Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 326 325. Continental Situation

In the end, Geralt didn't take the little girl with mouse-gray hair either.

Under his insistence, Lane and Vesemir could only leave overnight and continue walking in the direction of Brugge.

Vesemir now has a horse, thanks to the Veldon soldiers who blocked the way and killed them.

The three of them rode silently under the moonlight.

Although Lan En liked that little girl in Ciri, he had a sense of proportion.

Geralt had entered into a relationship with the little girl according to the unwritten law of accident.

He has no right to ask Geralt to perform his duties.

Lane believed that Vesemir had the same idea.

The old witcher had taken care of Ciri like a junior before, but when he was leaving, he just stood and looked at the little girl's sleeping face, and then rode away with him.

"I don't know if 'fate' exists or not." During the ride, Vesemir's old voice broke the silence.

"But Geralt, you should know that the accidental child is indeed something special. Based on my experience over the years."

"The plague!" Geralt interrupted the old witcher angrily. "Are you even going to talk about 'fate' to me now, Vesemir? If the witcher has a destiny, then It’s just that no witcher can die in bed! Do you want Ciri to end up in some muddy field? Do you want to?”

"I don't know which piece of mud I died in, man, I don't think I will end up like this."

Lan En said calmly on the side.

Geralt was choked, and wanted to refute, but for a moment he really thought that a person like Lan En would never be unknown even if he died.

So I could only say angrily: "That's you! What would Shirley do? She might not even be able to beat a Chichimo in her entire life!"

"She may not have my physical strength and swordsmanship, but her magical power is obvious, right? The blood of the ancients, the power that even Eisna would borrow, and it is still in the 'young period'. I wonder if you are also A female sorceress is going to die, why don't you say something cruel to others?"

"Xi Li is different from Ye. Anyway! Can you stop mentioning this?!"

After the joke was finished, although Geralt was still a little stubborn, the atmosphere was obviously relaxed.

"Okay, okay, all of you are talking about fate! Fate!"

Geralt turned sharply to look at Lane.

"Our 'famous' Mr. Lan En has seen a lot, you have even saved the world, and even cooperated with many gods, so can you reveal it to me, a mortal?"

"Is there really such a thing as 'fate' in this world? Listen, I don't want big ideas, and I don't want nonsense like 'old sayings' or 'common sayings'. Can you give me an authoritative and definitive answer? Does fate exist?"

Lan was silent for a while under Geralt's gaze, and finally sighed: "Hey, I can't answer you."

Lady in the Lake responded to Dagon's threat by saying only that 'many people are helping'.What Lan En was really sure of, apart from the lady in the lake, was Esna who had just met, and that annoying demon from another world—Gaunt O'Dim.

He has never seen anyone else who contributed at that time, and he has not asked specifically.

"Aha!" Geralt cheered happily as if he had won the round. "You don't know, do you? Fate is simply a sophistry."

"But I can ask, Geralt."

But before Geralt's cheers were over, Lane's flat tone made him choke like a suckling pig with an apple stuffed in its mouth.

That flat tone brought great credibility.

At least in the eyes of Vesemir and Geralt, who knew Lane well, he was serious at this moment.

"If you want to know whether fate exists, you can only experience it yourself, or hear it from hearsay. But I can go to people and ask them if there is fate in this world."

Who are you going to ask?

Geralt had originally wanted to question that.

But then, he thought of what Lane had told them on the road at that time.So he opened his mouth dryly, and after opening and closing several times, what he said was——

"Then, I'll wait for your news."

A distraught Geralt left on the way alone.

In fact, judging from his role as a 'middleman', when Vesemir agreed to open up the knowledge of the witcher to Lan En, he could leave.

It's just because he was able to chat with Lan En, haven't seen Vesemir for a long time, and because of Ciri, he walked away from the group of demon hunters for a while.

When Lan En left, he told him about the places where he would often be - Arethusa College and the Dark Water Village on the outskirts of Vizima.

If he is in trouble and needs help, or wants to know the answer about 'fate', he can go to these two places to find him.

Vesemir and Lan stopped their horses, watching the figures of Geralt and Carrot gradually blur and disappear under the dim night.

"He liked Ciri a lot."

After Geralt was out of sight, Vesemir still turned in that direction and spoke.

"He's just too... low self-esteem. As a demon hunter, you will get used to being discriminated against a lot, but in fact, you start to despise yourself in your heart."

"He was worried that he would mess up Ciri's original life. After all, she is a princess."

Poppy's horseshoes were moving back and forth, and Lane was also facing the direction Geralt had left.

"If you only look at power and life, it's really not a good idea to leave the position of princess. But it's hard to say in the current situation."

Baron Bodrog's complaints at Doon Canal clearly indicated a trend.

In the Nilfgaardian Empire in the south, of course, there are hawks and doves in the country.

The action of the Dove faction towards the north was to support goodwill representatives, but the most outstanding achievement of this faction - Earl Stessa of Temeria, was raided by Lane, killed the entire manor, and crushed his head.

Foltest took advantage of this heavenly opportunity to swallow up more than half of their long-term efforts and resources.The remaining less than half rotted in the hands of those surviving people who had no climate.

As a result, the prestige and strength of the doves were suppressed, and the resources they originally invested in Earl Stesa needed to be rewarded and explained domestically.And now they have nothing to offer.

Today's Southern Empire is estimated to be dominated by warlike hawks.

Sintra is almost on the dividing line between North and South.

Now that the international situation is turbulent, is a princess of a country sitting on a powder keg really a good position?
Times of chaos always come inadvertently, before people realize it.

Lan himself wasn't sure if his feelings were right.

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(End of this chapter)