This hesitation and hesitation didn't linger in Lan En's heart for long.

The young witcher shrugged and pushed open the door to the tavern.

It seems that in recent months, the tavern has received a lot of distinguished guests that it should not have had the opportunity to receive, thus making the tavern owner a fortune.

When Lan En first arrived, the wooden door that leaked air from the joints of the wooden planks has been replaced by a one-piece heavy wooden door.

"Bring a bottle of rye vodka, ice it, don't mix it with water."

Lann greeted the bartender behind the counter wiping glasses, and walked over to a table by the window of the tavern.

Although it is already a sparse winter for travelers, the dark waters are one of the few small villages around Lake Vigema, which has a passenger boat route from the capital Vijma.

So the merchants in simple cloth hats, tights, and low-quality furs, the bards who still have all kinds of bright bird feathers in their hats in the winter, and the local villagers who are idle still create a lively atmosphere in the whole tavern.

On the wooden walls of the tavern are wreathed but still colored garlands and flower chains, as a sign of faith in Meritelli. The warm colors of the candlelight, the heat from the food, and the aroma of sake give people a warm and reassuring feeling.

The bard's singing, the voices of the people talking to each other, made Ran's entry inconspicuous.

On the table by the window, a red-haired woman who was still lightly dressed in winter and showed off her beautiful figure was sitting with her back to Lanen.

As Lan approached, the pendant around his neck began to shake. He was sure that the woman must have a magic amulet on her that she could wear in the winter and keep her body warm.

Sitting across from her, Belengal was listening to her in a casual manner, but mostly boredly using a spoon to crush the grilled fish on the plate.

As the footsteps of the heavy armor approached, the old demon hunter glanced up alertly.

Then, the bored but inextricable expression suddenly burst into laughter.

"Aha!"

"Look! And voila! Our big hero is back. ”

The woman across from Belengar spun around sharply, so hard that the bench under her ass was crooked.

The red hair that had fallen over her face subsided after a shake, not blocking the delicate face with the charm of a woman and the vitality of a girl.

Triss Meligard, an advisor to the Temerian royal family, is Virgina's sought-after political upstart.

She had been sitting in front of Belengar and chatting casually, but the expression on her face was the same as that of the old witcher.

A sorceress who has political ambitions and wants to bring them to life with her own efforts and influence. With an old witcher who left his profession because he was afraid of fighting.

There is nothing in common between them, even if they count their age, there should be several generation gaps between them.

It was only because of their mutual friends that they sat together on a regular basis.

The awkward atmosphere in it is if you let Lan En express it-

'You want your good friend to bring in a friend you don't know, his friend.' And then while the three of you are playing together, your friend goes to the toilet'

Belonging is as uncomfortable as it sounds.

For Belengar - Ran's arrival saved everything!

"Oh! My dear Belengar, if you make any more sarcasm at me, I'm going to kick you in the ass with this boot!" ”

The young man spread his hands, smiled slightly at the red-haired sorceress, and then said in a frustrated tone to Belengal.

The old witcher's mouth immediately drooped, like a bull terrier.

The posture that had been happily getting up to greet him was re-seated in the middle of the road.

"You're going to a world of poetry this time? The bard who sang love poems didn't have the flesh you just had, damn it, I got goosebumps! ”

Lann stepped over the bench and sat down carefully beside Triss. The sorceress's eyes had been pinned to him ever since they found him.

"Ahem, uh-huh. This is an adjustment, I went to the place this time to learn the language, just now to change the language habits, it is normal to use too much force. ”

"That's the best, or I'll have to shake three times if I say something to you."

Belengar looked Lan up and down with his long face, and laughed out loud when he was sure that the guy was not missing arms or legs.

The armor on his body has even just been professionally cleaned and maintained, and it can be seen that even in another world, it mixes well.

The body has grown a lot, and the size is estimated to have gone to 1.95 meters.

Even for his age, this is growing too fast.

Because he is not only growing taller, but the muscle latitude of the whole body is also increasing proportionally.

One centimeter in height will add several pounds of meat and bone weight to the weight!

Judging from Belengal's professional iron-striking eyes, his armor is already a little restrained.

The old witcher looked at the eyes of the sorceress beside Lan En, and drank the wine from the glass in his hand in one gulp.

Tsk, it's not a good time for outsiders to stay here.

"It's not early, I should go back"

The old witcher felt that he had a good eye, after all, when Lan En first returned from another world, he had behaved very well.

To do this, he bought himself a room in the tavern for two years.

Not to mention that the dean of Erethusa has a lot of money!

Why don't he, a mutant with no stable income, wait for someone in this village?

But this time, before Belengar could finish speaking, Triss, who was sitting next to Ranne, interrupted him first.

"It's still noon, Belengal."

As she spoke, Triss's eyes were still on the side of Lan's face.

"That's how you dealt with Margarita last time?"

After saying this, she looked away with a smile.

Belengar scratched his chin and sat back down on the bench with some embarrassment.

"Oh, that's me taking the initiative?"

"In an affirmative sentence, Belengal."

"Understood, I was presumptuous."

Triss nodded in satisfaction.

"Don't worry, Lanne. I'm not going to eat you, I'm not going to sleep with you, I see the tips of your ears are red just now. ”

"Margarita is a good friend of Yennefa, and I am also a good friend of Yennefa, and if you are in a relationship with her, then I will keep my distance in good spirits. At least until the two of you officially blow it. ”

"Although Foltest did hint at me that I could have some relationship with you that went beyond friendship, fuck Foltest! Who is he when I am? A woman standing on the street? ”

"I want to be close to you with the pleasures of the flesh, why don't you let his daughter come? Shit! ”

The sorceress said with determination.

To be honest, the temperament of maturity and liveliness intertwined makes her look pleasing to the eye when scolding.

Belengar pursed his lips vaguely, indicating that he had never seen a situation where nothing had happened under such hot eyes.

It was Mr. Lan, the simple young man who was his first love, who was still sitting slightly restrained, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

The old witcher was stunned.

You didn't believe it when she said that, did you!?

You're such a chick!

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