Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 288: 287 Bear and Wolf Play

Chapter 288 287. The play of the bear and the wolf

Is the situation, the situation bad?

The noble lady looked nervous, and it was obvious that she cared about her brother, but caring was of no use in many cases.

Geralt was thinking carefully about his words so as not to make the young lady feel like she was the one doing something wrong.

"Rumors distort the truth of the matter, those vital clues. All I can confirm from these villagers are things that are already well known: Sir and a woman are having fun, and then one day the woman disappears, and Sir turns into a corvette Moor. Phew~"

The cold-faced witcher sighed slightly.

"To be honest, there are few noble ladies who are as tolerant as you. You allow the farmers in the territory to talk to their knights for so long without stopping."

In fact, a normal lord would break several whips on his subjects as soon as rumors started to spread.

lords with a more violent temper would erect several long wooden poles in conspicuous locations in their territory, and hang hanging corpses on them like wind chimes.

Geralt couldn't tell now whether his sigh was complaining about the expected increase in workload, or whether he was lamenting the rare kindness of this noble lady.

He is not in a bad mood anyway.

"Please let these villagers go back, Miss Eliza. I will conduct an on-site inspection directly, please."

The milk-white-haired demon hunter was standing casually, ready to say, "Please take me to see your brother, the cormorant."

But after his cat eyes casually glanced at the crowd gathered outside the manor, the center of gravity of his body immediately rested on the toes of his left foot.

It seems as natural as changing postures after standing for a long time, but in fact, this is a standing posture that can start rotating, shifting, and swinging a sword at any time.

In short, this is a battle-prepared posture of full alertness.

There was someone in the crowd who caught Geralt's attention.

He is tall and strong, although among a group of farmers wrapped in three layers and three layers outside, he is not noticeable at first glance. But the witcher's powers of observation are far beyond those of ordinary people.

At a glance, he noticed an obvious sense of inconsistency

That persons proportions are great.

Even though he is wearing obviously heavy equipment and is nearly two meters tall, his body proportions are still unusually coordinated.

Looking again, Geralt noticed the silver necklace flashing in the cloak.

That's a roaring bear head.

The noble lady has never learned any swordsmanship, so of course she couldn't see the changes in Geralt. She just wondered why the witcher stopped talking halfway.

"Master? Master Witcher? What's wrong with you?"

"No, I just met a friend. Please let these people go home. I will go and catch up with that 'friend' first."

Miss Eliza stared blankly at the master witcher, whose cat eyes were staring motionlessly at somewhere in the crowd.

Lan En walked outside with the dispersed people. Wearing a black cloak and a hood, he looked inconspicuous in the gloomy winter sky.

This is the first master demon hunter he has seen besides Bordon.

Berengar doesn't count. That guy has been working as a laborer for at least ten years working overtime to earn wages.

The milk-white haired witcher fit his understanding of a master witcher very well.

Professional, calm, patient, and alert. The characteristics of the profession of demon hunter are vividly displayed in him.

Even within the Wolf School, which has the most complete knowledge inheritance, this guy is probably the most outstanding one.

And now, this outstanding demon hunter has stopped in front of him. In a narrow alley in the village, the witcher was standing against the wall with his arms folded, holding two swords on his horse's belly.

After Lan En entered the alley, he stood up straight and faced the young witcher.

"This job has been taken over by me, from the Bear School. And I think the difficulty of this job is enough for a demon hunter, and there is no need to give out the bounty to people who come to help on their own initiative."

Geralt's deep and hoarse voice sounded in the alley. He had the charm of a mature man as always, but Lan En always felt it.

This guy seems a little resentful?

Hence, Lan En, who was told about the school of thought, simply lifted the hood on his head and asked bluntly.

"Of course, the famous [White Wolf], master demon hunter. You can definitely deal with a mere curse that turns people into birds. But what's the reason for this inexplicable resentment in your tone? If I hadn't I remember wrongly, this should be the first time the two of us have met."

Geralt acted like most people when he saw Lann's face for the first time. He was stunned, and then shook his head to regain consciousness.

Lan En's words made the corners of his cold mouth twitch slightly, and the resentment became even stronger.

Yes, this is the first time in our lives that we have met, but the last encounter I had with the Bear School was far from pleasant.

Oh? How do you say it?

Lan En tilted his head and asked curiously.

It seemed that Lan En had no intention of causing trouble, so Geralt did not immediately put his palm on the hilt of the sword behind his back.

Our expressions are to reduce trouble, but you are really emotionless and do not understand the ways of the world.

"Last time I passed by and saw your people hunting a petrified cockatrice, I went to help. As soon as the beast lay down and its blood was still hot, your people took out the steel sword and told me that he was not invited. I'm participating in the mission, and the bounty is all his. Is he mentally ill if he draws his sword if he wants to share it? I don't want to share the money at all!"

Lan En pursed his lips and smiled awkwardly.

Geralt had a cold face, but said that others did not understand the ways of the world. This scene was much more interesting than his cold jokes.

But the situation he described does not seem to be false based on Lane's understanding of Bordon.

The mutation formula of the Bear School, you are right to say that he has a brain disease.

Although Lan En had no sense of belonging to the Bear School, he still had a badge hanging around his neck. Facing a resentful Wolf School demon hunter, he could only smile.

"But don't worry, I'm not here to steal business. To be honest, I have just learned about curses, and I haven't lifted any curses myself. Originally, I just wanted to follow you and observe the actual combat."

As he spoke, Lann took out a shiny Oren coin from the alchemical leather bag on his waist and flicked it to Geralt.

The Wolf Pie opposite raised his hand and caught it in his hand.

He raised his eyebrows at Lan En in confusion.

The young people smiled and spread their hands.

Im different from the one you met. Im familiar with the courtesy.

Let me follow you and see a practical case of lifting the curse. Ill help you if you have trouble. If you learn something, Ill give you some teaching fees. Isnt this a good deal?

Geralt's eyes moved back and forth between Oren and Lan's face. In the end, he put the gold coin into his pocket with a strange expression.

It seems that you are indeed different from most bear schools.

The famous [Lord Hunter], the master witcher who slaughtered the entire Earls estate.

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