Chapter 805 787. Hall Furnace
Lan En began to untie the magic rune cloth and horse armor on Qilin.
The chest badges of the three demon hunters present began to tremble slightly.
“You equip a horse with all these things?”
Geralt asked with raised eyebrows.
"Although I also know that you are quite rich, and this horse looks really tall and strong. But... tut tut tut."
His mature and hoarse voice makes it easy to say such things. It feels ironic.
Lan En felt that this guy must have suffered a lot and offended a lot of people because of this mouth.
Under the drapey rune cloth that had not been completely taken off, eyes like unicorn red crystals stared at Geralt, who was crossing his chest and commenting on it.
With a "whisper", Qilin snorted, and a tiny blue arc of electricity exploded from its fur.
Lan En, who was unloading the equipment on it, immediately had his silver hair explode.
"Hey! We agreed! Control!"
Lan slapped Qilin on the butt, complaining.
“I don’t have a rune cloth to block me here!”
Qilin then shook his head, unhappy and chose not to look at Geralt.
And when Lan En removed all the equipment from Qilin's body, leaving only the magic leg rings, Geralt saw the entirety of this ancient dragon for the first time.
“For the sake of smallpox and plague.”
White Wolf no longer had the energy to judge with his arms crossed.
His mouth opened uncontrollably, and his eyes, which were always calm and steady, also widened.
“Unicorn? Alive?!”
The horns on Qilin's head finally grew back during this period of travel.
The spiral-shaped pale horn shows an energy-rich blue-purple color, like a section of radiant energy crystal.
"Isn't that how it is drawn in the book?"
"Because this is not a unicorn."
Lan said to the confused Geralt , and patted Qilin's flank at the same time.
The Qilin immediately neighed, raised its hooves happily, and ran towards Kaer Morhen's city wall.
And he jumped up on the wall perpendicular to the ground in a few moments, then jumped straight off the castle and went to play in the mountains.
“Aren’t you going to play with me?”
Lan En turned around, leaned over and asked the flannel ball who jumped off Qilin’s back and stood on the ground, looking around.
The flannel ball smacked its mouth and straightened its kitty helmet.
"It's no fun being with Kirin, nya. I can't wait to train now, nya!"
Are you so motivated?
Flannel Ball's conscious and hard work made Lan En despise Qilin in his heart.
I feel like this ancient dragon will not be able to defeat El Cat sooner or later.
On the other side, Geralt held his chin and looked at the flannel ball that spoke, stood, and moved like a human being.
At this moment, his high receptiveness to being constantly faced with gods and ghosts as a demon hunter also began to come into play.
“It seems that you encountered a lot of interesting things after that war?”
Lan En stuffed the magic equipment removed from Qilin into his alchemy leather bag. He clapped his hands and spoke in a relaxed tone.
"Then let's have a chat. Now, you can start entertaining the guests." "I was invited by Vesemir, and I've been sleeping rough all the way. Do you understand what I mean?"
Geralt laughed so hard that his shoulders shook.
"Of course, of course. I happen to know that Vesemir hid a barrel of Nilfgaardian limoncello, and it was dated 1237."
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In the main hall on the first floor of Kaer Morhen, there is a large wooden table next to the fireplace.
The entire lobby on the first floor is very empty and messy.
The high castle dome and the cracked marble on the floor all tell the story of how the castle once was brightly lit.
But now, whispering a word can bring out an echo of loneliness.
The few remaining demon hunters are obviously not very particular, or they don't have much care.
Alchemy equipment, large wooden boxes for storage, storage tanks for monster organs, and even a disembowelled Kikimo, the corpse of a medium-sized dog-sized insectoid creature, was displayed on the table.
The social structure of this monster is similar to that of ants and bees. It is a species that invaded from the ancient celestial convergence period and is very destructive to the natural ecology.
And because this monster's body is so toxic, scholars among ordinary people believe that it is impossible to conduct anatomical research at all.
But for a demon hunter, having a bottle of [White Honey] on hand is considered to have completed the preparations.
Judging from the corpse of Qiqimo, it is obvious that this skillful technique is not the first time it has been dissected.
Geralt added more wood to the fireplace in the hall.
The size of this stove matches the hall. It is nearly five meters long and deep enough to burn a large tree trunk directly inside.
"If there wasn't such a big stove, even the witchers in this hall wouldn't be able to survive the winter. It's too cold in the mountains. And over the past few decades, the weather has been getting colder and colder."
< br>Geralt lit the fire, and the smoke from the burning firewood would be discharged from the top along the flue of the castle.
Under the warm firelight, three demon hunters and a calico kitten sat at the big wooden table.
Geralt dug out Vesemir's wine collection, inserted a tap on the wine barrel, and poured it for everyone.
"Yours, kitten."
"Thank you, meow, but I don't drink." The calico cat raised its little paw and waved it. "A good warrior must be awake at all times, meow!"
"Oh, it's up to you. Anyway, all the good warriors I've met love this."
Geralt sat down with a cup in his hand. Bottom, he was only wearing a white linen shirt today, with breeches and boots on his legs.
“You don’t look too cold.”
Lan En took a sip from the cup and said.
Berengar, who was next to him, didn't drink. He just turned his head left and right and looked at the hall with a complicated expression.
“Yeah, it’s early summer now, and I’m very comfortable with this temperature.” Geralt nodded indifferently. "But Xili can't do it. She's still young. The cold in the mountains is too strong. This stove is just for her. If you come over, you can make a fire and take advantage of her."
"Okay~" Lan En He protracted and raised the cup in his hand, "Jing Xili."
The remaining two demon hunters were very proud and raised their cups with a smile.
Flannel Ball looked around blankly, then took the water bottle from his shoulder and touched it with a 'meow' sound.
After the first round of drinks, the atmosphere became completely heated.
Berengar's eyes were no longer full of estrangement and sadness. He began to stretch and relax in this familiar hall that he had not seen for a long time.
“Speaking of Ciri, where has she gone now?”
Lan En seemed to mention it unintentionally, and Geralt did not hide it.
“She is running ‘Killer Road’ outside.”
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(End of this chapter)