Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 307. 306. Talent and Abnormality

The three demon hunters discussed quickly, which was due to their crisp and sharp personalities, and also due to the more impatient eyes of the dryads beside them.

Lan felt that the errand that Vesemir received from King Venslav was probably not too difficult, so that the old gentleman was very relaxed at this time.

And after the three of them decided to walk together for a certain distance, Vesemir once again communicated with the brick-red haired dryad lady in the ancient language.

The old man's ancient language is much more fluent than Geralt's half-baked one.

After his awkward words, the brick-red haired dryad unconsciously plucked the bowstring, and nodded after a moment of silence.

"Bryan, you take the witcher to Duncanal and Esna."

Bryan nodded, stepped out of their ranks, and walked to Vesemir's side.

He picked up the two buried longswords from the dense grass and handed them to the old witcher.

Lan En was stunned. He also said that after seeing Vesemir, he felt a little out of place. It turned out that he was the first to disarm in order to show sincerity and trust in the conversation.

Seeming to have noticed the young man's eyes, Vesemir smiled and talked to Lan En while retying the sword belt.

"You young people with hot tempers may not understand this approach, but you will understand in the future-it would be better if there was less bloodshed."

"When you walk into a nobleman's castle to pick up a job, you have to take off your sword. After all, you have to live off the task bounties issued by the nobles, and the employer has no incentive to do anything to us until the problem is solved. In Brockley Ang is the same."

"The dryads have no reason to hurt me, and when they want to hurt me, holding two swords doesn't change anything. It just increases hostility."

Brian ignored the conversation between the demon hunters, and after glancing at the three of them, he walked straight further into the woods.

Lan and the others stepped up to keep up, the young man said to Vesemir.

"It's different from what you think. I have a good temper. I also agree with your idea. It would be best to bleed less."

The old witcher laughed, raised his hand and patted Lan En on the shoulder.

Geralt followed closely behind Miss Dryad, and when he heard Lane's words, he curled his lips.

The mobility of the three demon hunters and dryads in the forest is not comparable to that of ordinary people. After they move, they can even maintain the speed of ordinary people walking on flat ground in the primeval forest.

But after almost two hours at that pace, Blaine was the first to propose a break.

Her breasts were rising and falling under her dappled coat as she struggled to catch her breath.

Dryads have an affinity for trees, but the physical strength advantage of the witcher makes her tired first.

The demon hunters had no objection to this, and the four of them slowed down significantly to rest their muscles.

When the speed slowed down, several people would have time to communicate.

When Brian approached Lan En, he said to him: "We are all very grateful to you, let the twisted soul next to the forest rest in peace."

Then the honey-haired dryad naturally walked away.

Geralt followed her, and Lan was surprised that the white wolf didn't take the opportunity to tease him about the relationship between men and women.

"What do you want me to say?"

The white wolf gave the young man a strange look, and asked back.

"Tryants have no love, no lust, Lan. Even with your face and body, they only have the purest reproductive desire for you. But when they know that you are a witcher, they can't After planting the seed of life, they will never desire you again."

"We will spend a few nights in the open air in this big forest, and Brian will tuck into your arms on cold nights. But it doesn't mean that she desires you. She only treats you as a blanket, That's all."

"Honestly, you'd better think of her as a blanket at the time."

Lan was surprised by the biological emotions of dryads, which were obviously different from humans, but Geralt's words still made him roll his eyes.

"I'm just a beast in heat in your eyes, Geralt?"

"Anyway, no serious witcher would go to a sorceress' academy."

"Yes, yes, a serious witcher probably won't have emotional entanglements with a sorceress, right?"

Logically speaking, this sentence should be able to hurt at least two people present, but it is a pity that one of them does not feel hurt at all, so all the harm in the words is borne by one person.

"damn it!"

A slightly hoarse male voice murmured.

Geralt is sunk!
Vesemir naturally overtook Geralt, whose steps had slowed down.

He was like Geralt's father, he knew the emotional frustration between his student and the sorceress, and he didn't bother to care about it at this time.

On the contrary, it was this obviously not simple kid from the Xiong school in front of him that made him feel very interesting.

"Are you looking for work with Aretuza now?"

Vesemir walked briskly, although under the cover of the armor, his stomach was already showing signs of rounding.But Lan had no doubts that Geralt could compete with this man in terms of foot strength.

Because this great master is likely to be the object of study for a certain period of time in the future, Lan En is not prepared to hide anything.

"Yes, I have a research project in Arethusa right now. Hey, Vesemir, don't look at me like that! I'm not a research subject, I'm a researcher! I'm doing alchemy research with knowledge and inspiration!"

After Lan En categorically clarified, the old witcher's frown and sharp eyes calmed down again.

Then, Lan En took advantage of the opportunity to describe his alchemy talent to the "living fossil" of the demon hunter, and also received advice from Berengar to learn the full set of alchemy knowledge of the demon hunter.

Brian walked in front and listened with great interest. She obviously didn't know what the concept of talent Lane was talking about, and what significance it had in the outside world. She just listened to it.

But the two demon hunters who traveled all over the world are people who know the goods.

The mouth of the great master of the wolf faction opened and closed several times, but he still didn't say a word.

And Geralt even came out of the frustration of being attacked by the mind.

"You said. You completed the improvement after you first came into contact with the potion formula?"

Geralt said while smacking his mouth.

Vesemir, on the other hand, focused on the other side.

"The crystal cultivation project you participated in has been able to complete the regeneration level of severed limbs?"

Lan En raised his eyebrows at the two seniors.

A demon hunter at the living fossil level pays attention to the frontiers of science, but a demon hunter who is currently active does not have this keenness.

It has to be said that the saying that a man grows into a fine man is very applicable to Vesemir.

And just when Lan Enman thought that his talent was enough to attract Vesemir's approval and allow him to enter Kaer Morhen.

But the old witcher laughed and changed the subject.

Although on the surface he kept admiring Lan En's talent in alchemy, the young man felt inexplicably in his heart that he was getting farther and farther away from the goal of being recognized.

Delusion?
Lan En frowned, not knowing what went wrong.

Vesemir is obviously a big-hearted and caring old man.

He is the oldest among all the current demon hunters, and even as soon as he met Lan En, he habitually began to teach him to 'avoid bleeding as much as possible'.

But now, facing a young demon hunter who was extremely talented in alchemy, and could even be said to be promising, he hid his knowledge instead.

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(End of this chapter)