Chapter 604 606. Keep up
Lan En doesn’t care about many things.
This is a difference that Geralt can clearly feel.
Many things that humans and intelligent creatures in this world care about are completely indifferent to him.
Just like today.
He didn't even symbolically cherish the aristocratic status that was enough for a family to struggle for several generations.
Gede also left.
Only these sixty warriors were left looking at Geralt eagerly.
What makes Geralt even more worried is.
“What are you going to do?!”
"You know it in your heart!"
The little girl with mouse-grey hair struggled to pull out a sheathed sword from her backpack.
That is the Bear School steel sword made of ordinary material that Gede replaced.
The half-hand sword of the Xiong School is larger and wider than the regular specifications on the market. In Xili's petite hand, it looks more like a big sword.
The little girl clenched her teeth, causing her apple muscles to bulge.
"Hakso's letter said, 'It is the duty of the Sintra people to resist the invasion'! I am a Sintra person! I spat at him when I was leaving, and I want to apologize in person."
"You will only cause more trouble if you go"
Geralt pulled Ciri back with a headache, but saw the girl's emerald eyes.
Then his body stiffened.
Because there is no unreasonable arrogance and childishness in those young and clear eyes, but a kind of awareness.
She means it.
The awakening was born from the mixture of anger, fear, and guilt for Haktho's misunderstanding that his homeland was invaded.
Faced with this look, Geralt clearly understood that he could not be persuaded.
After experiencing all this, she was no longer the little girl crying helplessly in the darkness outside Sintra.
She took the initiative to pick up the sword.
After a brief stalemate, there was another movement around Geralt.
That was the sound of the lute being picked up from the ground and carried on the back.
"Dandelion, please don't cause trouble!"
"It's not me who is making trouble, I think it's because you don't shed tears when you don't see the coffin." The poet spread his hands. "It sounds like you can convince this lady that the final result has already been decided, isn't it?"
"You can beat her, scold her, or even tie her up temporarily, but you also know in your heart , the first thing she did after she escaped was to go over there. Who can trap a swallow? ”
"But this has nothing to do with you, Dandelion. You can"
"If the next words out of your mouth are 'You should leave', then we will no longer be friends whether I live or not. "Yes, Geralt."
The poet took off the hat with the heron feathers and held it in his hand, his eyes serious.
"If there is no risk in this matter, then of course I will watch you fight in a safe place as before, and maybe even sing a song to listen to it. But because this time it is very dangerous, so For the sake of our friendship, you should hold back what you want to say now!”
After being scolded by his friend, Geralt turned to look at the stubborn girl.
"I'm not a hard-hearted bastard, Dandelion, Ciri. Of course I also want to help. This sentence may sound a little cold, but I still want to say: In my heart, the safety of you two is the most important thing. . If I were alone, I wouldn't hesitate at all."
The little girl looked at Geralt eagerly.
He suddenly sighed dejectedly.
"So if I feel that I can't protect you two, I will take you out." Ciri nodded excitedly.
After saying that, Geralt turned to look at Lincoln.
"Bury this notepad nearby and mark it. You actually want to go back, right?"
No one answered him, but every soldier here, they hold The hands of his own weapons were creaking.
"It's up to you. We will send thirty people."
Then Lincoln called out a few names, all of which were the most angry people just now.
He knew that since Lan En started, the remaining people couldn't stay.
"And the rest of us will wait here for a day. I hope you are true to your words and can turn back in time when you have to, Master Geralt."
Ming Ming Do. In normal thinking, it was the same as committing suicide, but the soldiers whose names were not called, as well as Lincoln himself, all showed strong unwillingness.
But even so, Lincoln and them still showed rare restraint.
For them, ensuring the integrity of this war record is more important than their lives, and more important than their inner reluctance.
Geralt nodded, turned around and left with the others.
"Did you see Lan's expression when he turned around and left, Geralt? It was so beautiful!"
As Dandelion began to chatter noisily and lively again, The crowd was drifting away.
“So, you like men now?”
“No, I appreciate all beautiful things, but I only go to bed with women. Shirley, forget this sentence for now, wait until later Listen again.”
"Ah? Why?"
"There is no reason. In short, this picture alone is enough for me to write a poem! How about calling it "Noble Fury"? I wanted to kneel down for him at that time To be honest. I have already thought about it. The first sentence is shocking: Let the noble anger surge!"
"Look, this is the infectious power of heroes! ! He can awaken the bravery in people's hearts! Oh, of course. I'm not saying that our previous adventures were not heroic enough, Geralt, but you know what?"
< br>"I guess you want to say 'the scene is not big enough', you can just say that. I can bear it."
"Aha! I knew you understood me! That is, I, can You have also been taught to understand some of the slang among poets.”
They left talking and laughing.
At this time, the sky was white with fish belly, it was just early morning. The cold and wet mist rose from the woods, and the footsteps of the departing people crushed the fallen leaves and dead branches, making them appear shadowy.
It's like just going to find a place in the forest to play.
It's like just going somewhere with friends for a date.
"Noble Fury." Beside Lincoln, a soldier looked at their leaving figures with envy. "I quite want to hear it."
"I will." Lincoln held the tome he had recorded by his own hand and huddled tightly in his arms. As if saying to himself, "You will hear it, Master Dandelion will sing it himself. In the future."
The huge figure passed over the undulating slopes and passed through the dry but dense deep forest. He rubbed the hilt of the knife at his waist, and the refurbished alchemy leather bag hung on his waist.
"Sir, please calm down."
The biological intelligence marked a red alert icon on Lan En's retina.
It no longer made any playful jokes to its subject, but returned to its professional and precise state.
Because just by looking at that emotional curve, it also knows what state its subject is in now.
(End of this chapter)