dandelion explained.

"We want to escape, but Lan En. It's difficult for just a few people to escape."

There was a wry smile on the poet's face, as if he had eaten yellow lotus.

"To put it simply, we have joined a refugee group. We have survived until now by supporting each other, and for the foreseeable future, we will continue to rely on the strength of the team to survive."

Things in the world are always so contradictory.

Generally, in the face of a catastrophic disaster, people's hearts collapse, moral and legal standards collapse, and human beings become threats to each other.

Logically speaking, you should reduce your involvement with others, stay alone, and be self-reliant.

But there is no doubt that this is just the imagination of stupid people.

Human beings are social creatures. Not socializing with others for a long time in a high-pressure environment is a behavior that goes against nature and can even lead to suicide.

And there is no doubt that there is strength in numbers.

There is a limit to what one person can accomplish, so his ability to face risks is also very weak. Once there are more people, many things that were originally impossible will no longer be considered problems, and the ability to survive will also be greatly improved.

The war was like a whirlpool that tore apart everything, including the Nilfgaardian army, the remnants of Cintra's army, the bandits who took the opportunity to rob, and the armies of other countries waiting at the border.

These intricate forces cut Cintra's territory into tiny pieces.

No matter who wants to go from one 'small piece' to the next, it will be impossible without the awareness of peeling off the skin.

If a person is acting alone and can cross two or three 'small blocks', even if he is alive, he is basically as good as dying, and this is considered an extremely lucky situation.

The closer we get to the edge of Cintra, the more vigilant and cruel the Nilfgaardians and other armies become.

It was almost killed to ashes.

Lan En was able to come in from the outside so easily, firstly because his alchemy leather bag could carry supplies without having to worry about supplies along the way.

The second reason is that his physical fitness is obviously beyond that of normal humans, and he can walk in places that cannot be called "roads" under normal circumstances.

If he brings even one more ordinary person with him, Lan En will have to re-plan his route, and there is a high probability that he will encounter these chaotic armed forces.

"But if it's a refugee group, your target will also be big, right? It will attract the attention of the Nilfgaardians."

Lan En keenly discovered the contradiction.

If you want to survive, you have to recruit people to cooperate. If there were more people in Korah, the Nilfgaardians would notice him.

"We don't have time to think so much or so far."

Dandelion shook his head.

"First of all, you have to make sure you survive today, right?"

This simple statement makes a lot of sense.

In a place where even surviving to tomorrow depends on luck, thinking about the 'future' and 'possibilities' is just a waste of brains.

"Last question: Since it is a refugee group, there should be a leader in charge."

"This man's name is Haxor." Geralt said before Dandelion could, as if he wanted to emphasize it specifically to Lan.

"He turned out to be the palace director of Cintra, and his son was a knight of Cintra. Sounds pretty normal, right?"

"But I always felt that the way he looked at Xili was abnormal, so even if we went out to look for supplies, we did not leave Xili in the camp."

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