"Good morning, Viselmir."

Lan En naturally raised his hand to the old demon hunter, which was regarded as a greeting.

"You don't look panicked at all."

Viselmir rose from the ground, straightening his somewhat crooked armor.

"It's just a powerful teleportation spell, as these long-lived and powerful guys always do. Even if they kick out the guests they don't want to see, they are used to using this kind of super-spec magic. Nothing surprising. ”

"Oh, then it looks like Geralt has a lot to learn from you. He still looks confused. ”

The two looked to the side, the milk-white-haired witcher looking dazed, and the mouse-gray-haired Ciri chattering beside his legs.

He was still too young.

Viselmir had wanted to say this to excuse his apprentice.

But with a glance at the bear cub beside him, the sentence was automatically swallowed.

Geralt is seventy or eighty years old no matter how young he is, and this kid next to him is estimated to be twenty-five?

The powerful developmental adjustments brought about by the genetic seed made the old witcher guess Lan's age a little older.

"It's time to go, Viselmir. I want Ciri out this time, I guess my face has been used up with the dryads, and Brock Leon should be no different from looking at me now than looking at you. ”

Lane tilted his head at Viselmir and walked over to Geralt and Ciri.

The old witcher followed him.

"Lanne?"

"Well, what's the matter?"

"If you're going to Kylemohan, it's better to do it in winter."

Lan En stopped, turned his head with a stunned and happy expression, and looked at the old witcher as usual.

"So, you've agreed with me to learn the deepest knowledge of the witchers?"

"Why not?"

Lann stopped, and Viselmir walked straight past him. This time, it was Lan En who followed.

"Lann, you didn't hesitate to rescue Ciri from Yugonn's mouth. I know you've got some new tricks that old guys like me don't know about, and you're comfortable with a 10-metre difference. But what I care about is not the new tricks, but your unhesitating attitude. I know you want to save people, you subconsciously want to save people, and that's enough. ”

"You have the ability to ask for face from Aisna, which means that you have done at least one thing that will make the whole forest accept you. And before you say anything to Aisna, you haven't forgotten to ask Ciri what she thinks. To be honest, if I had your face, I probably wouldn't have remembered, or rather cared about, what Ciri, this little girl, thought. ”

"You're outstanding, Lanne. In every way, you are outstanding. ”

Lan En couldn't see Viselmir's expression, but the old witcher's tone made him feel like he was facing the homeroom teacher who wished him a good university entrance exam in high school.

He doesn't benefit from your growth himself, but he just wants you to get better and better.

"I'll open everything to you in Kylemohan, you can make it your home, that's my promise ha, that's interesting, there's been no one like you in the Wolf School for a long time, Lane. None of the guys I've been teaching lately have been worrying about, including Geralt. ”

"Your bear school's grass trial must have mutated."

Lan smiled at the old witcher's sturdy back, trotted two steps forward, and put his arm around Viselmir's shoulder. The old man let out a hearty laugh.

"Hey! Watch out for my old bones! ”

"Do you mean an old bone that can knock five or six young strong guys down?"

"It's not that exaggerated, I only killed three of them in the tavern last month."

"And how many of them are there?"

"Three."

The hearty laughter of the old man and the young man made Geralt, who was still trying to figure out the situation.

He and Ciri were 'blaming' each other just now.

Geralt 'accuses' Heary of knowing who he is and their relationship when they first meet, but just holding back the bad and not saying anything.

Ciri's old nanny in the palace is a man who believes in fate, and the nanny often tells Ciri about the Witcher's entanglement with her parents.

The old nanny also predicted that a white-haired witcher would appear and take her away.

And Ciri's grandmother, Queen Caranthor, would get angry every time, yelling, 'This is impossible, I won't let this happen!' ’

So to sum up, Geralt fully believes that Ciri doesn't find fault with the relationship just because she is holding a bad stomach.

But Ciri is also 'blaming' Geralt, who she says makes her unhappy by the way she wants to get rid of her fateful connection, and feels like she is being seen as a heavy burden full of trouble.

And when Lanne and Viselmir came over, this innocuous mutual 'accusation' would naturally come to an end.

"Okay, looks like you've already negotiated?"

Geralt clasped his hands on his chest and raised his eyebrows, looking at the two men who walked over with their shoulders hooked.

Lan gave him a 'done' thumbs up.

"Alright, it's time for us to go. Old Aisina did give you face and teleported us all out of the village where the horses were placed. ”

Geralt and Lann led the way into the village, and after paying the bills to the peasant family who cared for turnips and Popai, one horse and two men each headed towards the far side of Brockleon.

They plan to send Viselmir to Brugg first and get a commission. Then send Ciri back to Sintra.

You can't really let the two countries fight because of this little girl, right?

But when they reached the fork in the road, Ciri suddenly grabbed Geralt's hand that wanted to pull the reins and turn the bend, frowned and said, "No, don't take this road, the other one is better." ”

Geralt frowned and looked at Ciri earnestly.

"How do you feel? How do you know? ”

"I just know." She shrugged back, her emerald green eyes lowered in surprise and helplessness. "Why? Why would I know? ”

On the other side of Bopai's back, Lan and Viselmir looked at Ciri with a frown.

Son of the Ancient Bloodline. In a place that I have never been to at all, I naturally have a sense of knowing whether the route is right or not, and whether the road is safe or not.

Did this bloodline persevere prophecy on her body?

Or is it said. Even advanced prophecy is only a part of this bloodline?

Lan En understood a little at this time, and Ethna wanted Ciri to drink the water of Brock Kleion, and then take the opportunity to cast a spell.

Geralt looked at his teacher and Lan without a trace, and then pulled out the Wolf School necklace from his collar.

"Touch this, Ciri."

"Wow!" The little girl opened her mouth wide, "What a terrible wolf, it even has fangs." ”

As she spoke, Ciri's fingers were close to the necklace pendant, and before she could fully touch it, the necklace had already begun to "rattle".

"It's moving!" Ciri muttered, "It's magic, right?" ”

"Yes, it's magic. Ciri, now it's up to you to lead the way. ”

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