Chapter 806 788. Lambert
“You let a little girl run away as a killer?”
Berengar looked at Geralt with wide eyes.
And Geralt is not guilty.
“She was only as old as she was when we were running on the killer road, wasn’t she?”
Geralt leaned back on the chair, raised his legs on the table, and drank comfortably from the glass of aged Nilfgaardian limoncello in his hand.
"And Vesemir is watching her, and Lambert is hunting outside, so she is safe. She is not a porcelain doll that breaks at the touch of a touch. Do you still remember how the scar on her face came from? ?”
“Now she is at the age where she should learn something. There is nothing else to teach her in the witcher’s castle, but we don’t want to waste her, so we must at least teach her something that can help her. A way to protect yourself in this cruel world."
Lan En and Berengar nodded silently.
People's learning ability gradually declines, even for long-lived transformed people like demon hunters.
You should learn more when you are young, otherwise even developing your intelligence will be a problem.
Uneducated people grow up in ignorance. This is the case for most civilians in this world.
When communicating with others, he is dull, unable to express his meaning, logically confused, and has sudden and sudden mood swings. When he first came to this world, Lan En even found it difficult to communicate with them.
‘Education’ is a luxury right in this era.
Although the knowledge of demon hunters is a bit biased, in terms of height, it is after all a knowledge system established by several outstanding warlocks hundreds of years ago.
It is estimated that only tutors specially hired by big nobles and big businessmen for their offspring, or places like Ossenfurt University, can stand tall and say 'I am stronger'.
“I didn’t expect that I knew that in order to take care of Ciri, you must keep someone in Kaer Morhen. But I didn’t expect that you actually left three people?”
Lumber Lan En has never heard of this name. But he should also be a member of the Wolf School.
“Why, now you are working as a full-time nanny, why don’t you go out to make money?”
Lan raised his wine glass and nodded at Geralt with a teasing tone.
"We are not the kind of school that is ruthless to our companions, Lan En."
Geralt immediately chuckled and used the 'Wolf School's characteristic irony' to stab back.
He also knew that Lan En had no feelings for his school of thought, so he spoke openly.
After joking, his tone became serious.
“When I came back with Ciri, I said this was my ‘destiny’, and then my guys didn’t have a second thought.”
"They knew Ciri's identity, but no one cared. Eskel took the initiative to take on the work of going out to earn money. He knew how much effort it would take to raise this little girl in Kaer Morhen, and that he would have to constantly Someone is watching to prevent her from being captured by the griffins and vampires in the mountains."
"So now we take turns looking for work, and the money we earn is used to support ourselves in Kaer Morhen. Eskel was the first one to go out."
Lan En did not speak, but Berengar's eyes were filled with memories.
It seems that in this castle of the school that I wanted to escape from in my early years, I remembered some warmth buried deep in my memory.
“I can lend you some money for an emergency.”
Berengar's fingers touched the edge of the wine glass and he lowered his head and said.
"It doesn't matter when. My current savings look a little scary to me. Raising a little girl, a child of destiny, is not a big expense."
Jero Te shook his head.
"Forget it, Master Berengar. To be honest, we are not familiar with each other and have never even met. Maybe Vesemir can chat with you?"
" But I can't accept your loan. After all, although we are a little tired now, we can still hold on. If the work is not good, even if we work as a laborer at the dock, can we still raise a little girl? "
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Originally, Geralt's words were very honest and sincere, and there was nothing to criticize.
But the key is that he finally said, ‘Go to the dock to work as a laborer.’ As soon as he said this, Lan almost choked the wine in his mouth into his nose.
“Cough, cough!”
Geralt looked at Lan En who was choking on his drink strangely. Apparently he didn’t know that he said the wrong thing.
As expected, Berengar, who had been full of emotion just now, immediately turned expressionless. "Oh, then just hold on."
The rapid change of attitude left Geralt dumbfounded.
“Ahem, so you are coming here this time. As you agreed last time, come and take a look at the information?”
Although I don’t know why I said the wrong thing, Geralt did too. Having been a witcher for decades, he changed the subject easily.
So Lan En picked up the conversation and told him the current situation outside.
"Hmph, you are famous but you want to hide yourself. This is the first time I have seen you."
White Wolf said in a relaxed tone.
“But just the things you did are indeed worthy of those stories, aren’t they?”
Lan Enze shook his head disdainfully: “Then do you still remember those things you saw? What happened to the person who became famous but did not hide away, but enjoyed it openly? "
Bai Lang really rolled his eyes to the side and recalled it? Say it after a while.
"Well, they are all dead. Killed by countless challengers, or their reputation will be ruined."
"So," Lan En spread his hands and did not continue.
It was still early, so Geralt found a large piece of cheese from the kitchen behind the fireplace and ate it as an appetizer.
During this period, Lan En talked about his story in the monster world, and Geralt talked about Ciri's life after coming here.
Berengar was more concerned about what Vesemir thought of Geralt when he brought back the two Valyrian steel swords.
A group of people just chatted like this until it got dark.
"Ha! Don't tell me you have seen a deer-headed spirit that has been strengthened to that point. I don't even want to hear about this thing."
"Ancient times! Ancient deers "The first sperm."
Lan seriously corrected Geralt's statement, which obviously lowered the value of the young man's record and couldn't bear it.
“Okay, ancient deer-headed spirit. You said it still has undiscovered totems left there? Oh, I really hope I don’t get randomly teleported by them next time I take on this kind of job. "
Geralt smiled gleefully.
At his professional age, he is no longer obsessed with whether his results are good or not, and whether he is impressive or not.
The main thing is cost-effectiveness.
He wished that in all his missions, his opponents would be a group of evil ghosts, ghouls, and water ghosts, and then he would be rewarded with griffins and petrified cockatrices.
Lan En's experience seemed to him to be unlucky.
At this moment, there was movement outside the door of the castle's main building.
"There's an extra horse in the stable, and I bet someone came in. It's a purebred Kaedweni warhorse. Not bad compared to Eskel's Scorpion."
A relatively young male voice said this.
“Which poor homeless demon hunter did you invite, the compassionate Vesemir?”
And the oldest known hunter that Lan En is familiar with The demon responded to that relatively young voice.
"Can't you be more honest when you talk to me? Didn't I slap you enough during the training period, Lambert?"
"I said, I haven't invited anyone else recently. I have to watch Shirley, I don’t have time to go out.”
“I testify!” The little girl’s voice was weak and she sounded exhausted. But the mood is quite exciting.
"Okay, you testify." Lambert imitated Ciri in a weird voice.
Although Lan En has never met Lambert, Lan En always feels that there is a sense of ridicule and sarcasm in his tone all the time.
"I just want to say, I just shot this goat. If there is not enough food, let the man do it himself!"
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(End of this chapter)