Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 316. 315. Free Swallow

Lan En listened and shook his head slightly.

From the point of view of a person who took the liberal arts in the college entrance examination and is a history buff, Eisina should indeed accept a 'bandit' as her friend.

Although humiliating and dangerous, this is a strategy that must be accepted after the overall gap between dryads and humans reaches this point.

But on the other hand, no one is qualified to persuade the dryads to accept the cooperation of those who want to exterminate them.

No one is eligible.

After being speechless for a while, Vesemir asked bluntly, "Then what should I do about my mission, Ms. Eisner?"

"I will listen to you, but it doesn't mean that I have any interest in what you say. I just want you to make a mission to King Wenslav, to show that you have done your best and should get the reward you deserve. It's just that That's all."

"Greatful."

Vesemir knew there was nothing he could do to change the Dryad Queen's mind. He was just an old witcher, and he should just focus on his mercenary money.

Suddenly, the palm of his fingerless glove gripped Geralt's forearm invisibly beside him.

The old witcher was very familiar with the apprentice he brought out, and before Geralt could speak, Vesemir already knew that he wanted to speak.

In the past, Geralt could always listen to the old man's experience, which was completely different from another foul-mouthed and arrogant wolf-faction witcher.

But this time it was different. Vesemir didn't hold Geralt down.

"That child, Ms. Eisner! What about that child?"

"Why do you ask this?" Esna looked at Geralt with cold eyes, "You know exactly what will happen to her."

"But she is no ordinary peasant girl, she is a princess!"

"Princess or queen, it doesn't matter in Brokleon, and no one cares. If you want to talk about it."

After saying this, Esna looked at the young man.

"For Lan En, I will give you a chance to watch the ceremony, just tonight. It's up to you whether you come or not."

The slender but majestic Dryad Queen walked out of the room after speaking, leaving only four men behind.

Both Vesemir and Geralt frowned, looking distressed and serious.

Lan En stood against the wall with his hands folded, his expression was not distressed, but hesitant.

The atmosphere fell into silence, and everyone was tangled and depressed in their hearts.

Until Jazz on the bed, hesitantly spoke.

"That, you, are you really Lan En of Cintra, [Lord Hunter]?"

That tone was full of embarrassment that made people want to curl their toes.

After Lan En heard this, he broke away from his thoughts and glanced at Sir lying on the bed.

The wounded man's body tensed involuntarily.

"Yes, sir. I'm the 'damn [Lord Hunter]' you said. But you don't have to put on that expression, I won't draw my sword and cut you off just because you said a few words lightly. "

"Actually, if my behavior really got you into trouble, then I think it's normal for you to complain."

Baron Bodrog's face was strange, and he lay down again in the nursing position that Lane posed for him.

Perhaps it was the rumors that distorted the character and style of [Lord Hunter] into a brutal and savage appearance. Now when he saw a handsome and reasonable person himself, the sense of absurdity even overwhelmed the panic.

Jazz's interaction with Lann broke the silence in the room.

Geralt had a rare distraught expression on his paralyzed face.

"Lan, just now old Esna seemed to be looking at you differently. I don't want to ask what's going on, I just want to ask, um. Can you take Ciri away? Take Brokleon away?"

The young man raised his eyebrows.

Ms. Eisner in front of you, old Eisner behind you, right?

How dare you say it in Brokleon's tree house!Everyone can hear it!
Before Lann could answer, Vesemir interrupted Geralt's questioning first.

"I stopped you just now, White Wolf. Why do you continue to talk and question her in front of Eisina? Do you know how dangerous this is? You and I almost can't get out of this forest!"

"That's about Ciri's future, she can't become a dryad."

"Yes, I admit that the little girl is very cute. But I have to consider your safety first, White Wolf!"

Vesemir grabbed Geralt by the slit of the mail plate on his shoulder, forcing him to meet his gaze.The tone was like an old father scolding his stubborn son.

"Geralt, I came here for a mission! A mission that is no different from killing water ghosts or evil ghosts! Make money and leave, it's that simple. But when you come, the nature of this has changed! I first want to Take care of you! I will never allow it."

"I will never allow you to do stupid things in front of me! Did you hear me clearly?!"

This was the first time Lane saw this kind-faced old man really angry after meeting Vesemir.

Geralt, the cold face, bowed his head under the old man's spittle, not even daring to look him in the eye.

But at the same time, Geralt also stubbornly closed his lips, the 'unrepentant son' refusing to admit his mistake.

The situation became stalemate, and the frozen atmosphere made the baron almost crawl out of the room regardless of his injuries.

But a pair of big hands with studded leather gloves pressed directly on Vesemir's hand and Geralt's shoulder, and the force forced the two to separate.

"There's no need to be so nervous, Vesemir. Esna won't do anything to you, Geralt just said a few words."

Even for my sake, you'll get out of the forest safely.

thought Lane.

After placating the angry Vesemir, Lan turned to Geralt again.

"If Esna really left Ciri just to expand the race, I'm sure she will go away. But the problem is, Geralt."

Having said that, the young man's cat eyes looked seriously at the other party's cat eyes that were already blooming with joy.

"I'm not sure, but will Ciri's life be better after she walks out of the forest?"

"What do you mean? She is the princess of Cintra. Of course, she will live in luxury and carefree after she goes out!"

"Yeah, rich clothes and good food can be sure. But carefree?"

Lane asked back.

"When she is enjoying the luxury, she wants to marry an annoying person and have a child. If she is really the one who can accept this kind of situation for the sake of luxury, that's fine, but...do you think Shirley is?"

Geralt was momentarily at a loss for words.

He remembered the bits and pieces of the past few days, the disapproving tone of the gray-haired and green-eyed little guy when he talked about the court, and the happy and carefree laughter when he ran freely in the forest. No.

There are people in this world who are willing to sleep with someone they don't like at all and have children for the sake of good clothes, good food, prosperity and wealth.

But that's not Ciri!
She is a free swallow. If she can live in a golden birdcage to be rich, she is willing to forage and take risks by herself.

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(End of this chapter)