Chapter 790 772. Persistence
Facing Lan En’s question, Lincoln showed a feeling that was very different from that on the battlefield at that time.
They will follow Lan En into battle enthusiastically, but at the same time, they sometimes have the independence to disobey Lan En.
"All of us believe that the body of an ordinary human being is too weak to follow your path."
Lincoln said calmly, but he dared to look directly at his young face. Lan En's eyes.
"We need to become tougher!"
"The vast majority of witchers will not be stronger than you."
Lan's hands were crossed on the desk. .
"I am special. You have followed me on the battlefield day and night, and you have also lived with two other demon hunters for a while. You should know this very well."
"Yes, we know very well." Lincoln replied without hesitation.
"But that doesn't change the fact that witchers are tougher than ordinary people. Those witchers may not even be able to beat us ordinary people in head-to-head combat, but that's just because they're not good enough. It's their own problem ."
"And we are the best, my lord, even if we were not before, we are the best after what we have experienced with you."
"And after we have done so. After the mutation, we will become 'better'."
"From 'best' to 'better'. Believe me, the span between this is not what you think. The world is turned upside down."
Lan En shook his head.
"And the price is too heavy. Your family bloodline will be cut off, and you will have to endure seven days that are more painful than death. More importantly."
Lan En raised his head and looked at Lincoln and the outside of the tent. The others looked at him with burning eyes.
“The Trial of Green Grass has only a 30% success rate in the most malleable children. Adults have achieved a good result.”
“It’s not worth it.”
“We Some people think it's not worth it, but some people think it's worth it," Lincoln said without being humble or arrogant. "We do not intend to force everyone to take the Green Grass Trial and respect everyone's decision."
"And the one who insists on the trial the most, I think you would like to meet him."
Lincoln stepped aside, and a figure walked into the camp from behind him.
The man walked in, knelt down on one knee, and took off his helmet.
Lan En frowned and pursed his lips.
He recognized the man and whispered a name.
"Sir Lyn."
Stuart Lyn, son of Haxor Lyn.
"Yes, my lord."
This young man with mixed brown and blond hair responded to Lan En calmly.
Just looking at him reminded Lan En of the mountain fire and the courage, sacrifice, ferocity and ugliness shown by humans in the mountain fire
In that wildfire, the Linn father and his son endured the torture of the Nilfgaardians in their last moments.
Hakson's scepter, which came from a friend who had died for his country, was used as a torture tool by Adal Aip Darcy.
He used the all-steel scepter to crush half of Stewart's ribs, the decorative relief on the head of the scepter, and shaved off half of the young man's face.
But in the end, he still survived strong.
And before the Battle of Sodden Mountain began, Lan En entrusted Geralt and the others to take him to the north.
"I remember, I informed Geralt and asked him to take you to Arethusa, and the Sorceress Academy will rescue you from death."
Lan looked at Stewart up and down, This knight who was once ruthless and efficient in the refugee group ended up preparing to die with the refugees he led.
"Stand up, ser. I don't need anyone to kneel to me."
"But this has nothing to do with whether you need me to kneel or not. This is just my gratitude."< br>
Stewart seems to have been infected with the 'bad habits' of the Knights of Ashes.
He did not stand up immediately after Lan En's words. Instead, he put his helmet in his elbow, put his other hand on his chest and bowed his head in salute.
"Thank you for not letting my father's efforts and sacrifices be in vain. Nor for letting the cries of those who have endured the suffering dissipate on the battlefield." "That's all."
After saluting, Stewart stood up alone.
“And because of this gratitude, although I did not follow you in that epic war. But I will still be your ever loyal blade.”
"With the witness of all gods, all blessings and curses, this is my oath, my lord."
Stewart looked at Lan En with a cold expression.
The witcher frowned, but in the end he could only shake his head and sigh.
“You have endured enough, why don’t you take a rest? With your story, you are enough to live a stable and wealthy life in any northern country.”
“ It’s up to me to decide whether it’s enough or not, sir.”
Stewart put on his helmet again, covering half of his ferocious face.
“I did not let the sorceresses mend this face because I was waiting for the trial of grass. Broken bones will become stronger when they heal, and torn muscles will grow stronger when they grow.”
“I have been waiting, the trial of green grass can make me better.”
“But if you are allowed to undergo the trial of green grass, no matter whether you succeed or fail, it will make the hunter The research trend of demon mutations is even more serious."
Lan En shook his head.
"Give up."
Stewart still acted calmly.
"If this is your order, then I will carry it out. But my mind will not change, my lord."
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After returning the ashes After the command of the Knights was completed, Lan En left the camp.
The knights in the camp were also starting to pack their things and prepare to break camp.
The reason why they had been hanging around Gos Velen before was just to welcome back their commander as soon as possible.
Now that they have re-established contact with Lan En, under Lan En's order document, they will go to the official castle residence gifted by Foltest.
The castle is located in the southernmost part of Velen and the southernmost part of Temeria.
But the key now is not the castle.
"Ah~~ A bunch of disobedient bastards!"
Lan En pinched his head with a headache and complained dullly.
Beside him, Berengar, who also came out of the camp, was gloating and laughing.
This group of independent-minded guys, although Lan En knows that they will faithfully execute orders, they will definitely not change their dedication to the tough physique of the demon hunters.
80% of the time, in the next three days or so, I will be able to compile a bunch of reports about requesting the Green Grass Trial to increase my strength.
But what else can be done?
Can Lan En still kill them?
In the end, I can only have a headache.
Looking at Berengar who was gloating about his misfortune, Lan En’s mouth twitched.
Immediately, he took out a huge and dark sword from the alchemy leather bag on his waist.
【turbid current·destroy】.
As soon as Lan En carried the sword onto his shoulder, the roar of the huge air flow made Berengar couldn't help but shift his gaze here.
At first glance, the master blacksmith was attracted by the rough and brutal sword.
But the second look.
“Fuck you! Who did you let touch my craftsmanship! Do you hear me? Fuck you!”
Berengar leaned towards the sword with red eyes.
The smile shifted on the witcher's face.
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