Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 311: 310 Princess who escaped from marriage

Chapter 311 Chapter 310. Princess who escaped from marriage

The final result was that a team consisting of three demon hunters and a tree spirit was joined by a little human girl.

Geralt wanted to send the little girl out of the forest first, but Brain refused to lead them. He said that since the girl appeared in Broklon, she already belonged to Broklon.

Dryads sometimes take girls from human families in the outside world, and then use their magical rituals to transform human girls into dryads.

Logically speaking, Lan En should have drawn his sword when he heard such stories.

But again - once it gets involved in racial conflicts, all the originally clear and simple relationships between good and evil will become ambiguous and blurred.

The tree spirits have done something similar to human traffickers against humans, but humans are also committing genocide against them.

The tree spirits will shoot any human, young or old, who dares to enter the forest. But humans are also offering bounties for the scalps of dryads, and the price is rising, for young and old alike.

And after the tree spirits transformed the girls they brought back, they did care for and live with them equally, which even made Lan En think that these girls might be luckier than the farm women in the outside world.

So the young people didnt want to take care of it.

But Geralt knew very well that without the guidance of the tree spirit, if he insisted on going his own way, he would not be able to leave Broklon alive.

To outsiders, this vibrant forest is a green hell.

The tree spirits don't need to intercept him, they just need to ignore him.

So at the end of the quarrel, Geralt could only apologize to Brian and say that he was talking nonsense just now.

Vesemir was very confident that the apprentice he had brought out would figure it out clearly, so he simply didnt even look at the quarrel between the witcher and the tree spirit.

Took Lan to dismantle Yogorn's body.

The old witcher was no worse than a surgeon in stripping away materials and trophies. He took out venom glands, fangs, two tentacles, and a red thing that looked like an enlarged version of a cell.

Youre in luck, kid. The red mutagenic substance will be useful for you to prepare the [decoction] in the future.

This is the first time Lan En has cut this thing out of a monster's body. It seems that the shipment rate does depend on luck.

Vesemir put the mutagen in a bottle of dwarf spirit and it was considered preserved.

Lan En seemed a little happy after taking it. The important thing was not the mutation inducer, but the thing called [Decoction] revealed by Vesemir.

That was something that Berengar had never told him. It was undoubtedly advanced alchemical knowledge.

Vesemir gave him a hint, indicating that he at least began to want to open up the knowledge of the Wolf School to him.

This is a good start.

Hiri's ankle was twisted just now, and she was being carried by Geralt at this time.

Lan En always felt that the two of them were inexplicably familiar.

Perhaps there are people in this world who are born with the right eye.

The little **** Geralt's back secretly turned her head to look at the silver-haired witcher walking beside her, then quickly lowered her head before he turned around, sniffed, and smoothed her mouse-gray hair with her hands.

Its useless for you to fix it, Ciri.

Lan En didnt look sideways, walking and talking as if he didnt feel anything.

Our hair types are different. Your hair is easily tangled and entangled with debris, so it cannot be so smooth.

Hiri didnt raise her head, but just patted her mount on the shoulder.

Walk faster, I dont want to be next to this rude person.

But the "mount" also has something to say: "My princess, do you think it's easy to carry someone on your back in the forest? It can't be faster."

You are all prevaricating me, I will make my grandma order your head to be chopped off! And his!

The girl wiped her nose and looked at the two demon hunters fiercely. Her expression made Lan En, who was walking next to her, laugh out loud.

Okay, behead them, two at once, its really scary, blah blah blah, Geralt actually praised him.

"But you should tell us what kind of noble and terrifying person your grandmother is, right? I think we can start with her name."

As soon as she heard that she was about to tell where she came from, Ciri immediately stopped shouting.

Well, since you keep asking me, Ill tell you.

"But after you hear this, you are not allowed to take me to Christine! Can you swear?"

"Christine? Who is that?" Geralt, like Lan, was amused by the child's childish request at first, and then suddenly reacted.

"What the hell! Prince Christian? Prince Christian of Verdon? You were supposed to go find him?!" The girl straightened her mouse-gray hair again, removed the two pine needles that were rolled in, and twisted them Go face.

Grandma asked me to get to know that Christine, just to get to know him! And then his father, that one.

King Aiweier.

"Yes, that King Aiweier has only been thinking about holding a wedding since I arrived at the castle! I am only nine years old! And I don't like Christine at all."

"He is fat, stupid, and has bad breath. He is much uglier than in the portrait he was sent! He also told me that I am prettier than in the portrait, but the person he likes is named Alvina, a female noble in the court. Do you understand? I didnt want to marry him, and he didnt want to marry me, so whats the point of getting married? So I ran out.

Everyone loves to listen to gossip shows, and Vesemir and Brain, who is responsible for leading the way, have unknowingly gathered around Ciri.

Looks like walking normally, but actually he is listening to stories.

The plot of a princess escaping from marriage has been full of extraordinary vitality for a long time.

The princess should marry the prince, isnt it natural? In our time

Although Vesemir is a long-lived demon hunter, his chatter is no different from that of an ordinary old human man.

They are all in the tone of recalling the past.

But Shirley was a very independent child, and she looked at the red-nosed old man angrily.

You said exactly the same thing as everyone else. You all thought I was a kid, so I was very confused, right?

Vesemir's reflexive retort: "I didn't lie to you!"

Youre just fooling me!

Vesemir curled his lips and fell into silence.

The tree spirit walking next to him turned his head to look at the old guy in surprise, shook his head as if with emotion, and then continued walking forward.

Lan looked at the surprised Blaine in surprise.

The group of people walked quietly for a while, and the princess on Geralt's back suddenly gently tugged on his milky white hair.

Sir Geralt.

Call me Geralt, I am not a knight, not even a knight.

Okay Geralt, Im hungry.

Lan heard what Ciri said and walked over.

Geralt was carrying Ciri, and his share of the package was being weighed by Lan En.

The young man rummaged through his pockets: "Well, I have carrots, cheese, and onions here."

In the era before greenhouse technology, there was really nothing to eat in winter.

Just cheese and carrots.

Hiri is not as squeamish as Lan En imagined, but it is possible that she is very hungry. She nibbled the raw carrots and cheese quickly but slowly.

Thanks, Lan.

The young man closed the mouth of the bag again and responded casually: "You're welcome, you don't have much to eat."

"No, it's not because of the food. It's not just because of the food. You saved my life, in front of the big centipede. I was already scared to death."

Ha, you admit that you were scared. Its rare that you dont speak harshly. Lan En laughed, but then his expression became serious.

"There are a lot of deadly things in this forest. It would be foolish to run away from marriage and escape here. And you should also thank the others. Regardless of whether they arrived or not, they have put in their efforts for you after all."

I remember. Ciri sniffed and gently tugged on Geralts milky white hair.

Thank you, Geralt.

Youre welcome, little one.

When Bai Lang said this, he tried hard to suppress the rising tone of his voice. But even so, Lan En felt that this guy's steps were even more brisk.

Had it not been confirmed that Geralt was not a psychopath, Lan probably would have become wary of him.

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