Chapter 1383 1355. Ciri’s letter
“Geralt.”
Lane followed Berengar into his small office built inside the blacksmith’s factory. As he walked, he greeted the acquaintances sitting in the office.
"Of course it's you, Geralt." Lan En repeated his name with a meaningful and teasing smile on his face. "Apart from you, which other demon hunter has such a complicated character?"
This old friend still has sickly milky white hair tied into a ponytail and tied back by a hair rope.
There was no change on his face. After all, such a short period of time is nothing compared to a demon hunter's lifespan.
I just don’t know if he was injured or had scars while working during this period.
The scars are the most prominent traces of changes in the demon hunter's body over time.
Who knows what the wounds left in the struggle with strange monsters will be like.
Fortunately, Lan En took a closer look at Geralt and found that he only had a shallow horizontal scar near his eyebrow bone, which looked very dangerous.
He is currently wearing high-level armor from the Wolf School, and the blueprints were collected one after another from the ruins near Kaer Morhen last time.
A hard leather jacket and breeches, with a dense mixed layer of mail and cloth armor underneath the jacket. The wide and thick cooked dragon leather straps are slung over the armor's shoulders, providing many hanging points for props and providing additional protection.
I hunted the materials myself, and bought them with money if I couldn't scrape together enough. The handmade fabrics were folded in half, which allowed Geralt to wear this outfit.
When Lan En took off his hood, Geralt subconsciously relaxed and moved the hand holding several pieces of letter paper from his back to the front.
“Another trip to another world? Good boy.”
He smiled in his unique husky voice and walked closer to Lan En.
Needless to say anything, the two hugged each other tacitly, patted each other on the back and said hello.
Berengar closed the door of his office at this time, which at least silenced the tinkling sound of iron coming from outside.
The three of them sat down again.
"Why did you come to Gos Velen?" Lan En sat on a bench and asked Geralt with interest, "Ciri is not here in Kaer Morhen, I thought you It’s time to start looking for work, White Wolf.”
His armor-clad body was no longer the size of an ordinary person's, so he couldn't squeeze into the chairs here, so he simply found a bench to sit on.
Among the three people, he was the only one sitting on the bench.
The employment contract that Berengar and Lann issued to the demon hunters of the Wolf School in Gos Velen was actually taking care of them in a sense.
After all, a group of them had to raise a child in Kaer Morhen at that time.
But now, Lan En and Berengar don't care. Anyway, demon hunters are indeed needed here for security work.
However, the Wolf School educated by Vesemir no longer wants to trouble others or take advantage.
Lan and Berengar also knew this, so they called for Gede instead of calling on the demon hunters from the Wolf School to replace them.
Self-esteem.
This kind of thing is already very rare in the group of demon hunters, but it is extremely common in the Wolf School.
It can only be said that no matter how much Lambert dislikes it, Vesemir has profoundly affected the three of them.
"I am indeed looking for work." Geralt took the glass of Temerian rye from Berengar and said in a low and hoarse voice.
“On the way to Gos Velen, I also killed a fork-tailed dragon that was blocking the road.”
“There were merchants and armies on that road, and they were all anxious. As we walked along, I took the opportunity to add some more money."
Geralt said with a calm smile.
“Then you used the money to go to Gos Velen and sleep with the Night Demon?”
As soon as Geralt finished speaking, Lan En next to him sighed, causing the white-haired old demon hunter's face to suddenly stiffen.
Spill out the rye in the glass in your hand.
"What? No, me"
Berengar across the table was casually wiping a few documents that had been sprinkled with hops before Geralt finished speaking in defense. He said without raising his head.
"White Wolf, there are three witchers in this room now."
Raising his head, the veteran of the Wolf School glanced at Geralt speechlessly with his cat eyes.
"You have just shaved your sideburns, and the workmanship is pretty good. There are no broken hairs on your body, and your clothes still smell of the moisture from the public bathroom. You took a shower after your haircut."
"The underground bathhouse of Yinlu Tavern, right?"
As soon as Berengar finished speaking, Lan En took over with a smile.
“There are hoof prints on the boots, or on the side calves.” He stretched out his foot and lightly kicked Geralt’s boots. “You can’t lie on the floor in the bathhouse and be stepped on by a cow. ”
The young demon hunter said firmly: "It can only be that when I was taking off my clothes, I kicked my hot boots to the ground and was stepped on by the Night Demon."
"I'm still here now. I can smell the smell of cosmetics and sulfur on you. "Female night demons also use cosmetics, and because they have so many obsessed bed partners, the cosmetics they often use are very expensive.
