Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 319 318. Approval
"Good morning, Vesemir."

Lan En also naturally raised his hand to the old witcher as a greeting.

"You don't look panicked at all."

Vesemir stood up from the ground and straightened his crooked armor.

"It's just a powerful teleportation spell, as these long-lived, powerful creatures always do. They're used to using such over-the-top magic, even if it's just to get unwanted guests out of the house. No surprise there. "

"Oh, then it seems that Geralt has a lot to learn from you. He still looks confused."

The two of them looked to one side, the creamy-haired witcher looked dizzy, while the mouse-gray-haired Ciri was chattering beside his legs.

He is still too young.

Vesemir originally wanted to say this to excuse his apprentice.

But with a glance at the bear cub beside him, the words were swallowed automatically.

No matter how young Geralt was, he would be 80 to 25 years old. The boy next to him is probably [-]?

The powerful developmental adjustments brought about by the gene seeds made the old witcher guess Lan En's age a bit older.

"It's time to go, Vesemir. If I want Ciri out this time, I guess I've already used up my face with the dryad. Brokleon should see me no differently from you guys now."

Lan tilted his head at Vesemir and walked towards Geralt and Ciri.

The old witcher followed him step by step.

"Lan?"

"Well, what's the matter?"

"If you're going to Kaer Morhen, it's best in winter."

Lan En stopped in his footsteps, turned his head with a surprised and happy expression, and looked at the old witcher as usual.

"So, you agree with me to learn the most profound knowledge among those demon hunters?"

"Why not?"

Lan stopped in his tracks, and Vesemir kept walking, just past him.This time, Lan En followed behind.

"Lan, you didn't hesitate when you rescued Ciri from Yugoun's mouth. I know, you have some new tricks that an old guy like me doesn't understand, allowing you to face the ten-meter height difference calmly. But What I care about is not the new tricks, but your unhesitating attitude. I know you want to save people, subconsciously want to save people, and that's enough."

"You are able to claim face from Eisna, which means that you have done at least one thing that can make the whole forest accept you. And before you open your mouth to Eisna, you still haven't forgotten to ask Ciri's own thoughts. To be honest, if I had your face, I probably wouldn't be able to remember, or say I wouldn't care about Ciri, this little girl's thoughts."

"You are excellent, Lane. You are excellent in every way."

Lan En couldn't see Vesemir's expression, but the old witcher's tone made him feel like he was facing the class teacher who wished him a good university admission in high school.

He himself cannot benefit from your progress, but he sincerely hopes that you will get better and better.

"I will open everything in Kaer Morhen to you. You can treat it as your home. This is my promise. It's really interesting. There hasn't been anyone like you in the wolf school for a long time, Lan En. None of the guys I've taught recently is reassuring, including Geralt."

"You bear school's green grass trial must have mutated."

Lan En looked at the old witcher's sturdy back and smiled, trotted forward in two steps, and put his arm on Vesemir's shoulder.The old man let out a hearty laugh.

"Hey! Watch out for my old bones!"

"You mean an old bone who can beat five or six young and strong guys to the ground?"

"It's not that exaggerated. Last month, I only beat three fights in the tavern."

"Then how many are there?"

"Three."

Geralt, who was still trying to figure out the situation, looked over at the hearty laughter of the old man and the young man.

He and Ciri were 'blaming' each other just now.

Geralt 'accuses' Ciri of knowing who he was, and their relationship, when they first met, but just holding back.

Ciri's old nanny in the palace is a person who believes in fate. The nanny often tells Ciri about the entanglement between the witcher and her parents.

The old nanny also predicted that a white-haired witcher would appear and take her away.

And Ciri's grandmother, Queen Calanthe, would be furious every time, yelling 'This is impossible, I will not let this happen! '

So to sum up, Geralt fully believes that Ciri's non-public relationship is just because she has a stomach full of bad water.

But Ciri was also 'blaming' Geralt, she said that Geralt's way of trying to shake off the connection with her fate made her uncomfortable, feeling that she was seen as a heavy burden full of troubles .

And when Lan En and Vesemir came over, this innocuous mutual 'accusation' came to an end naturally.

"Well, it seems that you have already negotiated?"

Geralt folded his arms over his chest and raised his eyebrows, looking at the two people approaching with arms crossed.

Lan En gave him a thumbs up of 'get it'.

"Okay, we should go. Old Esna did save you by teleporting us all out of the village where the horses are kept."

Geralt and Lann led the way into the village, and after paying the bill to the farmer who took care of the carrots and Poppy, each horse led two people towards the distance of Brokleon.

They plan to send Vesemir to Brugge first to get a commission.Then send Ciri back to Sintra.

It can't really be because of this little girl that the two countries will fight, right?

But at the fork in the road, Ciri suddenly grabbed Geralt's hand that was about to hold the rein and turned the corner, and frowned, "No, don't go this way, the other is better."

Geralt frowned, looking at Ciri seriously.

"How do you feel? How do you know?"

"I just know." She shrugged back, her emerald green eyes lowered, looking surprised and helpless. "But why? How would I know?"

On the other side of Poppy's back, Lane and Vesemir frowned at Ciri in unison.

The son of the ancient bloodline. In a place where he has never been before, he naturally has a sense, knowing whether the route is right and whether the road is safe or not.

Did this bloodline give her a constant prophecy?

Or...even the profound prophecy is only a part of this bloodline?

At this moment, Lan En had a little understanding that Esna wanted Ciri to drink the water of Brokleon, and then took the opportunity to cast a spell.

Geralt looked at his teacher and Lan En without a trace, and then took out the Wolf School necklace from his collar.

"Touch this, Ciri."

"Wow!" The little girl opened her mouth wide, "What a scary wolf, it even has fangs."

As he said that, Ciri's fingers moved close to the pendant of the necklace, and before she could fully touch it, the necklace had already started to rattle.

"It moved!" Ciri murmured. "It's magic, isn't it?"

"Yes, this is magic. Now, Ciri, you lead the way."

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(End of this chapter)