Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 604 606. Keep up

Lan En didn't care about many things.

This is a difference that Geralt can clearly feel.

Many things that humans and intelligent creatures in this world care about are completely indifferent to him.

Just like today.

He didn't even symbolically cherish the aristocratic status that was enough for a family to struggle for several generations.

Gerd also left.

Only these sixty warriors were left looking at Geralt longingly.

What made Geralt even more worried was...

"What are you going to do?!"

"You know better!"

The little girl with mouse-grey hair struggled to pull out a sheathed sword from her backpack.

That was the Bear School steel sword made of ordinary material that Gede had replaced.

The half-hand sword of the Xiong School is larger and wider than the regular specifications on the market. In Xili's petite hand, it looks more like a big sword.

The little girl gritted her teeth, causing her apples to bulge.

"Hakso's letter said, 'It is the responsibility of the Sintra people to resist the invasion'! I am a Sintra person! I spat at him when I was leaving, and I want to apologize in person."

"You will only cause trouble if you go."

Geralt pulled Ciri back with a headache, but saw the girl's emerald eyes.

Then his body stiffened.

Because there is no unreasonable arrogance and childishness in those young and clear eyes, but a kind of awareness.

She means it.

That realization was born from the complex emotions of anger, fear, and guilt about Haktho's misunderstanding that his homeland was invaded.

Faced with this look, Geralt clearly understood that persuasion was impossible.

After everything she had experienced, she was no longer the little girl crying helplessly in the darkness outside Sintra.

She took the initiative and picked up the sword.

After a brief stalemate, there was another movement around Geralt.

That was the sound of the lute being picked up from the ground and carried on the back.

"Dandelion, don't cause trouble!"

"It's not me who is causing trouble, I think it's because you don't shed tears when you don't see the coffin." The poet spread his hands. "As if you can convince this young lady, the final result has already been decided, isn't it?"

"You can beat her, scold her, or even tie her up temporarily, but you also know in your heart that the first thing she will do after she escapes is to go that way. Who can trap a swallow?"

"But that's none of your business, Dandelion. You can"

"If the next words out of your mouth are 'You should leave,' then we will no longer be friends whether I live or not, Geralt."

The poet took off his hat with the heron feathers on it, held it in his hand, and looked at it seriously.

"If there is no risk in this matter, then of course I will watch you fight in a safe place as before, and maybe sing a song to listen to it. But just because this time is very dangerous, for the sake of our friendship, You should hold back what you want to say now!"

After being scolded by his friend, Geralt turned back to look at the stubborn girl.

"I'm not a hard-hearted bastard, Dandelion, Ciri. Of course I also want to help. This sentence may sound a little cold, but I still want to say: In my heart, the safety of you two is the most important thing. .If I were alone, I probably wouldn’t hesitate at all.”

The little girl looked at Geralt eagerly.

He suddenly sighed dejectedly.

"So if I feel that I can't protect you both, I will take you out."

Ciri nodded excitedly.

After saying that, Geralt turned to look at Lincoln.

"Bury this notepad nearby and mark it. You actually want to go back, right?"

No one answered him, but every warrior here, their hands holding their weapons were creaking.

"It's up to you. We'll have thirty people."

Then, Lincoln called out a few names, all of which were the people who had shown the most anger just now.

He knew that since Lan En started, the remaining people couldn't stay.

"And the rest of us will wait here for a day. I hope you can turn back in time when you have to, as you said, Master Geralt."

What he did was obviously the same thing as committing suicide in normal thinking, but the soldiers whose names were not called, as well as Lincoln himself, all showed strong unwillingness.

But even so, Lincoln and them still showed rare restraint.

For them, ensuring the integrity of this war record is more important than their lives, and more important than their inner reluctance.

Geralt nodded, turned around and left with the others.

"Did you see Lan's expression when he turned to leave, Geralt? It was so beautiful!"

The crowd drifted away as Dandelion's chatter became noisier and livelier again.

"So, you like men now?"

"No, I appreciate all beautiful things, but I only go to bed with women. Ciri, forget this sentence first and listen to it later."

"Ah? Why?"

"There is no reason. In short, this picture alone is enough for me to write a poem! How about calling it "Noble Fury"? I wanted to kneel down to him and tell the truth. I have thought about it, and the opening chapter One sentence will shock the hearts of the people: Let the noble wrath boil over! Let the holy war begin!"

"Look, this is the infectious power of a hero! He can awaken the bravery in people's hearts! Oh, of course. I'm not saying that our previous adventures were not heroic enough, Geralt. But you understand, right? It was your previous heroic actions. It’s all a bit, uh, sophisticated?”

"I guess you mean 'it's not big enough', you can just say that. I can handle it."

"Aha! I knew you understood me! I am the one who can teach you to understand the slang among poets."

They left talking and laughing.

At this time, the sky was white, and it was just early morning. The cold and wet mist rose from the woods, and the footsteps of the departing people crushed the fallen leaves and dead branches, making them appear shadowy.

It's like just going to a place in the forest and having fun.

It's like just going somewhere with friends for a date.

"Noble Fury." Beside Lincoln, a soldier looked at their departing figures with envy. "I quite want to hear it."

"I will." Lincoln held the tome he had recorded by his own hand and huddled tightly in his arms. As if saying to himself, "It will be heard, Master Dandelion will sing it himself. In the future."

The huge figure passed over the undulating slopes and passed through the dry but dense deep forest. He rubbed the hilt of the knife at his waist, and the refurbished alchemy leather bag hung on his waist.

"Sir, please calm down."

The biological brain marked a red alert icon on Lan En's retina.

It no longer makes playful jokes with its subject, but returns to its professional and precise state.

Because just by looking at that emotional curve, it also knows what state its subject is in now.