Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 313 312. Duane Canal

It is not far from the city of the dryads--Dun Kanal.

The next day, a group of them came to the forest of giant trees.Brian knelt down in front of the forest, his forehead buried in the lichen.

The three demon hunters involuntarily looked up the thick tree trunk, until their necks were raised to the limit angle, but they still couldn't see the depth of the canopy clearly.

The age of the trees here is enough to awe intelligent creatures, even elves and other long-lived species.

Ciri's reaction was simple, she just sighed enviously.It seems to be a pity that such a magnificent tree does not exist in her royal garden.

Lan recognized the thick, majestic trees as mostly oaks, but also yews and butternuts.

The diameter is basically ten meters or more, and the position where the winding and thick roots gather together and transform into a trunk is already two heads taller than Lan En, the tallest among them.

They walked forward quickly, because there were no annoying vines and shrubs on the ground between the giant trees, and those plants had no resources to survive under the giant trees.

Among the huge intervals of trees, there is only a thick layer of rotting leaves.

Although they walked briskly, everyone didn't speak much.Even Ciri, who couldn't relax and occasionally showed a smirk after safety, remained silent and lowered her head.

Because among these giant trees, they appear small and insignificant.

Lan En was very fortunate that there were no giant phobias in their group, otherwise the journey of several hours would be difficult.

Shirley's cold was getting worse, which was manifested in the fact that she sniffed her nose more and more frequently and harder, but there was still mucus coming out of her nose, which made her take out a handkerchief to wipe it off several times.

Geralt, being the 'steel' carrying the princess on his back, couldn't bear it at first. He taught Ciri how to blow his nose with his fingers, and Ciri seemed very happy.

She ran towards Lane with a smile and shining green eyes, and the young man knew from a glance that the kid wanted to put on a live show in front of him.Might as well fling snot on his boots on purpose.

So he smiled and waited for Ciri to come running over, but behind his back, his hands were ready to crack.

But unexpectedly, after the little girl ran halfway, seeing Lan En's smiling expression, her smile suddenly subsided and her face turned red.

Then it turned sharply and was back on Geralt's back again.

After Geralt put the princess on his back again, for some reason, his eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the silver-haired young man.With a little dangerous breath.

Lan En didn't notice this at all, but he was a little regretful that he didn't get out of it.

Brian, who was leading the way, stopped suddenly, turned around and spoke to the three witchers.

"Demon hunters." As she spoke, she took out a few cloth strips from her body, which were originally the tourniquet bandages she had prepared on her body.

"Come here, I must blindfold you before I can take you into Doon Canal."

Vesemir and Geralt stepped forward and asked Brann to tie their eyes.Lan En then also nodded, expressing that one does as the Romans do.

The only thing that caught his attention was that Ciri wasn't required to wear a blindfold.

After the eyes are tied, Geralt can't carry Ciri behind his back.The restless little ghost had almost recovered his ankle at this time, so he offered to pull the witcher forward.

She chirped along the way, marveling at the animals and plants she had never seen in the outside world, and the magnificent scenery formed by these things.

She was trying to use the grammar she had learned to describe to the witchers what she had seen.

But the grammar of the nine-year-old girl must not require her to be lifelike. Lan En only felt a heat on his face, which was the feeling of sunlight breaking into the bushes and falling on his face and blindfold.

Then he shrugged his nose, he felt the water vapor getting thicker, and the silver necklace on his chest began to tremble continuously for a long time.

The magic power of chaos is gradually becoming stronger.

"Here, you can take off the blindfolds, witchers."

The dense fog formed by the water vapor covered Brian's knees, and she proudly introduced to the demon hunters who took off their blindfolds and were rubbing their eyes.

"Dun Canal, this is the land of the oak tree, the heart of Brokleon."

Geralt and Vesemir, both of them have been here.Or for missions, or for other things, anyway, they have been here.

Lan En and Ciri are genuine first-timers.

This is a settlement built in a sinkhole, the upper hole is covered by a vast green canopy, and mist and steam come out from the mud and rock crevices.It seems that there should be geothermal hot springs here.

The buildings in the settlement are all made of trees that grow naturally, and they are distributed in the sinkhole like vines clinging to the trunk.

The dryads have the supernatural ability to interfere with the growth of plants, and they can get a set of favorite buildings without using a knife or an axe.

Just be patient and let the tree grow.

As it happens, the dryads of the long-lived species are not short of patience.

Between the houses arranged longitudinally in the space, a kind of porous mushroom with a huge umbrella is used as steps and passages.

At the beginning of their arrival, there was a dead silence in the sinkhole, and there was no shadow.

But when Brian blew a loud and melodious whistle, a dryad came down from a slightly higher house stepping on mushrooms.

After they exchanged a few words in the awkward but beautiful Old Tongue, Lan heard Vesemir beside him heaving a sigh of relief.

"Huh, it's good news that Esna agreed to meet."

The old witcher muttered briskly to himself.

Now Lan En can be sure that muttering to himself is indeed an occupational disease of demon hunters.

The dryads did not have the cumbersome etiquette like a human court. Before meeting the king, they had to bathe, shave, and put on a tight-fitting dress.

In Doon Canal, Eisner said that if she could meet, she would meet immediately.

After receiving an affirmative answer, Brian led the group directly to the gate of a large building.

"Go in, witchers, you can see Ms. Esna. Vá fáill, poor little one."

"what?"

Ciri turned to Vesemir in bewilderment. She already knew which of the three was the most knowledgeable.And her relationship with the old witcher was developing rapidly.

"It means goodbye, Ciri. She's saying goodbye."

"Ah! Goodbye, Blaine."

They walked in, and Geralt and Vesemir were fine when they entered, but when Ciri walked into the room, a male voice that was so irritable that it was almost maddened suddenly yelled out.

"Little villain! So you are here! I caught you! Good luck to you, I can't get out of bed now, or I will blow your ass!"

Ciri pouted.

"You want to spank me?" She wrinkled her nose comically. "I'm a lady. Can't spank a lady! It's not right."

Lan En followed Ciri into the room, and he was sure that the guy in front of him lying on the bed with a bandage on his shoulder oozing blood didn't really want to do something to Ciri.

The tone was more like trying to educate the disobedient children who ran around.

"Sir, before you educate this...'lady'." Referring to Ciri as a 'lady' really made Lan En's tongue stuck.

The little girl smiled proudly at Lan En.

"Before that, should you announce your identity?"

"My identity, hmph, my identity." The man with the bloody bandage was still indignant at the beginning, but as he spoke, he unexpectedly revealed a sense of confusion and depression.

"I used to be Baron Bodrog, the governor under King Evel. But now? Now?!. You little villain! What's left of me after you run from my caravan ?!"

"I went from being a governor to being a wanted man of Verdon! The only thing waiting for me in my fief is the gallows!"

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(End of this chapter)