Chapter 312 311. Princess and Prince
That night, several people began to rest at night.
When Brian was leading the way today, she asked to take a break extra early. She said it was because the human child she had just picked up was too annoying and cost her a lot of energy that she had not planned.
Lan En curled his lips when he heard this, thinking to himself that it was Geralt who was carrying this child, and it was me who was talking to her. Why did you bother to leave it here?
But he also knew very well that Brian was not tired, she just wanted to hear more stories that could not be heard in the forest.
Brian is a girl who was transformed from a human into a tree spirit. Unlike the original tree spirit, she still retains a trace of the outside world.
With only a trace of impression left, this primeval forest will be her entire life until the day she dies.
Until human iron hooves rushed into the woods, flames devoured her body, and a sharp sword pierced her heart. She fell screaming into the bracken, dying sooner or later in a war for the forest.
“Ciri?”
Everyone lay down around the little girl tacitly, perhaps because of their good looks and the fact that she was saved by Lan En. The little girl was obviously closer to Geralt and Lan.
"Huh?"
She responded a little confused.
A skinny little man survived many threats from swamps, sentries, and wild beasts, and survived alone in Brok Leon for several days.
There is no doubt that she is a strong, healthy, courageous and lucky girl. But even so, after she relaxed, she still felt an overwhelming fatigue.
“Where do your parents live?”
Geralt then asked, wanting to know where exactly she was a princess.
“I don’t have parents.” Ciri sniffed and said, “When I was very young, they encountered a shipwreck. The entire ship was lost, and even the sampan fragments were gone.”< br>
After finishing speaking, a small snoring sound came out. She was exhausted.
Lan En was lying on the dry and soft fern grass, looking at the huge light-tight tree crown above his head. After a while of small purring, he asked softly to Geralt on the side.
“Geralt?”
"What?"
The young man seemed to frown in distress, "You should have been in contact with the courts of those princes and nobles, right? At least you have more experience than me. I can't imagine a situation like her. How will she go on in the future?"
"Who knows?"
Geralt asked indifferently, and after the little girl fell asleep, they talked invisibly. There are many restrictions.
“The daughter of a deceased princess, maybe she is the fourth or fifth in the family? There are many children, each with a distinguished title, but in terms of importance, they may not be as important as a secretary under the palace steward. Officer. This is just a little guy with gray hair and green eyes, running around the palace carefree, so the people in the palace must find a good husband for her as soon as possible. "
"The sooner the better, it must be before she becomes a mature, fertile woman, before she has the threat of scandal, adultery, or incest. You know, Lan En. This kind of thing is not uncommon in the palace."< br>
Suddenly, two handsome men and women with blond hair flashed in Lan En's mind. They were the stories about the 'Queen Sister and the Guard Brother' that he personally investigated when sending Aria home.
The entanglement between the two people eventually evolved into a war that involved the seven kingdoms.
Before the investigation came to light, he never thought about it in a chaotic direction. This was a limitation of thinking caused by cultural environment and life experience.
In Western-style palaces, this situation does not seem to be uncommon. Lan En glanced in the direction of Geralt beside him again.
In the resume of the famous White Wolf, one of the most outstanding tasks is to help Foltest's daughter lift the curse of the vampire bird.
The Princess Yada in the story is the daughter of Foltest and his sister.
In addition to Lann and Geralt's conversation, Vesemir also had a conversation.
"Child, you just asked this princess about her future situation? Hey, I have seen many young princesses who joined the traveling theater troupe."
The old man who had lived for hundreds of years spoke calmly.
Due to the aging and weakness of the small muscles, when Vesemir lies on his back and talks, his throat will become like a mouthful of phlegm due to muscle relaxation.
"Those girls are all glad that they can escape from an old king who is old and frail but longs for children and physical pleasure. I have also met many princes who would rather live a precarious life as mercenaries They don’t want to marry the princesses chosen by the king’s father for them.”
“Because most of those princesses have defects or are notoriously immoral. This kind of marriage is just a means of forming an alliance and has no other meaning. . ”
Besides the small snores, the four adults were silent for a while after Vesemir’s words.
"Is your marriage for the purpose of forming an alliance? This is really scary."
Braine tightened the thick clothes covering her body, as if what Vesemir stated made her feel colder than the cold air on this winter night.
"It's not all like that." Lan En muttered, his hand unconsciously smoothing down Ciri's gray hair. "At least this little guy, and the princes and princesses who escaped from political marriages, don't think so."
"I think this little guy is very powerful. If I were her age, I would probably be already here by now." She was so scared. Maybe it would be better not to let her go back to Verden?"
"Oh, not bad?" Geralt sneered. "You just heard Vesemir say that most of the runaway princesses hang out in traveling troupes, but do you understand the difficulty and danger of life in a traveling troupe?"
"Believe me, Lan En. If the princesses in the troupe have the opportunity to become Verdon's princess, they will not hesitate for a moment."
Lan En's hand was still playing with the frizzy hair unconsciously. Mouse gray hair, he pouted.
"I don't know about other people, but I always feel that at least this little guy, she will definitely not." The thick blanket En put on her only exposed her mouse-gray hair.
He was still mumbling in his sleep in a low voice: "If you apologize to me, I won't tell grandma, and you don't have to behead your head. Otherwise, even apologizing won't work? Why don't you give me a bow? Bowing counts. Christine! Get away from me with your runny nose!”
Listening to the little girl bargaining with the demon hunters about "reducing the sentence" in her dream, and muttering about love and hate, the adults couldn't help laughing.
Fortunately, Xili was sleeping deeply and she was not woken up.
Geralt patted the little girl's body. He usually didn't have the patience to deal with children like this.
But today, maybe it was the warm smell of Xili's body that was like a feather pillow that affected him.
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(End of this chapter)