Chapter 787 769. Shelter from the limelight
“So you were so depressed last night that you are going to drag me out today?”
Berengar followed Lan En on a Poppy. The expression on that long face was a bit hesitant to speak.
After Poppai could no longer afford his body and his height did not match his, Lan entrusted it to Berengar.
Witchers love swords, armor, horses,
Because these three are closely related to their careers, loving them means loving your own life.
Although Berengar's career as a witcher has actually been retired, his love for horses and the skills to care for them are still with him.
Lan felt quite relieved to entrust Poppy, a friend who had been with him for a long time, to him.
"What do you mean by 'having a bad meal last night'? It's easy for people to misunderstand! I was at dinner! Dinner!"
Mr. Lan turned his head and argued with reason.
"You can't even imagine how powerful I was last night!"
Berengar nodded wordlessly.
Men are always very persistent in certain places.
But at the same time, the corner of the retired demon hunter's mouth curved.
He was very happy to see Lan En appearing again and maintaining a good attitude.
When others heard the myth-like reports of the demon hunters on the battlefield, they either didn't believe it or were so excited that they couldn't control themselves.
But only Lan En's true friends, the people who love him, will be sincerely worried.
Worried that the blood and filth on the battlefield would overwhelm him.
Killing requires pressure, as long as the murderer is a normal human being.
Geralt could kill three or four robbers on the road without blinking an eye, but he probably wouldn't kill an unarmed farmer's family until he died.
Demon hunters are just a bit 'slow' when it comes to killing people because of their profession. But normal pressure is there.
Berengar especially understands this feeling.
So now that Lan En is no different from when they met before, the old demon hunter who is sunny, decent and able to take a joke feels relieved.
"What kind of strange thing did you bring back this time?"
Berengar was riding a Poppy so that his head could be as high as Lan En's.
"This kitten?"
The old demon hunter leaned on his horse and poked the helmet on the kitten's head.
"Hey meow! My name is flannel ball meow!"
The flannel ball hanging on Lan En's shoulder held up his helmet and waved to Berengar.
"Hey! He can still talk! Is he a kitten person?"
The old demon hunter exclaimed.
"You didn't go to the northern reserve and kidnapped one, did you? Be careful, this thing is a rare thing."
There is a race of kitten people in this world, but Unlike Elu cats, they don't even have a recurved leg structure, they just have a cat face and long hair.
Berengar is just guessing because he has never seen it before.
“Oh, so what if we turned from there?”
Lan En asked calmly.
Berengar choked and shook his head.
"That doesn't seem to be that good. Except for the blind little brat who will cause trouble, I guess Coville wants you to go to the protected area to inspect."
"Then Isn’t it the end?”
Lan En shrugged, and the kitten on his shoulder shook his head.
"Besides, the velvet ball is also a warrior, don't underestimate it."
"Don't underestimate me, meow!"
The calico kitten is very happy that he has been recognized.
"Okay, okay." Berengar nodded casually, but he had long admitted that his knowledge was limited. After all, the things Lan En brought back from another world were always strange, and he was used to it.
"Then why are you looking for me? Speaking from experience, I wonder if you don't have to settle the dean in the college for several days before going out to do anything?"
Berengar said between the men. A dirty joke, but Lan En did not laugh along with it at this time.
On the contrary, his expression was calm.
“Do you remember the promise I got from Vesemir?”
The old demon hunter raised his eyebrows when he heard the name.
"Do you want to go to Kaer Morhen to study the codex left by Arzu and Malaspina? Why now? The winter has long passed now. Everyone has gone out to pick up work. There should be no one left in the castle. That's right."
"I feel that I really need further knowledge, and also to avoid the limelight."
Lan En and the old demon hunter were walking in Gos. On the coastline outside Wellen City.
The beach on this coastline is not wide, and about ten meters away from the sea are high soil slopes and small woods.
As Lan En said this, he found a broken tree and sat on it.
"Avoiding the limelight? You?" Berengar asked him exaggeratedly. "Aren't you the biggest star now? Those bards in the tavern, as long as they don't sing songs about the war for a day, no one will give them half a copper."
"Forget it for the drunkards. He drank so much that he could still shout and cheer when he heard those stories."
Berengar kept telling the stories that happened during Lan En's absence.
But Lan En just looked at the sea and interrupted him.
“That’s the problem, Berengar.”
"What?"
"I said: It is this atmosphere that makes me feel something is wrong."
Lan emphasized again, and turned to look at Berengar on Poppai's back. Two pairs of cat eyes facing each other.
"Foltest met with me on my return and his intelligence told him that there are many people who want to rediscover the knowledge of the Witcher's mutation surgery."
Lan En bluntly stated the current situation, and the old demon hunter's face suddenly stiffened.
Berengar is not a smart man, nor is he sensitive to politics or conspiracy.
He knows this himself.
So when Lan En's story was compiled and spread in various ways, he didn't have any special feelings. On the contrary, he regarded it as a lively and proud person.
But when it came to 'The Demon Hunter Mutation', this guy immediately became serious.
Part of the reason for his deep hatred of demon hunters was that his identity was no longer accepted by human society, and he had to risk his life to maintain his life.
On the other hand, there are also painful memories that linger over the mutation process.
Except for psychopaths, no demon hunter can talk about his own or other people's mutation surgery calmly.
The process was too cruel.
“Now you understand, apart from good things, what else can fame bring?”
Lan spread his hands towards Berengar.
The old demon hunter touched his chin and said.
"So you are not only going to study the codex, but you are also going to"
"Seal down the witchers' knowledge of mutations, or at least make the guys be more careful."
Lan En said calmly.
“I am the one who brings the limelight, so I can’t influence others.”
Berengar shook his head helplessly: "That's why you didn't show up in the city, and didn't even go to the workshop to say hello to Yuna and Fergus?"
"Okay, this is indeed an urgent matter. Son, we will leave for Kaer Morhen in the next two days."
At this point, the old demon hunter seemed a little hesitant.
“Abandoning mutation is nothing to us. After all, even if we have obsessions, we only have feelings for the school. In fact, few people want to continue the terrible mutation surgery. But there is a group I think you should go check it out.”
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(End of this chapter)