Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 308. 307. The reason and the small man
Originally, Lan En felt that it should not be difficult, but now he suffered unexpected setbacks.

Vesemir didn't seem to want to open up to him the most perfect and deepest knowledge of alchemy among the witcher community.

And obviously, his move has nothing to do with profit.

"Don't worry, Lane. You're scaring Vesemir a little."

Lane deliberately slowed down, and walked with Geralt to discuss.Together, they have solved a thorny curse, and the two have recognized each other's virtues.

Good guys always find good friends, when they suffer, when they fight bad guys.

The milky-white-haired witcher knew the current situation well.

"If you had described to me in detail that your alchemy talent has reached this point, then I would definitely suggest that you contact Vesemir in another way."

Lane was a little confused.

"What does this mean?"

Geralt didn't immediately respond to the young man's doubts, but looked at Lan En's face with a half-smile.

"Young. You're too young."

"You're so young that you don't even have the chance to see the second apprentice demon hunter who is undergoing the grass trial from the perspective of a bystander, right?"

"Vesemir has presided over the Trial of Green Grass for several generations of demon hunters. For him, that scene is no less than witnessing hell!"

The sunlight between the shades of the trees flitted across Geralt's still face.

That spot of light does not make people feel warm, on the contrary, there is only a deeper coldness.

"On the third day, all the children died except for a little boy who had just turned ten. He was agitated by sudden madness, and then fell into a deep coma. His eyes were glazed over, and his hands were constantly clutching at his clothes. , or waved it in the air as if trying to grasp a quill. His breathing became more and more rough; a cold sweat began to break out on him, and his skin became clammy and foul-smelling. Then another The drug was injected into the young boy's veins and he had a seizure. This time it was followed by nosebleeds, severe coughing that turned into vomiting until the boy collapsed completely and became motionless."

Geralt said the above paragraph in a tone as cold as an experiment report.

"Have you heard of it? This is an eyewitness report about the Trial of Green Grass."

"Although I don't want to admit it, the first batch of demon hunters were indeed born with the stupid ideal of saving humans and destroying monsters. Let people like them inject poison into children's bodies with their own hands, and then don't let them go Watching them suffer in every detail so as not to miss the moment of reaction. And even then, [-] out of [-] children are turned into a mess. Have to say, as a punishment, it's pretty creative. "

Geralt laughed ironically at this moment.

"Guilt can drive people crazy, even when backed by a sense of noble purpose."

"The Wolf School will not conduct the Grass Trial until now unless it has to. This is the result of the unanimous agreement of our few remaining demon hunters."

"Not only that, we also know that wizards are eager for the research results of demon hunters on body mutation, so Vesemir has been keeping a close eye on research data in this area."

After speaking, Geralt looked at Lan En who seemed to understand something, and shook his head.

"Your talent for alchemy, as well as the projects you were involved in, frightened Vesemir. He feared that one day, instead of a few rabbits, rats, and human corpses lying on your laboratory table, there would be "

’ instead of ‘What,’ Geralt didn’t go on, but Lane could already imagine it.

"I'm not going to go that far."

Suddenly, the young man said flatly to Geralt.

Geralt nodded in no surprise.

"I know, and I believe it. So now, I suggest that you do nothing, just follow Vesemir for a while."

"This old guy is very accurate in seeing people. Once he thinks you are trustworthy, you will naturally achieve your goal."

"Anyway, I think you must be fine."

Although the contact time was not long, when Geralt said that he believed in Lane, it was as sure as saying that he had eaten a few slices of bread at noon.

Therefore, Lan En smiled at the white wolf, and then successfully made the nimble master witcher dazed, stumbled on the root of the tree, and almost fell down.

"The plague. The reflection of your hair dazzles me!"

"Geralt, you must speak with conscience, you just looked at my face!"

The conversation behind him full of "young energy" made Vesemir's steps in front of him extremely brisk.

The corners of his mouth with old wrinkles raised an arc.

The demon hunters knew that at this distance, even if they lowered their voices, they could not deceive the ears of the same kind.

So when Lane and Geralt talked, they were equivalent to expressing their views to Vesemir.

Lane was confident, and Geralt also believed, that he was a witcher who could be recognized by Vesemir.

'Living fossil' feels that the next days will be very interesting.
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Brokleon's path was difficult. Without Brian's leadership, the demon hunters would not be able to maintain a sense of direction while maintaining speed.

Brian can always find the hidden log bridges above the ravines and fissures, and bravely step into the swamp full of green duckweed.

If the demon hunters lost their guide, the three of them would rather take a detour for several hours, or even a few days, rather than take this kind of road.

In addition to the barriers of the natural environment, the man-made traps in Brokleon have long since become legends in the outside world.

The stumps and thorns in the deep pit are just common, and the poisonous needles of bows and arrows that are automatically activated are not uncommon.

There is also something called a 'hedgehog' - a huge spike-covered sphere tied to a rope that falls and rolls destroying everything in its path on unexpected paths, mostly slopes.

The four of them had experienced what Geralt called 'overnight' several times.

Brian can always find a piece of terrain that can keep warm, and there is a high probability that there are dry ferns growing on it.She does tuck into the witcher's side when she sleeps, very close.But that was just for warmth, nothing else.

When dawn came slowly in winter, they set off again.

During this day's itinerary, Brian stopped again and looked around.

The demon hunters have figured out that this is the internal mark of her identifying some dryads.

So Geralt found a dead tree stump to sit and rest, while Vesemir taught Lan some practical tips.

For example, how to divide the whole bottle of sword oil into bulk that can be applied quickly to adapt to unexpected battles, and so on.

His complex sense of Lan En's alchemy talent could not stop him from teaching some useful little tricks to his younger generations.

And in this quiet and deep scene, a scream came out very abruptly.

Short, piercing, desperate screams.

The three demon hunters and one dryad immediately became alert by reflex, and looked towards the direction where the scream came from.

It took only a moment for the four people to look at each other, and then they all started to move there in unison.

After passing through a dense evergreen bush, there is a soil layer with a difference in height of about ten meters.

Below the four, a small man in a gray-blue jacket was facing a crisis.

His (or her) mouse-gray hair was thrown into a mess in a frightened throb.

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(End of this chapter)