Chapter 1174 1156. Nannik
This cave dug from the mountain is very different from ordinary caves.
The further you go, the hotter it becomes, without any shade as it should.
After completely entering, the temperature was already hot. And it was hot and humid.
The moss-covered rocks and dark rock walls are covered with plump water drops.
There are plants all around. They spread out from cabinets, flower pots, and sinks, competing for territory, causing the leaves and stamens to be contaminated with soil.
With just a glance, Lan En recognized many rare herbs, and even plants that had been declared extinct in the library of Arethusa.
An old woman who was dressed similarly to Grandma Aurora, but whose body was fatter, was rolling up her sleeves and working among the lush plants with scissors and a bone stick.
The lighting in the cave was actually good. When Lan En looked up, he realized that several large holes had been dug out and sealed with crystals.
"Aurora, you don't have to come down today, it's very hot here."
The fat old woman pruned the plants with vigorous and skillful movements. Although she said "it's very hot", surprisingly, she felt as dry as in autumn.
Standing up with the bone stick that had just been used to turn the soil, Sister Nannik turned her head to look at the entrance of the cave, and then raised her eyebrows.
"Aha." The rich old woman shook the bone stick stained with soil, "So there are guests?"
Ai Ruola reached out towards the cave greenhouse and said Then look at Lan En. What this means is: It's time for you two to talk.
"If I'm not mistaken." Lan En nodded to Sister Aurora, then walked down the last step and entered the greenhouse.
"Is that a five-star leaf mignonette? There are also carnivorous flowers, don't test the grass?"
Lan opened the hood on his head and looked at the rare plants in the cave with interest, and asked Nannick Grandma asked.
"At least half of the species here have become extinct in the outside world."
"Humph." The fat old woman chuckled, "This is the first time I know that the famous [Hunter Lord] is so accomplished in herbal medicine?”
Lan En’s hooded face passed through the junction of sunlight and darkness caused by the crystal on his head.
The changes in the light made his gorgeous silver hair shine for a while, then become silent for a while, and his eyes shimmered, and then returned to normal.
In addition, the roaring bear head pendant slipped down from the collar of the cloak and was trembling slightly.
This is a demon hunter from the Bear School, tall and handsome in appearance.
Who else could it be?
Nannick completed the check-in with almost no effort in thinking.
"No, I mainly study alchemy."
Lan En walked up to the rich old woman and saluted her.
"Good day, Aunt Nannik."
The old woman nodded casually: "Good day to you too, Duke."
This kind of Being casual doesn't mean you are being careless, it feels like you are getting older and don't care about things like your identity anymore. This may also include a detached attitude towards the world after devoting one's life to God.
And Lan En didn't care. After all, judging from her age, this kind and wealthy old woman looked at Geralt like a child, let alone a young man like him.
"It seems that the 'demon wind' from the Pontal Valley brought you here? Yes, except there, this place can be said to be peaceful now."
Just like Like Sister Aurora, Nannick immediately understood why Lan En appeared in the Principality of Elland.
“But you should go to Siward, he is the Grand Duke of Elland.”
Nannick put his soiled hands on the apron in front of him and simply He wiped it and said.
Lan En smiled and shook his head, just tapping his eyes with his fingers.
"Seward's reputation here is not very good. Sister Nannike, you should still remember how White Wolf was treated when he was recovering from his injuries a few years ago?"
The rich old woman's brows suddenly widened.
“Oh, you knew about my place through Geralt?”
Her tone revealed Enron, as if the person introduced by Geralt was of course trustworthy.
"Then I can understand that idiot Siward. The knights under his command are also mentally damaged." A man who can't even afford to be tough, what's the point of speaking tough?"
The rich and kind old man spoke disdainfully about the Duke of the Principality in her place.
Lan En just smiled politely and made no comment.
Nannick took off the apron in front of him, placed it on a bench in the greenhouse, among some patches of sunlight, and led the way out.
"It seems that those stories are true? You, Geralt, Dandelion, and a man named Gede supported each other on the battlefield of the last war?"
Nannikman His face was speechless.
“It’s not that I don’t believe in songs and stories, well, I just don’t believe it. Especially when I know Dandelion. That bad boy wanted to gain some face for himself so that he could climb up to the noble lady’s house. He messes around in bed and dares to make up anything."
"Uh, Sister Nannick." Lan En also looked a little embarrassed, "Although I partially agree with you, Dandelion. He's also my friend."
