Chapter 572 573. Old friends meet
This sword is good, but Geralt is not the kind of person who would take something from a friend and not want to return it.
His weather-beaten but still handsome face showed just a little bit of reluctance, but he still turned the long sword upside down in his hand and handed the hilt to Lan En.
"No, there is no need to give it back to me."
Lan En shook his head, but instead took out the scabbard matching the long sword and handed it over another silver sword.
"This is a gift from your master blacksmith of the Wolf School. You are stuck in a war zone and don't have anything good to do."
"Is it Master Berengar?"
Gerd wiped off the neck of the last Nilfgaardian soldier and approached him from the side to ask.
This caught Geralt's gaze.
I am thinking about the blacksmith masters of our school. Why do you feel that you from the Xiong School are more familiar with it than me?
However, in view of the harsh and dangerous environment, Geralt put away the two long swords without saying anything and tied them to his back.
"Yes, Berengar. He also prepared a set for you."
Lan handed the two swords of the Bear School to Gede, and also gave his friend a hug. .
It's more comfortable than Geralt, at least I don't have to bend too much.
“Thank you, man. You faithfully fulfilled my commission, even if you put yourself in danger.”
Lan En patted Gede on the back and said with emotion.
“Haha, let’s not say these polite things between us.”
The poet who was lying in the pit with the heron feather on his hat pressed down did not know when his steps were light. The ground came to the three of them.
He first poked the waist of Geralt standing next to him with his finger, and raised his chin towards Lan En, who was obviously taller and stronger than everyone else.
Geralt slapped his hand away with some disgust, and then nodded to him, indicating that Lan En was indeed their friend.
Dandelion was relieved. After all, when Lan En rushed past him, he felt like he had encountered a landslide!
Geralt has to fight with two dozen Nilfgaardian soldiers, so he dares to follow him to help, but if he has to fight with someone like Lann
He can only promise I won't leave him and run away, the worst is to die together, but I probably wouldn't dare to take action.
At this time, the poet, who was relieved again, also saw the obviously unusual long sword in Geralt's hand.
And let out a muffled exclamation.
"Valyrian steel! You have a Valyrian steel sword in your hand!"
"Valy what?"
Looking at Geralt's dead face, Although Dandelion had long been accustomed to his friend's behavior, he still felt aggrieved that no one responded to his feelings.
Poets are most afraid of this.
“Valyrian steel! The hottest new material on the market now! Even the dwarves are buying it in large quantities! When have you ever seen those dwarves buying steel instead of selling it out?”
After saying this, the poet spoke in a tone similar to singing.
"'Like water waves, like smoke! Forged in dragon flames, unyielding to mortal iron!'. This is the description of the weapon that my friend prepared for the protagonist in his poem. Although I think it is inferior, at any rate The characteristics are quite accurate.”
“I heard that the finished weapons made from this thing are all made by famous craftsmen, and even a single base would cost this amount!”
Dandri! En gave Geralt a 'six' sign.
Geralt said silently: "That's no wonder I don't know about this thing, because I rarely pay attention to things that I can't afford."
Xili in the distance staggered over from the hillside where they had originally hidden their figures.
"Are you okay?" She hurried over after seeing the end of the battle.
Geralt raised his hand and waved at her, telling her not to get too close. After all, there was still smallpox here.
Beside this small thatched hut, the girl with long braids put her hands on the ground and sat up on her knees. She stood up unsteadily, tugging in vain at her torn clothes with trembling hands.
The girl wiped her face with uncoordinated movements and staggered toward the cabin, walking straight through the mud and blood on the ground.
"Hey, wait." Shirley felt that as the only woman in this scene, she seemed to have the responsibility to give more care, so she shouted, "Hey, do you need help? Hey!"
The girl didn't even look back. She tripped on the threshold and almost fell down. Fortunately, she grabbed the door handle in time, walked into the house, and slammed the door.
The original joy of friends meeting each other in adversity has dissipated in the heavy closing of this life.
Several people present were slightly silent.
"It's a pity, I thought she could say thank you to us for taking the risk for our righteous act."
The poet tried to liven up the atmosphere with witticisms.
But Ciri turned around suddenly and stared at Dandelion.
“How else can she say thank you?”
“Indeed,” Lan En added lightly from the side, “What does she have to thank?”
After going through all this, it would be nice for that girl to be alive and not crazy.
“Thank you for the soldiers’ horses.”
Geralt stood in front of Dandelion and met Ciri’s eyes.
“We’ll take as much as we need but still leave some. She can kill them for meat so she doesn’t have to kill the cows. She’s apparently immune to smallpox and doesn’t even have to now Starving."
"She will survive, because the Nilfgaardians who come later will calm down when they see the corpses on the ground, and then they will understand that smallpox is not a lie or an excuse, and then they will Will keep my distance”
"In a few days, when she comes to her senses, she will understand that it was us who prevented the Nilfgaardians from continuing to harm her, and also prevented these houses and the property left by her relatives from being burned down. Now, while we You haven't caught the plague yet, so you should get out of here quickly."
"Dandelion, go and take that guy's boots away. His feet are about the same size as yours, and he didn't go in for fun just now. You don’t have to complain about how much trouble your pair of shoes used for attending the party have here.”
The experienced White Wolf quickly handled everything in an orderly manner.
They chose to ride on the horses that Lan En had brought in the raid just now, and also took away twenty horses from these Nilfgaard scouts.
From a distance, it looks a bit like a small pony team.
Only then did Xili discover that the 'giant' who helped them was actually Lan En, whom she knew.
She worked hard to control a smaller horse. From time to time, she secretly looked at Lan En, who had greatly changed in size, and at the same time, she also quietly approached him.
The little princess who had matured a lot opened her mouth several times, but was interrupted by Lan En before she could speak.
Good news: Lan En is still the good friend she knew, and has not changed because of this giant's size.
Bad news: This guy is the same as before. He saw through her easily!
"You want to say hello to me first, but it's a pity that the most important thing you should do now is not talk to me. You know it in your heart, don't you?"
Lan En glanced at the little girl with mouse-gray hair, said with a smile.
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(End of this chapter)