Chapter 319 318. Recognition
“Good morning, Vesemir.”
Lan naturally raised his hand to the old demon hunter as a greeting.
"You don't look worried at all."
Vesemir stood up from the ground and straightened his slightly skewed armor.
"It's just a powerful teleportation spell. These long-lived and powerful guys are always like this. Even if they drive unwanted guests out of the house, they are used to using this kind of super-standard magic. There is nothing surprising. "
"Oh, it seems Geralt has a lot to learn from you. He still looks confused."
The two looked to the side. In the past, the cream-white-haired witcher looked dazed, while the mouse-gray-haired Ciri was chirping next to his legs.
He is still too young.
Vesemir originally wanted to say this to excuse his apprentice.
But as soon as his eyes glanced at the bear cub next to him, he swallowed these words automatically.
No matter how young Geralt is, he is still seventy or eighty years old. Is this kid next to him probably twenty-five?
The powerful developmental adjustments brought about by the gene seeds allowed the old demon hunter to guess Lan En's age a little older.
"It's time to go, Vesemir. If I want Ciri out this time, I guess I have used up all my face with the dryads. Brokleon should look at me no differently than you."
Lan tilted his head towards Vesemir and walked towards Geralt and Ciri.
The old witcher followed him step by step.
"Lane?"
"Well, what's the matter?"
"If you want to go to Kaer Morhen, it's best to do it in winter."
< br>Lan En stopped in his tracks, turned his head with a surprised and happy expression, and looked at the old demon hunter as usual.
"So, you agree with me to learn the most profound knowledge among witchers?"
"Why not?"
Lane stopped, and Vesemir Without stopping, he passed directly past him. This time it was Lan En who followed behind.
"Lan En, you did not hesitate when rescuing Ciri from Yugorn's mouth. I know that you have some new tricks that old guys like me don't understand, so you can face ten times calmly. But what I care about is not the new trick, but your unhesitating attitude. I know you want to save people, subconsciously, that's enough."
"You. Being able to steal someone's face from Eisna means that you have at least done something that can make the entire forest appreciate you, and before you speak to Eisna, you have not forgotten to ask Shiri personally. My own thoughts. To be honest, if I were as good as you, I probably wouldn’t be able to remember or care about what a little girl like Xili thinks.”
"You are outstanding, Lan En. You are outstanding in every aspect."
Lan En couldn't see Vesemir's expression, but the old demon hunter's tone made him feel like he was When I was in high school, I faced my head teacher who wished me a good university.
He himself cannot benefit from your progress, but he sincerely hopes that you will get better and better.
“I will open everything in Kaer Morhen to you. You can treat it as your home. This is my promise. It’s really interesting. There hasn’t been anyone like you in the Wolf School for a long time. Damn it, Lan En. None of the guys I’ve taught recently are easy to worry about, including Geralt.”
“You must have mutated in the Grass Trial.”
Lan En looked at the old demon hunter's strong back and smiled, then trotted forward and put his arm around Vesemir's shoulders. The old man laughed heartily.
“Hey! Be careful with my old bones!”
“Do you mean the old bones that can knock down five or six young and strong guys?”
"It's not that exaggerated. I only got into three fights in the pub last month."
"How many are there in total?"
"Three." The hearty laughter of the old man and the young man made Geralt, who was still trying to figure out the situation, look over.
He and Xili were 'accusing' each other just now.
Geralt 'accused' Ciri of knowing who he was and the relationship between them when they first met, but he just kept it secret.
Ciri's old nanny in the palace is a person who believes in fate. The nanny often tells Ciri about the entanglement between the witcher and her parents.
The old nanny also predicted that a white-haired demon hunter would appear and take her away.
Ciri’s grandmother, Queen Calanthe, would get furious every time, yelling, ‘This is impossible, I won’t let this happen! ’
So to sum up, Geralt completely believes that Ciri did not reveal the relationship just because she was holding back her bad feelings.
But Ciri was also 'accusing' Geralt. She said that Geralt's appearance of wanting to get rid of his connection with her destiny made her very unhappy, and she felt like she was being looked down upon. A heavy baggage full of trouble.
When Lan En and Vesemir came over, this harmless mutual ‘accusation’ naturally came to an end.
"Okay, it seems you have reached an agreement?"
Geralt crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows, looking at the two people walking over arm in arm.
Lan En gave him a 'done' thumbs up.
"Okay, we should go. Old Esna did give you face and teleported us all outside the village where the horses are kept."
Geralt and Lann led the way. After entering the village and paying the bill to the farmer who took care of Carrots and Popeye, he took two people on each horse and walked towards the distance of Broccolion.
They planned to send Vesemir to Brugg first to get the commission. Then send Ciri back to Sintra.
You can’t really let the two countries start a war because of this little girl, right?
But just when they reached the fork in the road, Ciri suddenly grabbed Geralt's hand that was trying to hold the reins to turn the corner, frowned and said: "No, don't go this way, the other one is better. Click.”
Geralt frowned and looked at Ciri seriously.
"How do you feel? How do you know?"
"I just know." She replied with a shrug, her emerald green eyes lowered, looking surprised and helpless. "But why? Why do I know?"
On the other side of Poppy's back, Lan and Vesemir both frowned and looked at Ciri.
The son of the ancient bloodline. In a place that he has never been to before, he naturally has a sense of induction and knows whether the route is correct and whether it is safe or not.
Did this blood imbue her with prophecy?
Or is it that even the profound prophecy is only part of the expression of this bloodline?
Lan En understood a little bit at this time that Aisna wanted Ciri to drink the water of Broklon and then take the opportunity to cast a spell.
Geralt looked at his teacher and Lan En without any trace, and then took out the Wolf School necklace from his collar.
“Touch this, Shirley.”
“Wow!” The little girl opened her mouth wide, “What a scary wolf, it even has fangs.”
As she said that, Xili's fingers came close to the necklace pendant. Before she could fully touch it, the necklace started to "squeak".
"It moved!" Ciri murmured: "This is magic, right?"
"Yes, this is magic. Ciri, you will lead the way now."
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(End of this chapter)