Chapter 288 287. The play between the bear and the wolf
“Is the situation, is the situation bad?”
The noble lady looked nervous. It can be seen that she cares about her brother very much, but she cares about many things. It was of no use at the time.
Geralt was choosing his words so as not to make the young lady feel like she was the one doing the wrong thing.
"Rumors distort the truth of the matter, those vital clues. What I can confirm from the mouths of these villagers are things that are already well known: Sir and a woman are having fun, and then one day the woman Disappear, Sir turns into a cormorant."
The cold-faced witcher sighed slightly.
"To be honest, there are few noble ladies who are as tolerant as you. They allow the farmers in the territory to chew on their knights for so long without stopping."
In fact. , a normal lord would break several whips on his subjects as soon as the rumors started to spread.
Lords with a more violent temper would erect several long wooden poles in conspicuous locations in their territory, and the hanged corpses would be hung on them like wind chimes.
Geralt couldn't tell now whether his sigh was complaining about the expected increase in workload, or whether he was lamenting the rare kindness of this noble lady.
He was not in a bad mood anyway.
"Please let these villagers go back, Miss Eliza. I will conduct an on-site inspection directly, please."
The cream-white-haired demon hunter was standing casually. , ready to say 'please take me to see your brother, the cormorant'.
But after his cat eyes casually glanced at the crowd gathered outside the manor, the weight of his body immediately rested on the toes of his left foot.
It seems as natural as changing positions after standing for a long time, but in fact, this is a standing posture that can start rotating, shifting, and swinging a sword at any time.
In short, this is a fully alert battle-ready posture.
There was a man in the crowd who caught Geralt's attention.
He is tall and strong, although among a group of farmers wrapped up in three layers outside, he is not eye-catching at first glance. But the witcher's powers of observation are far beyond those of ordinary people.
After one glance, he noticed an obvious sense of inconsistency -
The proportions of that person were too good.
Even though he was wearing obviously heavy equipment and was nearly two meters tall, his body proportions were still unusually coordinated.
Then looking again, Geralt discovered the silver necklace flashing in the cloak.
It was a roaring bear head.
The noble lady has never learned any swordsmanship. Of course she can't see the changes in Geralt. She just wonders why the witcher stops talking halfway.
"Master? Master Demon Hunter? What happened to you?"
"No, I just met a friend. Please let these people go home. I will go and talk about old times with that 'friend' first."
Miss Elisa looked at the hunter blankly. Master Majin, his cat eyes were staring motionlessly at somewhere in the crowd.
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Lan En walked out with the dispersed people. Wearing a black cloak and a hood, he looked inconspicuous in the gloomy winter sky.
This is the first master demon hunter he has seen besides Bordon.
Belengar doesn't count. That guy has been working as a laborer for at least ten years working overtime to earn wages.
The cream-white haired demon hunter fit his understanding of the master demon hunter very well.
Professional, calm, patient, and alert. The characteristics of the profession of demon hunter are vividly displayed in him.
Even within the Wolf School, which has the most complete knowledge inheritance, this guy is probably the most outstanding one.
And now, this outstanding demon hunter has stopped in front of him. In a narrow alley of the village, the witcher was standing against the wall with his arms folded, holding two swords on his horse's belly.
After Lan En walked into the alley, he stood up straight and faced the young demon hunter.
“This job has been taken over by me, from the Bear School. And I think the difficulty of this job is enough for a demon hunter, and there is no need to give out the bounty to people who come to help on their own initiative. "
Geralt's deep and hoarse voice sounded in the alley. He had the charm of a mature man as always, but Lan En always felt...
This guy seems to be a little resentful?
So Lan En, who was told about the school of thought, simply lifted the hood on his head and asked bluntly.
"Of course, the famous [White Wolf], master demon hunter. You can definitely deal with a mere curse that turns people into birds. But what's the reason for this inexplicable resentment in your tone?" What's going on? If I remember correctly, this should be the first time we two met."
Geralt acted the same as most people when he saw Lan En's face for the first time. He was stunned. Then he shook his head to regain consciousness.
Lan En's words made the corners of his cold mouth twitch slightly, and the resentment became even stronger.
"Yes, this is the first time in our lives that we have met, but the last encounter I had with the Bear School was far from pleasant."
"Oh? What do you say?"
Lan tilted his head and asked curiously.
It seems that Lan En did not mean to cause trouble, so Geralt did not immediately put his palm on the hilt of the sword behind his back.
"Our expressions are to reduce trouble, but you are really emotionless and do not understand the ways of the world."
"Last time I passed by, I saw your people hunting a petrified animal. Cockatrice, go up and help. As a result, the beast just lay down and his blood was still hot. He pulled out the steel sword and told me that he didn't invite me to participate in the mission. The bounty was all his. Is he mentally ill if he just wants to divide the money? I don’t want to divide the money at all!”
Lan En pursed his lips and smiled awkwardly.
Geralt had a cold face, but said that others did not understand the ways of the world. This scene was much more interesting than his cold jokes.
But based on Lane’s understanding of Bordon, the situation he described does not seem to be false.
“The mutation formula of the Bear School, you are right to say that he has a brain disease.”
Although Lan En has no sense of belonging to the Bear School, he still has a badge hanging around his neck. Facing a very resentful Wolf School demon hunter, he could only smile.
"But don't worry, I'm not here to steal business. To be honest, I have just learned about curses, and I haven't lifted any curses myself. Originally, I just wanted to follow you and observe the actual combat."
As he spoke, Lann took out a shiny Oren coin from the alchemical leather bag on his waist and flicked it to Geralt.
The Wolf Pie on the opposite side raised his hand and caught it in his hand.
He raised his eyebrows at Lan En in confusion.
The young people smiled and spread their hands.
"I'm different from the one you met. I'm familiar with reciprocity."
"Let me follow you and see a practical case of lifting the curse. I'll help you when you're in trouble. I've learned something. I’ll also give you some teaching fees. Isn’t this a good deal?”
Geralt’s eyes moved back and forth between Oren and Lan’s face. In the end, he put the gold coin into his pocket with a strange expression.
“It seems that you are indeed different from most bear schools.”
“The famous [Lord Hunter], the master witcher who slaughtered the entire Earl’s manor.”
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