Chapter 1402 1374. Mentally and mentally exhausted
Lan did not hide anything when he returned to Arethusa, but when he came to High Hill Castle, he showed no trace.
There are too many places in Willen with harsh terrain and environment. There are not many people in these places, let alone spies and spies.
It is impossible to be seen and recognized on the road outside in the wilderness. In the castle, Lan En was also very relieved about the Ember Knights.
They were the troops he led out personally after following him in dealing with the Nilfgaardian army in Cintra.
Needless to say, there is no such thing as controlling the leakage of information. The handymen, grooms and other people in the castle assigned by Temeria have already greeted Lan En and made arrangements as soon as they arrived.
The news that they came to Gaoqiu Castle must not have leaked out.
“But their estimate was good.” Lan En took his eyes out of the observation hole on the castle wall and turned to Triss with a relaxed smile. "I really won't show up here."
The sorceress looked at Lan En in confusion.
“Wait, let me confirm first. You should know that since the other party has already reached this step, he probably dared to do it because he was confident, right?”
Triss crossed her arms and tapped the toe of one foot on the stone floor of the castle as a signal.
"There are only sixty knights in this castle. Even if they are Ember Knights, even if they are fighting a dominant defensive battle, there are only sixty."
"And look What do you mean, there are still ten of these sixty people who are not participating in the defense?"
"Oh, are you sure you don't need the help of a mage?"
At the end, Triss said. Smile playfully.
She thought Lan En was joking with her.
On the battlefield, the original position of the mage has always been the fort for attacking fortifications.
It is even more important on the battlefield of defending the castle.
In the royal palace of Cintra, it was rumored that Archdruid Mossak, who was serving in the palace at that time, used his magic to defend the palace gates against the Nilfgaardian army for a period of time.
But the witcher shook his head easily, indicating that he was really not joking.
"If they are really the fanatics in the Knights of the White Rose, then they must have bypassed the Holy Council and did these things in private."
"And if I take action here, the effect will be It's a bit 'too good', too eye-catching, and it will hinder my next plan."
"As for the warlock?" Lan En looked at Triss, "This battlefield. There will be no warlocks on the planet."
"The Eternal Fire despises witchcraft and supernatural powers. They will only prepare enough magic-blocking gold, but will not find a warlock who can smash hailstones."
“They think that the magic-blocking gold can very well restrain my connections among the warlocks. This is indeed good. But it is not good for them.”
The red-haired sorceress nodded: "It seems that you do have a countermeasure."
"It's not a countermeasure." Lan En smiled easily and made a tiny sign between his two fingers. Distance, "just a little accumulation."
"Speaking of accumulation." Suddenly, the sorceress's hand that was smoothing her hair grabbed the braided hairstyle on the back of her head, shook it slightly, and drank. The long red hair fell down.
Her eyes also fell on the demon hunter opposite, fiery and unabashed.
“I don’t want to sleep on that hard bed alone tonight. Not at all! And the key is not whether the bed board is hard or not. No matter how hard the bed board is, there is always a way for people to sleep on it. You Do you understand, dear?”
The palm that had been withdrawn from Lan En's skin just now in order to keep the conversation rational, now slipped in along the silk lace of his shirt collar.
The sorceress's voice was as mellow and enchanting as sticky honey. Her legs rubbed together uncontrollably, pushing the witcher towards a certain room in the castle.
"But I still have to deal with the materials, respected royal advisor." Lan En raised a finger, emphasizing that he still had work to do. "That's the raw material for a potion set for ten people."
"Leave it to your knight, Sir Lan En." The sorceress bit the finger, "I've seen it, their alchemy He is very good at the art, at least he is good at handling the materials.”
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Although Geralt Lan and the others left Gos Velen's city gate in the morning, the road to Velen was not easy to walk, and there might be a swamp under a piece of grass.
In addition, the area of Wellen is not small, so even if the straight-line distance is not too far, it is indeed late when they arrive at Gaoqiu Castle.
In addition, Lan En checked the accounts, listened to Lincoln's report, and the ten people who selected the mutations.
After finishing a lot of scattered things, it was already dark.
The remote small castle does not have the lively pubs in the towns to kill time, so it is time to rest.
The living conditions in the castle are not bad. Although the hardware facilities are similar to those in Kaer Morhen, the latitude and terrain of High Hill Castle are much warmer than those in the northernmost part of Kaedwen.
Even in autumn now, the nights are actually not very cold.
Lane said yesterday that there was no need for the Ember Knights to go out to investigate, but Lincoln still worried about increasing the manpower patrolling the castle walls at night.
They are just secret sentries, not patrolling with torches.
When he heard that someone was secretly targeting Fort Gaoqiu without him and others noticing, Lincoln was of course in a state of shock.
But then, he now simply wished that group of bold people who didn't know who they belonged to came over quickly.
If this group of people really wants to attack the castle while the adults are still here, they Ember Knights probably won’t even have to pay for the repairs to the outer walls of the castle. The group of people were led over just like they were on Suo Mountain, and that was it.