On the other hand, female night demons are still creatures that came from another world when the heavens and the earth met. Men who sleep with them will have a smell of sulfur on their bodies.
This smell is difficult to cleanse and penetrates deep into the skin. And as the number of times I sleep with the Night Demon increases, it will become thicker and deeper.
Of the three witchers in the room, who still doesn’t recognize the features?
"Okay." Geralt opened his mouth, "That Night Stalker is really great. And she didn't ask for money."
"No money?"
Berengar's hand that was pouring wine into Lan En's glass paused in surprise.
“She said, ‘I want to taste the desire of the demon hunter who is rumored to have abnormally strong hormones’, and also said ‘sleeping with the monster killer might be very exciting’, so she didn’t want any money.”< br>
Geralt shrugged while holding the wine glass.
“This female night devil is so courageous. She dares to come to the demon hunter for excitement.” Berengar shook his head and handed the glass filled with wine to Lan En, “When you meet a bear school, you will do that. Yeah, maybe my head will be chopped off on the spot."
"Bang bang." Lan En tapped his fingers on the table and complained speechlessly, "Hey, the Xiong School is here to listen to me. When killing intelligent creatures, you have good skills, okay!"
"You are different, let's talk about it." Berengar poured himself a glass of Temerian rye and sat down on the chair. Said with a wave of his hand.
The oldest demon hunter present muttered to himself.
Although he now goes to Yinlu Tavern every two or three days to find a call girl, old people like Night Demon are still not used to the rhythm of 'young people'.
He still felt from the bottom of his heart that it was a monster. This was the trend of his era, and it has now become deeply rooted in his bones.
So after muttering for a long time, Berengar was still not prepared to take care of this female night devil's excitement-seeking psychology. It would be better for humans or half-elves.
On the other side, Geralt turned to look at Lan, who was sitting on the stool, as if he wanted to crush the stool.
He raised the wine glass in his hand: "What new things did you see when you went to another world this time?"
There was a smile on his face that had a few scars and looked weathered and calm, just like a normal, relaxed chat between friends.
But Lan En just held the wine glass, tilted his head and looked at him, and did not start chatting immediately.
It wasn’t until Geralt’s face stiffened and his eyes lowered that the young man spoke.
“Do you really want to know what new things happened to me?” Lan En asked, taking a sip from his wine glass.
But before Geralt could answer, he gave his own answer.
"No, you don't care about these things, White Wolf. Your mind is not here. I can see at a glance that you are changing the subject."
Geralt remained silent, and Belengar also turned his gaze. Submitted.
"If you have something to say, you should just say it. Why are you always holding it in?"
Lan put the wine glass in his hand on Berengar's desk and looked at his old friend He stretched out his hand and shook it.
"Take it out." Lan En urged, "Let me see who wrote you a letter that made your famous White Wolf uneasy?"
Geralt was always dull at first, but then he handed over the letter in the bag to the young man's hand that was getting closer and closer.
The letter paper and the envelope were stacked together. The paper felt a little rough to the touch. Geralt must have read it many times.
Lan En took it in his hand and unfolded it. He saw that the handwriting was crooked and a bit unfamiliar, but he could tell that he was just unskilled in writing, not illiterate.
The frequent ink spots on the letter paper show the writer's frizzy character.
This is Ciri's letter.
Lan En unexpectedly looked up at Geralt.
At first, he thought it was because Bai Lang had encountered emotional difficulties, such as an old lover he owed money to.
And now Yennefer has rekindled her old relationship with him, and she seems to be in a dilemma.
Why are you struggling with Xili’s letter?
The subjugated princess obviously seemed to be in a very cheerful mood in the letter.
‘I sleep in a big room called [dormitory], you know? My bed is terrifyingly big.'
'Geralt, Aunt Nannik said I shouldn't write these stupid things, because the length of the letter should not be wasted. I should write what I have learned now, learn How is it going? I also said that everything is fine now, so you can rest assured.'
"I am indeed fine, especially now that I have a new quill, so I can continue writing again! Nan Aunt Nick read this paragraph and she praised I said that the grammar is very accurate, but unfortunately, Mammy and Yennefer still can't deal with each other."
'I was in the temple with Unid, Katie, and Aurora II. They had the best time, and we even went to feed the turkeys together. But there is a female turkey who is very aggressive. I suspect that she may have a brain problem, like what Yennefer said, a disease called [mania].'
'That turkey attacked us ! While we were feeding! I am sure this time, it is definitely mentally ill! But it couldn't hurt me at all, I only used a branch! Lan En taught me how to jump, and I can jump higher than it can flap its wings! , it hurts from top to bottom.’
(End of this chapter)