Chapter 306 305. Vesemir
The awkward shouting continued. Just by listening to the sound, Lan En could imagine that an old demon hunter was being lifted up by an unclear number of dryads in the woods. Bow aiming scene.
After all, he has experienced it once before.
“What is he talking about?”
While rushing that way, Lan asked Geralt, who obviously understood the meaning.
With the physical strength of a demon hunter, they can run through the forest even more easily than the aboriginal tree spirits.
So Geralt answered in the middle of the road, even his breath would not be disordered.
"He was saying hello, revealing his identity as a witcher, saying that he was familiar with Esna, and that he had lived in Doon Canal for a few days. That's Brok Leon The settlement of the tree elves."
As he spoke, the ancient language over there shouted another sentence, and Geralt's expression suddenly looked surprised.
“Vesemir said he came to see Esna? Did he come specifically to see the Dryad Queen?”
Lan En also frowned when he heard Geralt's translation.
He originally thought that King Vincelav found a prestigious master demon hunter to deal with some difficult curses and monsters.
But what kind of commission can make Vesemir go straight to the Dryad Queen?
A female voice who also spoke ancient language suddenly inserted into the conversation over there. Finally, it was no longer a one-man show for the big man.
In the mouth of the tree spirit, the ancient words are like a melodious song.
After Geralt understood their conversation, he directly grabbed Lan En who was still walking forward.
"Okay, stop. The dryad has discovered us. She was asking Vesemir just now, when will the witchers also travel together."
"Oh. "
Lan En nodded calmly and put Alondette back into the scabbard on his waist.
If Geralt's words just now were heard in the ears of an ordinary human, they would be no different from a death declaration, because everyone knows how the tree spirits will treat humans who step into Broklon.
But after all, Lan En is a demon hunter who has already met the tree spirit and even worked with him briefly.
In order not to cause unnecessary hostility, Geralt and Lan did not move forward, but waited where they were.
After a while, the sound of 'squeaking' tree branches and leaves rubbing against each other sounded from all around.
Then on the route that the two demon hunters had warned about long ago, several tree spirits seemed to appear out of thin air, walking out from behind the trees that obviously could not cover them.
The bow and arrow in his hand pointed at the eyes of the two demon hunters.
Geralt held Lan En behind him with one hand, and opened his mouth in a stuttering voice: "Esseá Gwenblad!"
Lan En guessed that he was introducing himself.
The first step in removing the basis of hostility and showing sincerity is to let others know who you are.
But when Geralt converted Common Language into Ancient Language in his own mind, and then spoke it unskilledly.
However, he found that the dryads surrounding the two of them seemed not to be paying attention to him as the speaker.
The focus of the honey-colored haired dryad who walked out from the opposite side obviously went beyond him and reached behind him.
"Hi, we meet again, Brian."
Just like ordinary human acquaintances greeting each other, Lan raised one hand and waved to the opposite side.
“What a coincidence, you patrolled here, and then we met again.”
Geralt watched the honey-colored haired tree spirit move toward the bear cub behind him. Nodding, she pressed her hand behind her to signal her kind to put down their bows and arrows.
The corners of his mouth twitched inadvertently.
"You talk to them, and you even use common language in your opening remarks? It's a shame they understand."
Geralt glanced back, just in time to meet the young man's confused look. look.
I don’t know Ancient Tongue at all, so I must speak Common Tongue throughout the whole process.
Geralt pursed his lips. Okay.
I know good-looking people have an easy life!
No one here seemed to care about the psychological activities of a lonely old wolf. Brain tilted his head and looked at the silver-haired demon hunter with whom he had briefly collaborated. "The forest allows us to meet again."
After saying that, she turned around and walked towards the direction where the old voice came from. She raised her hand and hooked it behind her, signaling the two of them. The witcher kept up.
Following the tree spirit, it seems that even the clinging branches and weeds in the forest have become tame, reducing physical exertion out of thin air.
After walking behind Brian for a short distance, Lan and Geralt saw a brick-red haired dryad talking to an old man about 1.7 meters tall.
The brick-red haired dryad was the one Lan En had met before, the leader of Brain's team.
As for the 1.7 meter old man, he also has white hair. But it was different from Geralt's sickly milky white hair and Lan En's gorgeous silver hair. That's the grayish white color produced by natural aging.
There is rosacea on my face that is still red but not serious enough to swell.
He is wearing a composite medium-weight armor made of cotton armor, mail armor, and a small number of armor pieces interlaced.
Judging from the age shown by his appearance, it is a bit incredible no matter how you think about it, that he can still stand tall and straight while wearing this armor, and even calmly penetrate into this position in a primeval forest.
But his amber cat eyes made it all make sense.
“Geralt?”
The old man saw his student first, and he shouted in surprise.
"Why are you here? This is this person next to you"
Lan En felt that for a moment, his sharp gaze swept across his chest.
The oldest demon hunter he has ever met took the lead in confirming his school of thought the first time they met.
This is rare, because strangers usually focus on his face for the first time. This kind of behavior is almost beyond the control of thoughts, just like a man can't control his eyes from focusing on a woman's open neckline.
Geralt covered his mouth with his hand in embarrassment and coughed.
Lan En also happened to be complaining softly next to him at this time.
"Brother, why do you sound like an old man who went out and met his playful grandson? You must be nearly a hundred years old now, right?"
"Ahem~ Vesemir is like this "He"
"I've always thought of you as brats who wet their pants even when they see demons. That's what I think."
Jay. Lott couldn't even take a breath after being complained about just now, and then he was choked again by the great master of his school.
Lan En looked sympathetically at the white wolf who had been persecuted many times.
Vesemir, who knew the apprentice he had brought out very well, did not even look at Geralt. Instead, he looked up and down at the unusually tall silver-haired young man.
"It seems that the incomplete mutation formula you took away will always be a blind cat and a dead mouse. Your emotions are very rich and normal. Hello, a child of the Bear School. I am a member of the Wolf School. Vesemir, a fairly old demon hunter.”
As the dryads put down their bows and arrows and looked around, Lan En and the grand master of the Wolf Faction with a gentle smile collided with their arms, their palms touching. They held each other's forearms.
"Excluding the two of you who went to Brokleon together to do the mission, are you here to find me?"
After letting go of his hand, the great master of the Wolf Faction said as if he was chatting.
"What a coincidence. I'm still busy with this task. If you have something to do, can you wait for a while?"
Unexpectedly, Lan En also shook his head in embarrassment.
"Master."
"Just call me by my name."
"Well, Vesemir. In fact, it will take a few weeks for me to find you. It will only happen if it is done internally.”
"Well, this is a bit of a rush." The old demon hunter stroked his beard. "So be it, kid"
"Are you interested in going on a mission with an old demon hunter?"
Lan En smiled: "It would be a great honor."
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(End of this chapter)