Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 306 305. Vesemir
The mouth-wrenching shouts continued, and Lan En could imagine the scene of an old witcher being aimed at by an indistinct number of dryads in the woods just by hearing the sound.

After all, he had experienced it once before.

"What is he saying?"

While rushing there, Lan asked Geralt who obviously understood the meaning.

Running in the forest with the physical strength of a demon hunter, they are even easier than the aboriginal dryads.

So Geralt answered in the middle of the journey without even losing his breath.

"He was saying hello, showing his identity as a demon hunter, saying that he was familiar with Esna, and that he had lived in Duncanal for a few days. That's where the dryads in Brokleon lived. land."

As he said that, the ancient language over there shouted another sentence, and Geralt suddenly looked surprised.

"Vesemir said he came to see Esna? Did he come to see the Dryad Queen?"

Lan En frowned when he heard Geralt's translation.

He originally thought that King Wenslav had found a long-renowned master demon hunter to deal with some difficult curses and monsters.

But what entrustment would allow Vesemir to go straight to the Dryad Queen?

A female voice who also spoke the ancient language was suddenly inserted into the conversation over there, and finally it was no longer a one-man show by the elders alone.

In the dryad's mouth, the ancient words were like melodious singing.

After Geralt understood their conversation, he directly grabbed Lan En who was still walking forward.

"Okay, stop. The Dryad found us. She was questioning Vesemir just now, when will the witcher come with her?"

"Oh."

Lan En nodded flatly, and put Arondette back into the scabbard around his waist.

If Geralt's words were heard by an ordinary human just now, it would be no different from a sentence of death, because everyone knows how the dryad will treat the human who stepped into Brokleon.

But after all, Lan En was a demon hunter who had met the dryad and even cooperated briefly.

In order not to arouse unnecessary hostility, Geralt and Lann did not move forward, but waited where they were.

After a while, the rustling sound of tree branches and leaves rubbing against each other sounded from all around.

Then, on the route that the two demon hunters had warned for a long time ago, several dryads seemed to appear out of nowhere, and walked out from behind the trees that obviously couldn't cover them.

The bow and arrow in his hand pointed at the eyes of the two witchers.

Geralt held Lane behind him with one hand, and opened his mouth stammeringly: "Esseá Gwinblad!"

Lane guessed he was introducing himself.

To eliminate the basis of hostility, the first step in showing sincerity is to let others know who you are.

But when Geralt converted the common language into the ancient language in his mind, and then spoke it unskillfully.

However, he found that the dryad who surrounded the two of them seemed not to be paying attention to himself, the speaker.

The honey-haired dryad who came out from the opposite side, the focus of his pupils clearly surpassed his own, and reached behind him.

"Hi, see you again, Blaine."

Just like ordinary human acquaintances greeting each other, Lan En raised one hand and waved towards the other side.

"What a coincidence, you patrolled here, and then we met again."

Geralt watched as the honey-haired dryad nodded to the bear cub behind him, then pressed his hand behind him, signaling her kind to put down their bows and arrows.

The corner of his mouth twitched inadvertently.

"When you talk to them, you even use the common language at the beginning? It's a shame they can talk to you."

Geralt glanced back, just in time to meet the young man's questioning gaze.

I don't know Ancient Chinese at all, so I'm sure I can use Common Language throughout.

Geralt pursed his lips. All right.

I knew that good-looking people had an easier life!

It seemed that no one in the room cared about the psychological activities of a lonely old wolf. Brian tilted his head and looked at the silver-haired demon hunter who had cooperated briefly.

"The forest makes us meet again."

After finishing speaking, she turned around and walked towards the direction of the old voice, raised her hand and hooked it behind her, signaling the two demon hunters to follow up obediently.

Following behind the dryad, it seemed that even the entangled branches and weeds in the forest became tame, reducing physical exertion out of thin air.

After walking a short distance behind Brian, Lane and Geralt saw a dryad with brick red hair talking to an old man who was about 1.7 meters tall.

The dryad with brick red hair was the leader of Blaine's team that Lan En had seen before.

And the 1.7-meter old man also has white hair.But Lane's shiny silver hair was different from Geralt's sickly creamy hair.That's the grayish-white color that comes from natural aging.

There is a rosacea on the face that is still flushed, but not serious enough to swell.

He was wearing a composite medium-weight armor made of cotton armor, mail armor, and a few armor pieces interlaced.

In terms of his age, it is unbelievable to be able to wear this armor but still maintain a tall and straight posture, and even to go deep into this position calmly in a virgin forest.

But his amber cat eyes made it all make sense.

"Geralt?"

The old man saw his student first, and he cried out in surprise.

"Why are you here? The one next to you is"

Lan En felt, for a moment, a keen gaze swept over his chest.

This is the oldest demon hunter he has seen so far, and he was the first to confirm his school the first time they met.

This is rare, as strangers usually focus on his face for the first time.This behavior is almost out of mind control, just like a man can't keep his eyes from focusing on a woman's open neckline.

Geralt put his hand over his mouth in embarrassment and coughed.

Lan En just happened to be beside him at this time, whispering.

"Brother, why does the tone of this sound to me like an old man who goes out and meets a playful grandson? You are almost a hundred years old now, right?"

"Ugh~ Vesemir is like this. He"

"I just always thought of you as brats who peed on the sight of a sprite. Be honest, Geralt. That's what I thought."

Geralt couldn't catch his breath after being complained about just now, and then he was choked again by the great master of his own school.

Lan En looked sympathetically at the white wolf who had been persecuted repeatedly.

And Vesemir, who knew the apprentice he brought out very well, didn't even look at Geralt, but instead looked up and down the unusually tall, silver-haired young man.

"It seems that the incomplete mutation formula you took away always has a blind cat and a dead mouse. Your emotions are very rich and normal. Hello, child of the bear school. I am Vesemir of the wolf school. An old witcher."

As the dryads put down their bows and arrows and looked around, Lan En and the wolf master with a gentle smile collided with each other's arms, holding each other's forearms.

"Excluding the two of you going to Brokleon to do missions together, that's why you came to find me?"

After letting go, the great master of the wolf faction chatted like a family.

"What a coincidence, I'm still busy with this task. Can you wait for a while if you have something to do?"

Unexpectedly, Lan En shook his head in embarrassment.

"Grandmaster."

"Just call me by my name."

"Well, Vesemir. In fact, it will take a few weeks for me to find you."

"Well, this is a bit of a rush." ​​The old witcher stroked his beard. "That's it, kid"

"Are you interested in running a mission with an old witcher?"

Lan En smiled: "It's an honor."

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(End of this chapter)