Chapter 308 307. Reasons and the Little Man
Originally, Lan En felt that it should not be difficult, but now he suffered an unexpected setback.
Vesemir does not seem to want to open up the most complete and profound knowledge of alchemy among the witchers to him.
And it is obvious that his move has nothing to do with profit.
"Take care, Lan. You're scaring Vesemir a little."
Lan En deliberately slowed down and walked with Geralt to discuss. They have solved a troublesome curse together, and the two recognize each other's character.
Good people always find good friends when they suffer losses and when they fight against bad people.
The cream-white-haired demon hunter is quite aware of the current situation.
"If you had described your alchemy talent to this point in detail to me before, then I would definitely suggest you to find another way to contact Vesemir."
Lan was a little confused. mind.
"What do you mean?"
Geralt did not immediately respond to the young man's doubts, but instead looked at Lan En's face with a half-smile.
"Young. You are too young."
"You are so young that you have no chance to see the second witcher apprentice who is undergoing the trial of grass from the perspective of a bystander. Right?”
“Vesemir has presided over the Trial of Green Grass for several generations of witchers, and that scene was no less than witnessing hell to him”
The sunlight between the shades of the trees flashed across Geralt's calm face.
The light spot does not make people feel warm. On the contrary, it only makes people feel deeper and colder.
"On the third day, all the children died except a little boy who had just turned ten. He was restless with sudden madness, and then fell into a deep coma for an instant. His eyes were glazed. , his hands kept grasping his clothes, or waving them in the air, as if trying to grab a quill. His breathing became heavier and heavier; cold sweat began to break out on his body, and his skin became wet, sticky and exuding. The stench was intense. Then another drug was injected into the boy's veins, and he suffered a seizure, this time followed by nosebleeds, violent coughing, and finally vomiting, until the boy collapsed completely and became motionless." br>
Geralt said the above words in a tone as cold as a lab report.
"Have you heard of it? This is an eyewitness report about the Green Grass Trial."
"Although I don't want to admit it, the original batch of demon hunters were indeed born with the stupid ideal of saving humans and destroying monsters. Let people like them inject poison into children's bodies with their own hands, and then not let them go. Watch them suffer in every detail, so as not to miss the moment when the reaction occurs, and even so, seven out of ten children will still turn into a mess. I have to say that as a punishment, this is very creative. "
Geralt smiled very sarcastically at this time.
“Guilt can drive people crazy, even if they have a noble sense of mission to rely on.”
“The Wolf School will not conduct green grass trials until now unless it is absolutely necessary. Refining. This is the result unanimously agreed upon by the remaining demon hunters.”
“Not only that, we also know that wizards are eager for the research results of demon hunters on body mutation, so in this regard. Vesemir has been paying close attention to the research information.”
After saying that, Geralt looked at Lan En who seemed to understand something and shook his head.
“Your alchemical talent and the projects you are involved in frighten Vesemir. He is afraid that one day, there will no longer be a few rabbits and mice lying on your experimental table. , human corpse, but "
' but 'what,' Geralt did not continue, but Lan En could already imagine it.
“I won’t go that far.”
Suddenly, the young man said simply to Geralt.
Geralt nodded without any surprise.
“I know, and I believe it too. So now, I suggest you don’t do anything, just follow Vesemir for a while.”
“This old guy is very good at reading people. Yes, when he thinks you are trustworthy, you will be able to achieve your goal."
"Anyway, I think you will be fine."
Although the contact time is not long, Geralt. When he said that he believed in Lan En, he was as sure as talking about eating a few slices of bread for lunch. Lan En therefore smiled at the white wolf, and then succeeded in making the master demon hunter, who was walking vigorously, drowse. He stumbled on the root of the tree and almost fell down.
"The plague is upon us. The reflection of your hair dazzled me!"
"Geralt, speak with your conscience, what you just looked at was my face!"
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The conversation behind him that was full of 'young energy' made Vesemir's steps in front of him very brisk.
The corners of his mouth with old wrinkles raised an arc.
Witchers know that at this distance, even if they lower their voices, they cannot hide it from the ears of their kind.
So when Lan and Geralt talked, they were equivalent to expressing their stance to Vesemir.
Lan is confident, and Geralt also believes that he is a witcher that can be recognized by Vesemir.
‘Living Fossil’ feels that the next days will be extremely interesting.
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Brok Leon's path is difficult to walk. Without Brian's leadership, the demon hunters would be completely unable to maintain a sense of direction while maintaining speed.
Brain can always find a log bridge hidden in the ravine and crevice, and bravely steps into the swamp full of green duckweed.
If the demon hunters were left without a guide, the three of them would probably rather take a detour for hours or even days rather than take this route.
In addition to the barriers of the natural environment, the man-made traps in Broccolion have long become legends in the outside world.
The stumps and wood thorns in the deep pit are just common, and the poisonous needles of bows and arrows that are automatically triggered are not uncommon.
There is also something called a 'hedgehog' - a huge sphere covered with spikes tied to a rope. It falls down and rolls around on unexpected paths, mostly on slopes, destroying everything in its path.
The four of them have experienced what Geralt called 'overnight' several times.
Brain can always find a piece of terrain that can keep warm, and there is a high probability of dry ferns growing on it. She did curl into the Witcher's side when she slept, very close to him. But it was just for warmth and had no other purpose.
When the winter dawn came slowly, they set off on the road again.
During this day's trip, Brian stopped again and looked around.
The witchers have figured out that this is her identifying the internal markings of some dryads.
So Geralt found a dead tree stump to sit down and rest, while Vesemir taught Lan some practical tips.
For example, how to pack the entire bottle of sword oil into bulk pieces that can be applied quickly to adapt to unexpected battle situations, and so on.
His complex sense of Lan En's alchemy talent cannot stop him from teaching some useful little methods to his younger generations.
In this quiet and deep scene, a scream came out very suddenly.
A short, piercing, desperate scream.
Three demon hunters and one tree spirit immediately entered a state of alert as if by nerve reflex, and looked in the direction of the scream.
The four people looked at each other for only a moment, and then they began to move there in unison.
After passing through a dense evergreen bush, there is a soil layer with a height difference of about ten meters.
Below the four people, there was a small man in a gray-blue jacket who was facing a crisis.
His (or her) mouse-grey hair was tangled in panic.
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(End of this chapter)