Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 811 793. Psychology

"Hoo~ poof!"

Ciri took a deep breath and stuck her head out from the pile of straw. There were now a lot of messy straws in her mouse-gray hair.

"Ah, that's great, that's great." Lambert folded his hands on his chest and showed no expression, but he spat out some weird sarcasm.

"As soon as you come here, you will break this little girl's record of not falling for a month."

Lan En stood still behind Lambert, while Flannel Ball looked at the witcher's training equipment with excitement and curiosity.

Lan En can now somewhat ignore Lambert's prickly mouth.

So he raised his eyebrows and asked directly.

"She hasn't fallen down in a month? What's her current training progress?"

Lambert tilted his head and glanced at him.

Lambert glanced at Lan En dissatisfiedly.

Just because of the height difference between the two of them, the way he looked up looked very unimpressive.

That is to say, it is during the apprenticeship teaching stage that they are given a special name.

"Are you clamoring to eat?" Lan En felt a little surprised, "I remember that the taste of those two things was not very good."

Depriving a little girl of her future female characteristics at an early age. If this happened, the witchers of the Wolf sect would definitely regret it and collapse.

Just to simulate the real situation.

"Since what you said, she clamored for mushroom salad and herbal juice this morning, but we didn't give it to her."

Because this has become the basic movement in their swordsmanship.

So over time, none of the demon hunters on the market talked about this set of actions.

It's just that he has come into contact with these medicinal materials now, and also had Mentos analyze their medicinal properties, so he knows that these things taste very bad.

This is the treatment that only a properly trained demon hunter apprentice can receive. He, the son of destiny who was forcibly mutated by his master, does not have this time.

Lan Endu reacted for a while before remembering it at Mentos' prompt.

"No." Lambert said this without any ambiguity.

"The training is no problem." Lan En was also watching, and Ciri climbed back onto the rickety long plank. "She didn't drink potion or eat mushrooms today, right?"

"I'm learning the 'Three Little Steps' right now, you know? Feint, lunge, turn, and wipe the neck."

In fact, Lan En has not eaten the cave fungi unique to witchers, nor the pre-mutation strengthening herbal juice.

This is a basic routine in the swordsmanship of a demon hunter. Basically every demon hunter who can come out to take on a job must practice this set of movements to the point of physical instinct.

After all, they did not pay attention to what Lan En mentioned yesterday, and now they are a little scared.

The indifference and ruthlessness of the Bear School is sometimes reflected in impatience.

"She was almost done practicing, and I planned to remove the straw pile under her in a week. But now... hum."

And because demon hunters will fight and face monsters in various environments and terrains, Ciri's "Three Small Steps" will be practiced on a seesaw-like wooden board that is difficult to control balance.

Because they already regard Ciri as the descendant of all of them.

Generally, girls of Xili's age would not clamor for unpalatable food.

When he said this, the corners of Lambert's mouth rose, as if he was a little proud.

"Those things do taste like chewing tree bark, but Shirley is no ordinary little girl."

"She has a fire in her heart, passionate and persistent. If it can make herself stronger, she will not hesitate to eat some tree bark."

"Wow, that's awesome, meow!"

At this time, the flannel ball was also looking at Xili with bright eyes. Maybe it was Xili's spirit that made him feel full of energy.

Lan En touched his chin rationally. "Is it because of the insecurity she felt after encountering a huge change that prompted her to strengthen herself with an anxious attitude?"

Lambert looked at Lan En beside him in surprise.

"Have you studied psychology?"

"Study?" Lan En shook his head slightly, "I have never studied psychology courses systematically, why do you ask?"

"I took a job at Oxenfurt last time. After I finished it, I was pulled over by an old professor, who said he wanted to conduct a psychological analysis on the witcher. Your tone just now was very similar to his."

Lambert grinned. It seemed that the psychological analysis made him feel bad.

"That guy said that the reason why I make people angry whenever I speak is because of the psychological trauma I suffered when I was a child, which formed some kind of 'resistive self-protection mechanism'. Is that really nonsense?"

"The guy looked at me like he was a poor guy at the end! It was so weird!"

Lan En nodded noncommittally.

But looking at the unhappy look on Lambert's face, he knew in his heart: Lies and nonsense will not hurt people, but the truth is the sharpest weapon.

There are very few people who become demon hunters who have no psychological problems.

"Let me take over." Lan En walked in front of Lambert and walked towards Ciri.

The foul-mouthed wolf school nodded, "Then leave it to you, that one"

At the end of the sentence, he pursed his lips and showed a rare expression of worry.

"It's not too late, right? Her body"

Lan En looked back at him, and then chuckled softly after looking at him for a while.

"You have only had her for half a year. Even if she fails in practice, I can bring her back. Don't worry."

Lambert let out a sigh of relief.

"Huh, that would be great. Otherwise, Geralt and Vesemir would definitely regret it and go crazy!"

"You won't regret it?" Lan En tilted his head and smiled.

"Regret? For her?" Lambert sneered and turned away, "Who the hell is she? I don't regret it, it's none of my business."

After Lambert left, Fluffy Ball scratched his little triangular ears and looked at his back.

"Duplicity, meow?"

After saying that, Fluffy Ball raised his head and looked at Lan En as if asking.

Lan En smiled and said nothing, and rubbed the calico cat's head.

"Okay, Shirley! You come down first."

Lan En shouted to the little girl who climbed back onto the long rickety board.

"Let me adjust your training plan during this time."

"Huh? It's really fake!"

The little girl screamed in surprise, and at the same time, her steps became chaotic again, and she fell into the straw pile again with a bang.

But this time, she crawled out of the scattered straw like a little monkey and ran towards Lan En before she could stand still.

In Xili's heart, Lan En is probably the best warrior in the world.

Although she also loves Geralt, Uncle Vesemir, and Lambert, but love is love, in terms of strength.

Lan En's analysis was correct. The trauma caused by that war was not limited to the physical level, but also the spiritual level of countless people.

Ciri was stimulated by that war and became this insecure person, so much so that she became somewhat aggressive in training.

(End of this chapter)