Astartes of the Bear School

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Early the next morning, the two rode horses and galloped along the road, and the cormorants in the sky guided them.

The cold wind in winter is mixed with the water vapor by the lake, which makes people feel wet and cold.

The clouds in the sky linger, and the wind makes a low whine as it passes through the reeds.

Ser Freixnet in the sky seems to be having a good time with the cursed lady.

The location of their tryst centered on Ham, and almost spread across several surrounding villages.

Lane and Geralt rode into an ordinary small village, which was no different from other villages on the mainland.

On the muddy road with cow dung, dogs, cats, and poultry walked by barking.

Two hooded knights came galloping, and all the villagers watched behind closed doors, no one dared to speak up.

Fortunately, the target of the two is not in this village. Jazz took his lover all the way to a tryst, and the target is definitely not this small village.

Geralt dragged the brim of the hood up his head, his pupils contracted and focused, and quickly locked on to a white spot in the sky.

"Through it, not far to the southeast from here."

Tilting his head slightly to explain, the white wolf grabbed the radish's belly and jumped straight over.

Lan En drove Popai to start at the same time almost the moment he started.

He didn't want to be splashed by the 'mud spots' thrown from the radish's hoof just because he was one step behind.

A young witcher with a funny expression under his hood.

"This old guy looks like a scarface, but he's actually rotten behind his back!"

It's not the kind of 'bad' who has a crooked mind and wants to harm someone.It's the kind that is as bad as a brat who likes to trick people!
How old is this old guy?

Lan En made wild guesses about the age of the old man.

Soon, the two of them passed through the village and came to a deserted field in slack farming, intertwined with many withered branches and leaves.

The ground is between the gaps divided by the ridges, and it does not seem to belong to any farmer here.

The cormorant in the sky had already landed beside it, and it seemed that it didn't want to get close to it at all. It just stood on the ridge of the barren field, pointed at the pile of dead branches with one wing and quacked.

"A piece of rose bush?"

The two dismounted and walked to the edge of the withered branches. Lan En's knowledge of alchemy allowed him to see what the pile of withered branches looked like at a glance.

Immediately, Mr. Lan, a country youth, looked at the cormorant with a lot of admiration in his eyes.

"You bring your lover to see the rose bushes that grow in the gaps in the field. In the field! You can see everything at a glance! There are a lot of people!"

Lan En didn't believe that Fesnet brought his lover here just to enjoy the flowers.

Although men and women in this world are relatively open in terms of 'sexuality', they work in the fields where everyone works. Niu!
The cormorant quacked, turned around and pointed its butt at Lan En, motionless.

Geralt also smacked his mouth meaningfully, before calling Lane.

"Okay, the customer's personal hobbies are not within the scope of our services."

So the two began to explore around this not-so-big flower garden.

The necklaces of the bear head and the wolf head did not tremble, which proved that there was no remnant of chaotic magic power here, and it was not the birthplace of the curse.

Turning a strong human male into a cormorant, the traces of magic power left by this curse cannot dissipate invisible after only two years.

"Will roses wither so completely in winter?"

Lan En raised his mouth while pulling away the intertwined branches.

The flower branches that were supposed to be flexible are now as dry as a small wooden stick, and they can be shaken into fly ash when they are pulled.

Geralt was not surprised.

"Before the curse of the cormorant became famous, the villagers should still take care of this flower garden, but when the news of the curse spreads, they probably want to burn it down. Now they don't start the fire because they dare not come here to touch their hands."

"Ha, found it!"

Geralt pulled out a small piece of cloth from the already compacted ground, and then tore it out directly with the clod of soil.

After shaking it off, I realized that it was a piece of cloth with a black lower surface and silver stitches.

"The fabric and workmanship are good, at least not what women in this village should have. Are there any broken places that were bitten and pulled apart by teeth?"

Geralt has the same habit as Lann, or maybe all demon hunters have this habit-they will murmur the phenomena they have obtained with their supernatural senses.

At the end, Geralt gestured to the cormorant by holding up the cloth.

"This is what she was wearing at the time?. Do you like to bite with your mouth?"

The old witcher, who was already well-informed, also felt that this knight seemed to have a wild taste.

The cormorant jumped and moved to a place farther away.

Geralt twitched his lips, it was a solid blow.

He complained to the young man who was watching the excitement.

"Look, this is the difficulty of lifting the curse. The cursed people will always resist when they need to reveal their privacy. Communication is already difficult enough, but they are still unwilling to communicate with us."

The young man smiled and nodded, indicating that he had learned another lesson.

Then, the two of them rode back to the village, and began to ask someone if anyone still remembered what happened back then.

The villagers avoided the curse and were not prepared to communicate with the two witchers at all.

In the end, it was Lan En who found the elders of this village directly, and then used Baron Ham's name and safety as pressure to make him reluctantly tell the villagers what to say.

Geralt was a little surprised to see Lan En breaking out in a cold sweat from what a village elder said in a few words. Although he gritted his teeth and glared at the two, he still cooperated obediently.

"I was ready to take out King Aiweier's documents just now."

Geralt patted his satchel.

"That thing is useless. People in the village don't care what the king said or signed. Baron Ham, who can shake his shovel while harvesting grain, makes them feel even more in awe."

Lan En shrugged indifferently. During the time Oridon lived with Old Allen, he knew people like village elders pretty much.

Geralt nodded: "Looking at your skilled appearance, in fact, if you don't involve curses, you are already a qualified demon hunter who can roam and make money."

"That's the problem." Lan En continued.

"I think I should know what a witcher can do, and I should be good enough. You can just treat me as paranoid. Cursing is an interesting science. Even if I can't use it, I should at least know how to deal with it."

"Ha, a sense of crisis." Geralt commented bitterly on the young man's thoughts. "Practical and necessary feelings, my teacher always wanted me to keep this feeling, he said 'Although no witcher can die peacefully in bed, but always maintaining a sense of crisis can make you die a little later'. "

Lane agrees.

"Words of wisdom."

"Indeed." Geralt himself admitted, "but even if we are too tired, we are human, and we will feel exhausted mentally. So we usually drag a waitress upstairs in a tavern who wants to make extra money, or a few family's favorite brothel. Anyway, by now, even my teacher will 'relax' in due course."

"To be honest, there should be no demon hunters in this world who don't prostitute, right? Then how can they survive?"

Lan En just smiled at the topic and didn't respond.

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