Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 312 311. The Princess and the Prince

That night, several people began to rest at night.

When Brian was leading the way today, she proposed to take a break very early. She said that it was because the human child she had just picked up was too annoying, and it cost her a lot of energy beyond the plan.

Lane curled his lips when he heard it, and said to himself that Geralt was carrying the child, and I was talking with her, so why did you put it here?
But he was also very clear that Brian was not tired, she just wanted to hear more stories that could not be heard in the forest.

Brian is a girl who was transformed from a human into a dryad. Unlike the original dryad, she still has a little impression of the outside world.

And after that last impression, until the day of her death, this primeval forest will be the whole of her life.

Until the iron hooves of humans rushed into the woods, the flames engulfed her body, and the sharp sword pierced her heart.She fell screaming in the bracken, dying in a war for the forest, sooner or later.

"Siri?"

Everyone tacitly lay down around the little girl, maybe because of their eyesight and being rescued by Lan En.The little girl was noticeably closer to Geralt and Lane.

"Ok?"

She responded a little confused.

A thin and small person, after being threatened by swamps, sentries, and wild beasts, he survived alone in Brokleon for several days.

There is no doubt that she is a strong, healthy, courageous, lucky girl.But even so, after she was relieved, she still felt an irresistible exhaustion.

"Where do your parents live?"

Geralt asked next, wondering where the hell she was from.

"I don't have parents," Ciri sniffed. "They were shipwrecked when I was very young. The whole ship was gone. Not even a scrap of a sampan."

After finishing speaking, a small snoring sound came out.She is exhausted.

Lan En lay on the dry and soft fern grass, looking at the huge opaque crown above his head.After the small snoring went on for a while, he asked softly to Geralt on the side.

"Geralt?"

"what?"

The young man seemed to be frowning in distress, "You should have been in contact with the courts of those princes and nobles, right? At least you have more experience than me. In her situation. I can't imagine how she will go on in the future."

"Who can know?"

Geralt asked indifferently, after the little girl fell asleep, they had a lot less restrictions on their speech.

"A daughter of a deceased princess, maybe she is ranked fourth or fifth in the family? There are many children, each of whom has a distinguished title, but in terms of importance, it may not be as important as a clerk under the palace steward. This is just a gray The green-eyed little guy is running around carefree in the court, so the people in the court must find a good husband for her to marry as soon as possible."

"The sooner the better, it must be before she becomes a mature, fertile woman, before she is threatened with gossip, adultery, promiscuity...you know, Lane. This kind of thing is not uncommon in the court."

Suddenly, two blond handsome men and beautiful women flashed in Lan En's mind. It was the story about 'the queen sister and the guard brother' that he personally investigated when he was sending Alia home.

The entanglement between the two eventually turned into a war involving the Seven Kingdoms.

Before the truth of that investigation came to light, he never thought about it in a chaotic direction. This is the limitation of thinking formed by the cultural environment and life experience.

In Western-style courts, this situation seems to be uncommon.

Lane glanced again in Geralt's direction beside him.

Among the resumes of the famous White Wolf, a very bright entrusted task is to help Foltest's daughter lift the curse of the vampire demon bird.

Princess Adda in that story was the daughter of Foltest and his own sister.

In addition to the conversation between Lane and Geralt, Vesemir also had a conversation.

"Son, you just asked about the future of this princess? Hey, I've seen quite a few young princesses who joined the traveling troupe."

The old man who has lived for hundreds of years said in a flat tone.

Due to the aging and weakness of the small muscles, when Vesemir was lying on his back and speaking, his throat would become as if a mouthful of phlegm was stuck due to the relaxation of the muscles.

"Those girls are glad that they can escape an old king who is old and weak but longs for offspring and physical pleasure. I have also met many princes who would rather live a life of precarious mercenaries than marry the king The princess the father chose for them."

"Because most of those princesses have flaws, or their lives are notoriously indiscreet. This kind of marriage is just a means of forming an alliance, and there is no other meaning."

Apart from the small grunts, the four adults fell silent for a while after Vesemir's words.

"Your marriage is for an alliance? It's horrible."

Brain tightened the thick clothes covering her body, it seemed that what Vesemir said made her feel colder than the cold of this winter night.

"It's not all like that," Lan muttered, his hands unconsciously running through Ciri's gray hair. "At least this little guy, and those princes and princesses who escaped from political marriages, don't think so."

"I think this little guy is very powerful. If I were her age, I would have been scared to death by now. Maybe. It's not bad to let her go back to Verden?"

"Oh, not bad?" Geralt sneered. "You just heard from Vesemir that the princesses who run away mostly hang out in the traveling troupe, but do you understand the hardships and dangers of life in the traveling troupe?"

"Trust me, Lan En. If the princesses in the troupe have a chance to become Verdon's princess, they won't hesitate at all."

Lan En's hands were still unconsciously playing with the frizzy mouse-gray hair, and he pouted.

"I don't know about the others, but I always feel... at least this little guy, she definitely won't."

Just as she was talking, Ciri wrapped herself tightly in the thick blanket that Lan En put on her like a hamster, only her mouse-gray hair was exposed.

He muttered softly in his sleep: "If you apologize to me, I won't tell grandma, and you don't have to beheaded. Otherwise, can't you just apologize? Or just bow to me. Chris Ding! Get away with your runny nose!"

Listening to the little girl's "sentence reduction" as if bargaining with several of the demon hunters in her dream, as well as her murmurs that she loved and hated clearly, the adults couldn't help laughing out loud.

Fortunately, Ciri was in a deep sleep, so she was not woken up.

Geralt patted the little girl's body. He usually didn't have the patience to deal with children.

But today, perhaps Ciri's feather-pillow-like scent got the better of him.

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