Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 806 788. Lambert

"You let a little girl go out to kill someone?"

Berengar looked at Geralt with wide eyes.

And Geralt didn't feel guilty.

"We were only as old as she was when we were running on Killer Road, weren't we?"

Geralt leaned back in his chair, raised his legs on the table, and drank comfortably from the glass of aged Nilfgaardian limoncello in his hand.

"And Vesemir is watching her, and Lambert is hunting outside, so she is safe. She is not a porcelain doll that can break at the touch of a touch. Do you still remember where the scar on her face came from?"

"Now she is at the age where she should learn something. There is nothing else to teach her in the witcher's castle, but we don't want to waste her, so at least we need to teach her something that can help her protect herself in this cruel world. means."

Lan En and Berengar nodded silently.

People's learning ability gradually declines, even for long-lived transformed people like demon hunters.

Lan En raised his wine glass and nodded at Geralt with a teasing tone.

Lan En said nothing, but Berengar's eyes were filled with memories.

Geralt immediately chuckled and used the 'Wolf School's characteristic irony' to stab back.

After joking, his tone became serious.

"Why, you are now a full-time wet nurse and you don't want to go out to make money?"

He also knew that Lan En had no feelings for his school of thought, so he spoke openly.

Although the knowledge of demon hunters is a bit 'biased', in terms of high level, it is after all a knowledge system established by a few outstanding warlocks hundreds of years ago.

"When I came back with Ciri, I said it was my 'destiny,' and my guys didn't have a second thought."

"We are not a school that is ruthless to our companions, Lan."

Uneducated people grow up in ignorance. This is the case for most civilians in this world.

"I didn't expect that I knew that in order to take care of Ciri, you must leave someone to stay in Kaer Morhen. But I didn't expect that you actually left three people?"

"So now we take turns looking for work, and the money we earn is used to support the people in Kaer Morhen. Eskel is the first to go out."

Berengar's fingers touched the edge of the wine glass and he lowered his head and said.

You should learn more when you are young, otherwise even developing your intelligence will be a problem.

Lan En had never heard of the name Lambert. But he should also be a member of the Wolf School.

"They knew Ciri's identity, but no one cared. Eskel took the initiative to take on the work of going out to earn money. He knew how much effort it would take to raise this little girl in Kaer Morhen, and how much time and effort it would take to raise this little girl. Someone is watching to prevent her from being captured by the griffins and vampires in the mountains."

When communicating with others, he is dull, unable to express his meaning, logically confused, and has sudden and sudden mood swings. When he first came to this world, Lan En even found it difficult to communicate with them.

It is estimated that only tutors specially hired by big nobles and big businessmen for their offspring, or places like Oxenfurt University, can stand tall and say 'I am stronger'.

It seems that in this castle of a school that I wanted to escape from in my early years, I remembered some warmth that was buried deep in my memory.

'Education' is a luxury right in this era.

"I can lend you some money for an emergency."

"It doesn't matter when. My current savings look a little scary to me. Raising a little girl, a child of destiny, is not a big expense."

Geralt shook his head.

"Forget it, Master Berengar. To be honest, we are not familiar with each other and have never even met. Maybe Vesemir can chat with you?"

"But I can't accept your loan. After all, although we are a little tired now, we can still hold on. If the work becomes difficult, even if we work as a laborer at the dock, will we still be able to raise a little girl?"

Originally, Geralt's words were very honest and sincere, and there was nothing to criticize.

But the key is that he finally said, 'Go to the dock to work as a laborer.' As soon as he said this, Lan almost choked the wine in his mouth into his nose.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Geralt looked at Lan En who was choking on his drink strangely. Apparently he didn't know that he said the wrong thing.

And sure enough, Berengar, who had been full of emotion just now, immediately turned expressionless. "Oh, then just hold on."

Geralt was stunned by the rapid change of attitude.

"Ahem, so you came here this time. As promised last time, you came to take a look at the information?"

Although he didn’t know why he said the wrong thing, Geralt had been a witcher for decades and easily changed the subject.

So Lan En picked up the conversation and told him the current situation outside.

"Hmph, you're famous but you want to hide yourself. This is the first time I've seen you."

Bai Lang said in a relaxed tone.

"But just the things you did are indeed worthy of those stories, aren't they?"

Lan En shook his head disdainfully: "Then do you still remember those people you have seen who became famous but did not hide away, but instead enjoyed themselves openly? How do you remember them in the end?"

Bai Lang really rolled his eyes to the side and said after thinking about it for a while.

"Well, they are all dead. Killed by countless challengers, or otherwise ruined."

"So," Lan En spread his hands and did not continue.

It was still early, so Geralt found a large piece of cheese from the kitchen behind the fireplace and ate it as a side dish.

During this period, Lan En talked about his story in the monster world, and Geralt talked about Ciri's life after arriving here.

Berengar was more concerned about what Vesemir thought of Geralt when he brought back the two Valyrian steel swords.

A group of people just chatted like this until it got dark.

"Ha! Don't tell me you've seen a deer-headed spirit that has been strengthened to that point. I don't even want to hear about this thing."

"Ancient! Ancient deer-headed spirit."

Lan En seriously corrected Geralt's statement. This statement obviously lowered the value of the young man's record and he couldn't bear it.

"Okay, ancient deer-headed spirit. You said there are still totems left there that have not been found? Oh, I really hope I don't get dragged into their random teleportation next time I take on this kind of job."

Geralt smiled gleefully.

At his professional age, he has long ceased to be obsessed with whether his performance is good or not, and whether he is impressive or not.

Mainly based on cost-effectiveness.

He wished that in all his missions, his opponents would be a group of evil ghosts, ghouls, and water ghosts, and then he would be rewarded with gryphons and petrified cockatrices.

Lan En's experience seemed to him to be unlucky.

At this moment, there was movement outside the door of the main building of the castle.

"There's an extra horse in the stable, and I bet someone came in. It's a purebred Kaedweni warhorse. Not bad compared to Eskel's Scorpion."

A relatively young male voice said this.

"Which poor homeless witcher did you invite again, the compassionate Vesemir?"

The oldest known demon hunter that Lan En was familiar with responded to the relatively young voice like this.

"Can't you be more honest when you talk to me? Haven't I whipped you enough during training, Lambert?"

"I told you, I haven't invited anyone else recently. I have to watch Ciri and don't have time to go out."

"I bear witness!" The little girl's voice was weak and she sounded exhausted. But the mood is quite exciting.

"Okay, you testify." Lambert imitated Shirley in a weird voice.

Although Lan En has never met Lambert, Lan En always feels that there is a sense of ridicule and sarcasm in his tone all the time.

"I just want to say, I just killed this goat. If there is not enough food, let the man do it himself!"

(End of this chapter)