Chapter 326 325. The situation on the mainland
In the end, Geralt did not take away the little girl with mouse gray hair.
Under his insistence, Lan and Vesemir could only set off overnight and continue walking in the direction of Brugg.
Thanks to the group of Verden soldiers who blocked the road and killed people, Vesemir now also has a horse.
The three of them rode in silence under the moonlight.
Although Lan En likes the little girl Xili, he has a sense of propriety.
The person who formed a relationship with the little girl based on the unwritten law of accident was Geralt.
I have no right to ask Geralt to perform his duties.
Lane believes that Vesemir has the same idea.
The old demon hunter had already taken care of Ciri like a junior before, but when he left, he just stood and looked at the little girl's sleeping face again, and then rode away.
"I don't know if 'fate' exists." During the ride, Vesemir's old voice broke the silence.
“But Geralt, you should know that the Accidental Son is indeed something special. According to my experience over the years.”
“The plague is upon us!” Geralt didn’t. He interrupted the old witcher's chatter angrily, "Are you even going to talk to me about 'destiny' now, Vesemir? If witchers have a destiny, then no witcher can die of illness safely." Bed! Do you want Ciri to die in some mud somewhere? "
"I don't think that's the case, bro. The ending."
Lan En said calmly on the side.
Geralt was choked and wanted to refute, but for a moment he really believed that people like Lan En would never remain unknown even if they died.
So I could only say angrily: "That's you! What can Xili know? She may not even be able to defeat a Kikimo in her life!"
"She may not have it. I have physical strength and sword skills, but her magical power is obvious, right? The blood of the ancients is a power that even Esna needs to borrow, and it is still in its 'infancy'. I wonder if you were also given it by a sorceress. It’s a life-and-death thing, but you’ve said something harsh to me?”
“Xili and Ye are different! Can you not mention this?”
After the joke was finished, although Geralt was still a little stubborn, the atmosphere was obviously more relaxed.
"Okay, okay, you are all talking about fate! Destiny!"
Geralt suddenly turned his head to look at Lan En.
"Our 'famous' Mr. Lan En is very knowledgeable. You have even saved the world and even cooperated with many gods. So can you tell me, a mortal, about it?"
"Is there really such a thing as 'fate' in this world? Listen, I don't want great truths, nor do I want nonsense like 'old sayings' and 'common sayings'. Can you give me an authoritative and firm answer? ? Does fate exist? "
Lan En was silent for a while under Geralt's gaze, and finally sighed: "Hey, I can't answer you."
The Lady of the Lake responds to Dagon's threat by saying only that 'many people are helping'. The only things Lan En could really be sure of, apart from the Lady in the Lake herself, were the only ones he had just met, Esna, and that annoying alien demon, Gaunt O'Dimm.
Who else contributed at that time? He has not seen it, nor has he asked specifically.
“Aha!” Geralt cheered cheerfully, as if he had regained the upper hand. "You don't know, right? Destiny is just a sophistry."
"But I can ask, Geralt."
But before Geralt's cheers could come, After the sound was over, Lan En's flat tone made him choke like a roasted suckling pig with an apple stuffed in his mouth.
That flat tone brought overwhelming credibility. At least in the eyes of Vesemir and Geralt, two people who knew Lan En, he was serious at this time.
“If you want to know whether destiny exists, you can only experience it yourself or hear about it. But I can go to people and ask them if there is destiny in this world.”
< br>Who are you going to ask?
Geralt originally wanted to question this.
But then, he thought of what Lan En told them on the way. He just opened his mouth, and after opening and closing it several times, what he said was -
"Then, I'll wait for your news."
The upset Geralt was there He left alone halfway.
In fact, judging from his status as a 'middleman', when Vesemir agreed to open up the knowledge of witchers to Lan, he could leave.
It was only because he could chat with Lan En, he hadn’t seen Vesemir for a long time, and because of Ciri that he walked away from the group of demon hunters for a while.
When he left, Lan told him about the places where he would often be - Arethusa College and the Dark Water Village on the outskirts of Vizima.
If he encounters trouble that needs help, or wants to know the answer to 'destiny', you can go to these two places to find him.
Vesemir and Lan stopped their horses and watched the figures of Geralt and Carrot gradually blur and disappear in the gloomy night.
"He likes Ciri very much."
Vesemir continued to speak in that direction after Geralt was no longer visible.
"He just has too low self-esteem. Demon hunters will get used to being discriminated against a lot, but in fact, even themselves start to despise themselves in their hearts."
"He is worried that he will put Ciri's original Life is screwed up, she is a princess after all."
Poppa's horse hooves walked back and forth, and Lan also faced the direction Geralt left.
"If you only look at power and life, it is really not a good idea to break away from the position of the princess. But it is hard to say based on the current situation."
Baron Bodrog in Doon Kanal's complaints clearly indicate a trend.
In the Nilfgaardian Empire in the south, there are of course hawks and doves in the country.
The Dove Faction's action in the north was to support the Goodwill Representatives, but the most outstanding achievement of this faction, Count Stetha of Temeria, was raided by Lann, killed through the entire manor, and crushed to pieces. Head.
Most of the efforts and resources they had put in for a long time were swallowed up by Foltest by taking advantage of this good opportunity. The remaining half rotted in the hands of those who were struggling to survive.
The prestige and strength of the doves have been suppressed as a result. The resources they originally invested in Count Stesa need to be repaid and explained domestically. And now they have nothing to offer.
Today’s Southern Empire is probably dominated by warlike hawks.
Sintra is almost on the dividing line between the north and the south.
In the current turbulent international situation, is the princess of a country sitting on a powder keg really a good position?
The era of chaos always comes inadvertently, before people are aware of it.
Lan En himself was not sure whether his feeling was right or not.
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(End of this chapter)