With Lan En's insight into the battlefield situation, I don't care what your plans are.
But if Lan En is to be dragged away by the Warlock Summit, although the Ember Knights are also the most elite knights, if they are calculated, they will really lose their numbers.
However, although Lincoln himself was fully alert, since the adults had already told him not to worry, he did not intend to make a big show of it.
His trust is absolute.
Early the next morning, in the cold wind of autumn, Gaoqiu Fort started its busy day as always.
The Temerian cook assigned to the Ember Knights is taking out a pickled pig leg outside the cafeteria, which is an ingredient for breakfast.
He brought out a basin of water and prepared to scrub away the layer of black ash deposited on the outer layer of the marinated pig legs. Later, he would have to use a knife to peel off the oxidized fat layer until the particularly bright red muscles were exposed before eating.
The handymen are helping, and several teenage boys seem to have been recruited from Wellen to do the work. Now they have runny noses while looking at the castle grounds with envy and admiration, the morning ember knights. time training.
When the Ember Knights followed Lan En, they made the fastest progress, but when they were in High Hill Castle, it was when they quickly became organized, and various systems and regulations were quickly formed.
Of course Lan En estimated that Lincoln, the young clerk who concealed the ‘soul of the second grade’, must have crammed a lot of private work into it.
Standing on the high platform of the gate of the main tower of the castle, Lan En watched his knights practicing swordsmanship.
Berengar hasn't gotten up yet. Lan En estimates that he was worried about the [Trial of Green Grass] last night and had insomnia.
Geralt had a very good physiological alarm clock. He was one step ahead of Lan, and stood on the stage wearing breeches, boots and a linen shirt.
Having one leg hanging down, he was half sitting on the solid wood railing of the high platform, turning his head sideways to look back at the training of the knights.
"Did you sleep well, White Wolf?" Lan En said hello while placing his hands on the railing and looking down. "It's a bit strange to say it, but this is indeed the first time I sleep in this castle that belongs to me."
The young demon hunter twisted his neck to stretch his muscles, but with this simple movement, the bulge The muscles are already showing strong outlines under the skin.
It feels like a large machine is warming up its engine.
"I'm not picky about where I sleep, I'm used to it." Geralt's recognizable hoarse voice said calmly.
The cold wind in the autumn morning in the remote countryside of Willen has no effect at all on the extremely tolerant demon hunter.
Lane's shirt and Geralt's shirt even had their collars open.
It’s just that the dense leaves outside the castle were blown by the wind, and a lot of them fell off, which was mixed with the spots of sunlight filtering through the shade of the trees.
"But on the other hand." Geralt crossed his arms and still sat on the railing with his butt half pulled up. "Do you have a misunderstanding about the sound insulation performance of your castle, Sir Lane?"
He smiled teasingly, reached out and patted the railing: "Stone castles built for war do not have the soundproofing layers of residential castles."
Seeing the young demon hunter curling his lips and not speaking, Geralt didn't bother either.
He himself is no better than Lan En. When he and Yennefer met for the first time, they encountered danger and were crushed under the ruins of a hotel on the street.
The two of them were so excited that they had just solved the crisis, and they had a good impression of each other, so they just met under the ruins in broad daylight.
It can only be said that the sorceress and the witcher are not the same. A personality that cares about other people's opinions and gossip.
So only in terms of 'playing', Geralt can still point at Lan En and laugh at him for being 'young'.
“But I remember Dandelion also described it to me: the sorceress’s character bursts and scorches like a red-hot iron, and when two red-hot irons sandwich someone between them, That scene is awesome.”
“I can’t figure it out, but someone actually enjoys being in the middle of the sorceress.”
“Isn’t it you?” Lan En shook his head strangely. Looking at Geralt, "I remember that you also had entanglements with many female sorcerers. Of course you know what I mean, not counting Yennefer."
"The situation is different." Geralt felt a little different. He turned his head freely and said, "We are just having sex, not falling in love. Yennefer doesn't care. But look at the way Tris looks at you. Are you and Tris here without telling Margarita?" < br>
As he said that, his expression became strange: "Man, that woman's magic is no joke!"
But the person involved waved his hand: "Dandelion's analysis of the sorceress is very reasonable, and she is worthy of being Austrian. Professor of literature at Senford University, but he is a little too accustomed to seeing contact with sorceresses from an ordinary person's perspective."
"A piece of meat placed in the middle of a red-hot iron is certainly terrible, but I... "young The witcher pointed at himself and smiled: "It's a piece of steel."
Geralt looked at the smiling Lan En and was silent for a while before smiling bitterly: ".When I see you, I always feel that I am really old. ”
"You are just worried about Ciri's mood and the current messy situation that has made you exhausted mentally and physically." Lan En comforted him, "That old guy from Belengar is still full of energy!"< br>
Geralt just smiled, not knowing how useful Lan En's persuasion was.
But then, a unique collision sound came from below the high platform, attracting the attention of the two demon hunters.
“Dang!!!”
(End of this chapter)