Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 288. 287. The Play of Bear and Wolf

"Is the situation, is it bad?"

The noble lady looked nervous, and it could be seen that she cared about her brother very much, but caring was often useless.

Geralt was trying to decide what to say, so as not to make the lady feel that she had done something wrong.

"Rumours distort the truth of the matter, the vital clues. All I can assure from the mouths of these villagers are things that are already well-known: Sir and a woman have sex, and then one day the woman disappears, and Sir becomes a cormorant. mortar. Hoo~"

The cold-faced witcher sighed slightly.

"To be honest, there are very few noble ladies who are as tolerant as you. You allow the peasants in the territory to chew on their knights for so long without stopping."

In fact, a normal lord would break several whips on the lords as soon as the rumors started to spread.

Lords with a more violent temper will erect a few long wooden poles in conspicuous places in the territory, on which hanged corpses will be hung like wind chimes.

Geralt couldn't tell if he was complaining about the expected increase in his workload in his sigh, or lamenting the rare kindness of this noble lady.

He wasn't in a bad mood anyway.

"Please let these villagers go back, Miss Elisa. Next, I will conduct a field survey, please."

The witcher with creamy white hair was standing casually, ready to say, 'Please take me to see your brother, that cormorant'.

But after his cat eyes casually glanced at the crowd gathered outside the manor, the center of gravity of his body immediately fell on the toes of his left foot.

It looks as natural as changing the posture after standing for a long time, but in fact, this is a standing posture that can start to rotate, shift, and swing the sword at any time.

In short, it's a battle-ready stance of full vigilance.

Someone in the crowd caught Geralt's attention.

He was tall and strong, although he was unremarkable at first glance among a group of farmers wrapped three layers in and out.But the witcher's power of observation is far beyond that of ordinary people.

After a glance, he found an obvious sense of disobedience——

The proportions of the man are fantastic.

Even though he was wearing obviously heavy equipment and was nearly two meters tall, his body proportions were still unusually coordinated.

Looking again, Geralt spotted the silver necklace flashing through the cloak.

It was the head of a growling bear.

The noble lady had never learned any sword skills, so of course she couldn't see any changes in Geralt, she just wondered why the witcher stopped talking halfway.

"Master? Master witcher? What's wrong with you?"

"No, I just met a friend. Please let these people go home. I'll catch up with that 'friend' first."

Miss Elisa stared blankly at the master witcher, his cat eyes were staring motionlessly at somewhere in the crowd.
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Lan En walked out together with the dispersed people. Wearing a black cloak and hood, he looked inconspicuous in the gloomy winter sky.

This was the first master witcher he had seen besides Bordung.

Berengar doesn't count, that guy has been working as a laborer for overtime to earn wages, at least for almost ten years.

The creamy white-haired witcher fit his perception of a master witcher.

Professional, calm, patient, vigilant... The characteristics of the profession of a witcher are vividly displayed in him.

Even in the wolf school with the most complete knowledge inheritance, this guy is probably the most outstanding group.

But now, this outstanding demon hunter has stopped in front of him.

In a narrow alley of the village, the witcher, who carried the two swords on the side of the horse's belly on his back, was standing against the wall with his arms folded.

After Lann entered the alley, he stood up straight and faced the young witcher.

"This job has already been taken by me, from the Bear School. And I think the difficulty of this job, a demon hunter is enough to handle it, and there is no need to distribute bounties to those who come to help automatically."

Geralt's deep and hoarse voice sounded in the alley, as always, he had the charm of a mature man, but Lan En always felt like he was listening to it.
This guy seems a little resentful?

So Lan En, who was told to explain the school, simply lifted the hood on his head and asked bluntly.

"Of course, the well-known [White Wolf], the master of the witcher. A mere curse that turns people into birds, you must be able to deal with it alone. But what is the inexplicable resentment in your tone? If I didn't If I remember correctly, this should be the first time the two of us have met."

Geralt did what most people do when they see Lane's face for the first time. He froze for a moment, then shook his head to regain consciousness.

Lan En's words made the corner of his cold mouth twitch slightly, and the resentment grew stronger.

"That's right, it's the first time in our lives that we've met, but last time I met Xiong Xuepai, it wasn't a pleasant encounter."

"Oh? What do you say?"

Lane tilted his head and asked curiously.

It seemed that Lan En didn't mean to make trouble, so Geralt didn't immediately put his palm on the hilt behind his back.

"Our expression is to reduce trouble, but you are really emotionless and don't know how to understand the world."

"Last time I passed by and saw your people hunting a petrified cockatrice, and went up to help. But the beast just lay down, the blood was still hot, and your people pulled out the steel sword after changing hands, telling me that he didn't invite me Participating in the mission, this bounty is all his, if he wants to share it, he draws his sword. Is he out of his mind? I don't want to share the money at all!"

Lan En pursed his lips and smiled awkwardly.

Geralt made a dead face coldly, but said in his mouth that others don't understand the world. This scene is much more interesting than his cold jokes.

However, the situation described in his words does not seem to be fake based on Lan En's understanding of Boerdong.

"The mutant formula of the Xiong School, you said that he has a mental illness, and you are right."

Although Lan En had no sense of belonging to the Bear School, he still had a badge around his neck. Facing a resentful Wolf School demon hunter, he could only smile awkwardly.

"But don't worry, I'm not here to grab business. To be honest, I just learned about curses, and I haven't lifted any curses myself. Originally, I just wanted to follow you and observe the actual combat."

As he spoke, Lan took out a shiny Oren coin from the alchemy pouch on his back waist, and flicked it to Geralt.

The wolf faction on the opposite side raised his hand, and it happened to be in the palm of his hand.

He raised an eyebrow at Lan En suspiciously.

The young man spread his hands with a smile.

"I'm not the same as the one you met. Reciprocity, I'm familiar."

"Let me follow you to see the actual case of lifting the curse. I will help you when you are in trouble. If you learn something, I will give you some teaching fees. Is this a good deal?"

Geralt's eyes were on Oren's hands, and Lane's face was moving back and forth.In the end, he put the gold coin into his pocket with a strange expression.

"It seems that you are indeed different from most bear schools."

"The well-known [Hunting Lord], the master witcher who slaughtered the entire Earl's manor."

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