The old woman smiled and turned her head as she walked up, looking at Lan En up and down again. "Well, it seems that you are indeed the kind of person they can see each other through."
Out of the greenhouse, the temperature changes drastically. But Nannick seemed to feel nothing from the beginning to the end, and the roaring bear head pendant around Lan En's neck remained motionless because he left the magical greenhouse.
This phenomenon made the witcher look at the old woman thoughtfully.
“How many people did you bring here?” Nannick said as he walked, “I mean, how many people do I have to prepare food and accommodation for?”
“Ten people, please don’t worry. . We won’t stay long, and I’ll pay.”
"These are all small things." Nannick kept walking and waving towards the distance.
Then a girl in plain clothes trotted over. At this time, Lan En had already put on his hood again, so the girl didn't waste much time looking at him in a daze.
Nannik skillfully instructed the girl on various matters, and with a few concise words, he arranged the food and lodging for ten people. There is also the storage and care of the war horses.
She has served the goddess in the Meriteli Temple her whole life. No one knows and commands this temple better than her.
They passed by the main entrance, and Lan En raised his hand to greet the Ember Knights, Qilin, and Velvet Ball, so they quietly and orderly accepted the arrangements of the priestess apprentices.
"Is Geralt okay?" Lan En was a little surprised that Nannick could ask this question now.
"Both physically and mentally, he is in good condition."
The witcher is very optimistic about the situation of his old friend.
"So." But there was hesitation in Nannick's tone, "What about his 'destiny'?"
"Are you talking about his famous Son of Destiny?" Lan En thought about the words, "Officially, we can only sadly think that Princess Xilia has passed away. The better thing is that she is still living somewhere."
There is no doubt that Nannick, as a partial insider, heard the overtones in these cautious words.
A slightly relieved smile appeared on her face.
“You seem to be very concerned about Geralt’s fate?” Lan En felt a little interested, so he said keenly.
Nennik was silent for a while, but then he spoke out.
“That’s because I was not very optimistic about his prediction before. That prophecy was full of images of sadness and death.”
As she spoke, Sister Nannike led Lan En to the back garden of the temple.
The flowers here are luxuriant and neatly trimmed. It is quiet and stylish. The most important thing is that there are no other people. It seems to be a good place for conversation.
Although the temple can be regarded as the territory of Sister Nannick, Meritelli's teachings are tolerant and benevolent. There are also many believers in the temple seeking treatment and help from the outside world, or simple passers-by.
It can be said that there are too many people and too many eyes.
This is also the reason why Nannike needed to give instructions when arranging the food and lodging for ten people just now, because there are many people in this Melitelli Temple at all times.
If you don't arrange it well, it will really mess up.
"Geralt didn't tell me that you could prophesy."
Lan tilted his head and asked, which earned the old woman a blank stare.
"It's not my prophecy, it's 'telepathy' to be precise. It was done by Aurora. The two of them went to bed, and there was contact between body and spirit, which was very convenient for telepathy. Yes. ”
“Huh? ”
The young man was in a daze at first, and then gradually became dumbfounded. Then Nannik seemed to react and quickly added.
"No! It's not Grandma Aurora! It's Little Aurora!"
"Oh~"
In this way, Lan En showed an understandable expression.
“In order to make Geralt telepathic, you asked the apprentice priestess to sleep with him?”
Nannik patted Lan En's arm moderately and said displeasedly.
"Don't tell me, I'm like a brothel madam, young man. This temple is full of young and lively female apprentices who have never seen men. Usually, there are workers who come to repair things, and they can show off their arms. They stood there and watched happily for a long time."
"Natural sexual desire is natural and beautiful, child. Geralt was strong and single at the time, and little Aurora was very interested in him. , plus she has psychic talent, so I don’t care.”
The young man shrugged, he was used to the world’s openness in the concept of gender. Moreover, Meritelli does not have faith in the concept of a virgin goddess. The images of pregnant women and old women in the three incarnations all have maternal qualities.
Therefore, priests and believers have no reason to abstain.
The last telepathy seemed to show a bad omen regarding Geralt and Ciri.
Ciri is not only Geralt's unexpected daughter, Lan En also cares about her very much.
But thinking about the life they live in Kaer Morhen now, it seems there is nothing to worry about.
Although Lan En has not had much contact with Yennefer, he knows that she is a very powerful sorceress just from hearing about it.
I guess one person can suppress both Geralt and Ciri, honestly.
(End of this chapter)