"I haven't been to Heinkawich Castle."

Lan En repeated the emphasis.

Gerd was still stunned.

"No, wait for the situation to be what I thought?"

He hesitated, asking Lan in disbelief.

The young man nodded.

"That's what you think, I was raised to be a witcher outside after the castle was abandoned."

"Meritelli."

Gerd swallowed, his eyes straightened.

"Hainkawich has been abandoned for less than thirty years. How old are you this year? Who gave you the mutation? ”

"Nineteen, no, twenty. Bolton was my mentor. ”

"Pordon?!"

When Gerd heard the name, he showed an expression of disbelief that was even more incredulous than when he heard about Lane's age.

"That 'big ice' heart is also the coldest in the castle! How could he possibly have the heart of the school of survival to train a successor? ”

"I was his accidental son, and he took the time and effort to mutate me out of fear of fate, not out of desire to survive the school."

Lan En explained indifferently.

"Actually, I'm not so much an apprentice as I'm his spy? Striker? In short, it's a death squad. That's why the outfit I'm wearing now was actually taken off from his corpse at first. ”

Gerd walked in silence on the mud before letting out a sigh.

"Well, that's really what the 'ice cubes' can do. It must not be easy for you to kill him. He is not young, and he has great experience, physical strength, and magic. ”

"I was surprised that you were young but very powerful, but think about it, doing the work of a striker under that guy at Pordon, you can survive and kill him, you should be powerful, and there is nothing to envy."

The witchers of the bear school should be the saddest except for the cat school.

The school was supposed to be a second home for witchers in a world full of discrimination against mutants.

But the indifferent atmosphere of the Bear School made the members have no sense of belonging.

"You should be able to tell that I'm not short of money."

Lan En whispered, his voice spreading through the dark silence of the mausoleum, turning into a sigh of wind.

"I took on this task this time to find you."

"Looking for me?"

"Yes. I'm looking for a more advanced school armor blueprint. But I hadn't even been to Hainkawich, so I had to look for traces near the Amer Mountains. When I heard that there was a Bear School witcher here, I took the same step. ”

"Understood, that's easy to say."

Gede agreed very simply, and he was originally a warm and simple character.

"Our castle has been ransacked by mobs, but the main body is still there, and I can take you there. Although there are no ready-made drawings, we can go all the way to the dwarven settlements in the mountains, and the school drawings were designed by them. ”

Ged's words confirmed Berengar and Ran's speculation -

The members of the Witcher Order did not have high-level craftsmen, and their current unique armor was the result of the help of the dwarves.

"Thanks~ Thanks, Gede."

Lann whistled relaxedly, and with the members of the Bear School's castle days leading the way, he could spend a lot less time wandering in the vast Amer Mountains.

Gerd waved his hand at him, indicating that he didn't care.

Now that the matter of the armor drawings has been settled, all that remains is to quickly finish this task that is mixed with royal feuds.

The two of them walked for a while in the mausoleum, which had been converted from elven ruins.

The Elven Ruins are not clear of their intended purpose, but they have opened many small rooms that are now used to house thick sarcophagi.

A layer of water large enough to submerge the footboard covered the ground, and the mushrooms and weeds that had grown on the stone floor were submerged under the water.

This made Rann feel that something was wrong.

The heavy rain some time ago was really not small, after all, everyone said so. But was that heavy rain really capable of pouring so much water into the mausoleum?

The two of them had been walking almost two kilometers underground, but the water didn't seem to be abate, drying up!

Lan En suddenly frowned and stopped, he pulled out the sword of the Lake Maiden at his waist, and then let the tip of the knife gently plunge into the water.

Gerd didn't know what he was doing, but he didn't say much.

The water is flowing."

Lan's [Vision] caught the slightest disturbance of the water as it slashed across the blade.

This is not a diffuse ripple caused by the footsteps of the two men, but a sign of the flow of water.

"The monster that attacked you is not native to the mausoleum, Gerd."

Knowing this, Ryan sheathed the blade again.

"They came in through a passageway, and along with this water, it's probably an underground river."

"Is that good news?"

Gerd sneered.

"At least it shows that the people of this country still respect tradition and respect the deceased. Pull it down, it just means that we have a lot of trouble. ”

"Bad luck, this elven ruin is at least a few thousand years old! Why is it at this time, when we come to make money, there is a hole, phew! ”

He sounded resentful, and Rann understood.

After all, if you almost die at the hands of characters like water ghosts and evil ghosts one day, then you must be super unwilling.

"That's the problem, Gede."

The sound of wading water sounded again, and Lane began to lead Gede towards the source of the flowing water.

"Will the elven ruins, which have been stable for thousands of years, leak a hole due to a heavy rain? Even if the heavy rain makes the water flow of the groundwater turbulent, but the scene that this building has experienced for thousands of years is not bigger than this? ”

"You mean?"

"That hole was broken, and something came in through that hole. That's what I guessed. ”

In the cold, damp and dark ruins mausoleum, there was only the abrupt sound of water splashing.

The underground is already shady, and after the groundwater spreads in, it is even more cold.

In this environment, ordinary people are estimated to be nervous to the limit in the cold and fear.

It is not incomprehensible that if something terrible emerges from the mausoleum at this time, the sole survivor will become insane.

But for the two witchers, breaking into a haunted house to break the curse and strangle the demon spirits is their daily job.

"If that's the guess."

Gede's voice did not tremble in the slightest, but calmly analyzed.

"Then the demon also has an explanation, the thing that broke in was carrying some kind of object rich in chaos magic, or that thing itself had magical powers. Then the chaos magic stimulated the souls in the mausoleum, giving rise to demon spirits. ”

The two walked as they talked, and soon reached the deepest part of the mausoleum.

The walls here would have been a moss-covered, elaborate elf-style stone fresco. But now, the marble blocks that make up the frescoes are scattered all over the ground, as if they have been shattered by something.

A large hole occupies more than half of the wall.

Beyond the Great Cave, the sound of the underground river is endless.

"It's powerful, and it's not small."

Gerd muttered as he stroked the fracture marks at the entrance of the cave.

As he spoke, his fingers brushed over a stone brick that had been shattered, but had only been stuck and had not fallen.

The stone brick was affected by an external force, and the structure that had been stuck in it was destroyed, and the debris fell down and smashed into the water layer on the ground.

The vibrations rippled in the water columns.

Almost instantly, two Roaring Bear Head emblems trembled at the same time!

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