Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 325. The Sword of Destiny Has Two Edges
"No." The druid wearing a sealskin coat said firmly.

"Calanthe has changed her mind. Ciri will no longer fulfill her engagement with Prince Christine. She has her own plan. In addition, because King Ewell sent soldiers to intercept the caravan on the road and blame the tree spirit , I no longer have the slightest trust in his character, and Calanthe also values ​​my judgment."

"We won't even stop at Nastrog, I'll take the little one straight back to Sintra. Come with us, Geralt."

In the gradually darkening night, the few people did not rush to the next village after all, and could only light a bonfire by the roadside.

Three witchers and a burly druid sat around the fire, talking in low voices.

Ciri wrapped herself in a thick fur and fell asleep next to the fire.

Mossack and Geralt were discussing about Cintra and Ciri.

On the other hand, Lan En and Vesemir exchanged various techniques of the witcher, while paying half of their attention to the conversation next to them.

After Vesemir knew that Ciri was Geralt's accidental son, he naturally began to regard the little girl as a junior.

And Ciri was really likable, too.

"That's why I said that demon hunters should also have some long-range countermeasures. The seal is at most a medium distance. People who draw bows and arrows from a distance have no pressure when facing Geralt, but I will kill them." The two leaders, they just slipped away."

The young man is selling his 'hand length advantage theory' to the old witcher.

Vesemir was not the stubborn head who would never change his mind. He nodded frequently as he listened, expressing his approval.

"Hey." The old witcher suddenly sighed with emotion.

"Times are changing so fast now. In my time, although people had a hard time, people were people, and monsters were monsters. There is no need for a demon hunter to think about the problem of 'what should I do if I encounter a crossbowman'?" A hundred years have passed, but now it is quite different.”

Vesemir's body is far from being 'old', but his spirit has begun to have a strong time filter like an ordinary old man.

Anyway, Lan En didn't believe that in the more difficult times in the past, there would be fewer bandits and road tyrants.

At most, these people at that time could not get military equipment, and most of them would not know how to use or maintain it if they got it.

So much so that when the old witcher dealt with them, he didn't even leave a deep impression on them.

"I went to Brugge this time to collect the bounty, and I bought a hand crossbow on the way. You are right, Lane. One must adapt to the times."

After finishing speaking, Vesemir glanced at the young man with a strange expression, and muttered a few more words.

"Let's just use the hand crossbow. Few people can use the release frequency and precision of your set of spells. Did your bear school integrate the formula of the griffin school?"

After Lan En dismantled the launching device on his left arm, Vesemir kept touching his chin with a complicated expression.

The frequency of sign release is good. Before the demon hunters split into factions and operated in the form of the demon hunter cult, he had a good relationship with many future griffin schools.

Those witchers would add mutagenic substances to enhance spellcasting ability in the recipe of Trial of Grass.

For example, the mutation inducer of deer head essence, or the common blue mutation inducer with a higher probability of occurrence.

After those people drink potions that increase vitality and recovery, they can also cast spells for a period of time.

But few mages have tried this idea of ​​condensing the impact of [Alder] onto the base of a metal pipe!
With limited energy, most young spellcasters will pursue bigger and stronger spells, and few will delve into control.

The two demon hunters were talking about the combination of the combat system 'far, medium, and near', while the conversation of the druid on the other side seemed to be unhappiness.

"This is the third time! Geralt! Your fate has crossed three times! Do you want to tell me that this is a coincidence? On this vast land, among the many creatures. The identities vary greatly, Two people living in different areas have met three times because of a so-called 'coincidence'?"

"How many orphans in this world can't even see their parents for a second time in this life! And now you want to tell me that the encounter between you and Ciri was all a coincidence?"

The strong druid pressed his voice and asked with sarcasm, which was very oppressive.

Lan felt that if Ciri hadn't been sleeping on the side, Mossak would have started to growl by now.

"So what if it's not a coincidence?" Geralt didn't seem to feel the pressure at all, his face was expressionless, and he was still fiddling with the fire.

"I made Xili's parents swear that they would give me a reward according to the law of accident. Yes, the reward appeared, and he was sleeping next to us at this time, but as the recipient of the reward, I have the right to refuse it, right? I just As I said, I just want to be a helpful demon hunter at this moment, so I don’t want the promised reward! Just like the Ike Knight of Denesler, I can exorcise demons for free. Is that okay?”

"No problem." The druid said, "You have the right to refuse payment, but I must emphasize that this behavior comes with risks. There is an old saying, 'the sword of destiny.'"

"There are two blades," Geralt helped him finish. "Damn it, I've been hearing that phrase for the past two days."

"Always hear it, then you should listen to it! The old saying makes sense!" Mossak choked.

"I also don't want little Xili to be wandering and wandering, so that these little hands are covered with calluses for holding swords. I also don't want Calanthe to scold me, and even berate me to kill me. But I don't want to look at Ka Lanser Lancer and Ciri are in danger!"

"I'm not like you, Geralt. I believe in 'fate', and after you asked fate for a reward, you refused three times in a row in humiliation! You think the sword of fate is just plated A wooden sheet with a layer of gold leaf?! When it falls, something will happen! It will kill people!"

"How many curses have you solved? You should know that fighting against that kind of power will only make the situation worse. The power of fate is more powerful than curses. Why did you, an expert, become a fool?"

Mossack and Geralt are also old acquaintances, and when he taunts Geralt, he always has the meaning of hating him not to cry when he sees the coffin.

"I know, you don't want Ciri to follow you to live the life of a witcher. You have been a witcher since you were a child, and you have suffered discrimination and targeting, as well as danger and death. You think entrusting a princess to a witcher is a shame. It's a bad idea that even a ghoul can't think of. But."

Mossak looked earnestly at Geralt's profile.

"Just think of it as saving her, her grandmother! Take her away, Geralt!"

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(End of this chapter)