Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 311. 310. The Escaped Princess
The final result was that a team of three demon hunters and a dryad added a little human girl.

Geralt wanted to send the little girl out of the forest first, but Brian refused to lead them. It said that since the girl appeared in Brokleon, she already belonged to Brokleon.

Dryads sometimes take girls from outside human families, and through their magical rituals, transform human girls into dryads.

Logically, Lane should have drawn his sword when he heard such a story.

But still the same sentence - once racial conflicts are involved, all the clear and simple relationships between good and evil will become ambiguous and blurred.

The dryads act like human traffickers to humans, but humans are also carrying out genocide against them.

Dryads will shoot any human, young or old, who ventures into the forest.But humans are also offering rewards for the scalps of dryads, and the price is increasing, regardless of age.

Moreover, after the dryads transformed the girls they brought back, they did take care of and live with them equally, which even made Lan En feel that these girls might be luckier than the peasant women outside.

So young people don't want to care about it.

But Geralt knew very well that without the guidance of the dryad, if he insisted on going his own way, he would not be able to leave Brokleon alive.

For outsiders, this vibrant forest is a green hell.

The dryads don't need to intercept him, just leave him alone.

So at the end of the quarrel, Geralt could only apologize to Brian, saying that he was talking nonsense just now.

Vesemir was confident that the apprentice he brought out would think clearly, so he didn't even look at the quarreling witcher and dryad.

He took Lan En to dismantle Yu Ge En's body.

The old witcher's method of stripping materials and trophies was no worse than that of a surgeon. He took out the venom glands, fangs, two tentacles, and a red thing that looked like an enlarged version of a cell.

"You're lucky, kid. The red mutation inducer, you can use it when you configure [decoction] in the future."

This is the first time that Lan En has cut this thing out of a monster's body. It seems that the shipment rate really depends on luck.

Vesemir put the mutagen in a bottle of dwarven spirits, and it was preserved.

After Lan En took it, he seemed a little happy. The important thing was not the mutation-inducing substance, but the thing that Vesemir revealed, called [Decoction].

That was something that Berengar hadn't even told him, the undeniably advanced knowledge of alchemy.

Vesemir gave him a hint, indicating that he was at least beginning to want to open up some knowledge of the Wolf School to him.

This is a good start.

Ciri twisted her ankle just now and was being carried by Geralt.

Lan En always felt that the two of them were inexplicably familiar.

Maybe there are people in this world who are born with the right eyes.

The little girl on Geralt's back turned her head secretly to look at the silver-haired witcher walking beside her, and then hurriedly lowered her head, sniffed, and straightened her mouse-gray hair with her hands before he could turn his head.

"It's useless for you to fix it, Ciri."

Lan En didn't look sideways, walking and talking as if he didn't feel anything.

"Our hair quality is different. You belong to the kind of hair that is easy to get tangled, and it is also easy to get entangled in debris. There is no way to be so smooth."

Ciri didn't raise her head, but just patted her 'mount' on the shoulder.

"Come on, I don't want to be next to this rude person."

But the 'mount' also has something to say: "My princess, do you think it's easy to carry someone on your back in the forest? It won't be soon."

"You're all prevaricating me, I'll have my grandma order your head off! And his!"

The girl wiped her nose and looked fiercely at the two demon hunters. That expression made Lan En, who was walking beside her, burst out laughing.

"Okay, beheading, two at a time, it's terrible, blah blah blah," Geralt cheered.

"But you should tell us, what kind of noble and terrible character is your grandmother? I think we can start with her name."

As soon as she was about to tell where she was from, Ciri immediately stopped shouting.

"Okay, since you keep asking me to tell you."

"But after you listen, don't take me to Christine! Can you swear?"

"Christine? Who is that?" Geralt was first amused by the childish request, just like Lan En, and then suddenly reacted.

"Damn it! Prince Christian? Prince Christian of Verdon? You should have gone to him?!"

The girl straightened her mouse-gray hair again, removed the two entangled pine needles, and turned her face away.

"Grandma asked me to get to know that Christine, just to get to know each other!, and then his father, that."

"King Evel."

"Yes, that King Evel has only thought about the wedding since I arrived at the castle! I'm only nine years old! And I don't like Christine at all."

"He's fat and stupid, and he has bad breath. Uglier than the portrait he sent! He also told me that I was more beautiful than the portrait, but the person he liked was Alvina, a noblewoman in the court. Do you understand? I don't want to marry him, and he doesn't want to marry me. What's so good about this marriage? So I ran out."

Everyone loves to listen to gossip shows, and Vesemir and Brian, who was leading the way, surrounded Ciri unknowingly.

It seems to be walking normally, but it is actually listening to stories.

The plot of the princess running away from marriage has been full of extraordinary vitality for a long time.

"A princess should marry a prince. Isn't that justified? In our time"

Although Vesemir was a long-lived witcher, his chatter was no different from that of an ordinary human old man.

It's all in the tone of recalling the past.

But Ciri was a very assertive child, and she looked at the red-nosed old man angrily.

"You said exactly the same thing as everyone else, you all thought I was a child, so it was so confusing, right?"

Vesemir retorted reflexively: "I didn't lie to you!"

"You're just fooling me!"

Vesemir pouted, falling silent.

The dryad walking beside him turned his head to look at the old guy in surprise, shook his head with emotion, and then continued walking.

And Lane looked at the surprised Brian in surprise.
The group walked quietly for a while, when the princess on Geralt's back suddenly tugged his milky white hair lightly.

"Ser Geralt."

"Call me Geralt, I'm not a knight, not even a knight."

"Okay Geralt, I'm hungry."

Lan En heard Ciri's words and came over.

Geralt was carrying Ciri with his parcel being held by Lane.

The young man looked through his pockets: "Well, I have carrots, cheese, and onions here."

In the era without greenhouse technology, there is really nothing to eat in winter.

"Cheese and carrots are fine."

Ciri was not as squeamish as Lan En imagined, but it was also possible that she was extremely hungry.Raw carrots and cheese were nibbled by her in small bites but quickly.

"Thank you, Lane."

The young man closed the mouth of the bag again, and said casually, "You're welcome, you don't have much to eat."

"No, it's not because of the food. It's not just because of the food that you saved my life, in front of that big centipede before. I was so scared that I was stupid."

"Ha, you admit that you were shocked. It's really rare that you don't speak hard once." Lan En laughed, but then his face became serious.

"There are a lot of deadly things in this forest. It would be too stupid to escape from marriage and escape here. And you should also thank other people. Whether they arrived or not, they have given their strength for you after all."

"I remember." Ciri sniffed, and gently tugged at Geralt's milky white hair.

"Thank you, Geralt."

"You're welcome, little guy."

When Bai Lang said this, he tried his best to suppress the tone that was about to float.But even so, Lan En felt that this guy's footsteps were much lighter.

If it hadn't been confirmed that Geralt was not a psychopath, Lane probably would have become wary of him.

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