Now that the strengthening and development of bones is close to completion, even if Popai is well taken care of, he is basically unable to carry Lan En forward.

It is a horse that has been carefully bred and trained for a purpose, not a pack horse specially designed to carry heavy loads and do manual work.

So even in a hurry, but also to keep the Popai under pressure, Lan En chose the river boat.

He stood at the edge of the passenger ship, and the crowd automatically left an empty space around him.

A hooded man of two meters and six, this body size is too intimidating and unusual.

Even though his lips were still thin and graceful under the hood, the silver hair that slipped down his face was luxurious and dazzling.

But most of the ladies who were attracted by the appearance of half of his face also regained their consciousness in the face of this majestic figure.

"That's a giant! Maybe he woke up from a crack in the ground! ”

A male wanderer with a soft cloth flat hat whispered an oath.

And beside him, a lady with a small child retorted slightly.

"Giants are ugly! He's not ugly. A half-giant at best! ”

"You only see half of his face to know he's not ugly?"

"It's because of this half of his face that I dare to say that he is not ugly!"

The sound of people was like the fluttering wings of mosquitoes around the ears, and most of them revolved around the most conspicuous person on the ship.

In the crowd of ordinary people, Lan En was rising from the front chest position, and was standing abruptly out of a sea of hats and hair.

After getting the news from the bartender Gattisse that war had broken out, Lane did get nervous for a moment.

He had a good relationship with Ciri, Queen Caranther had asked him for help, and Geralt had become his friend.

This group of people had a close relationship with the war, and he couldn't help but worry.

But as time passed, he also regained his composure.

First of all, Gatis is just a bartender in a village on the outskirts of Virgin, and the news he gets must not be first-hand, and there must be a lot of errors and embellishments.

Maybe it's not that bad?

Lane hopes that this conjecture will be correct.

Secondly, Lan En can be regarded as a person who has experienced many big scenes.

Before doing things, you must calm down before you can grasp the context of follow-up actions. This is his experience.

After a long voyage, the river passenger ship finally arrived at a stop in Willen, which was not far from Goss Willen.

Lane led the Popai out of the center of the deck of the passenger ship, the once tall and mighty Codwin Blooded Horse, now compared to a small donkey in front of him.

There is a nearby village called Hillendum, or rather, it's just a farm.

Run by a halfling family. The Hofmeier family set up their farm here specifically to supply Goth Willen.

Lann led Popai to the farm, knocked on the door of the Hofmeier family, and rented them a horse and something to pull the cart.

He was going to carry himself with two horse-drawn carts so that the horses could withstand it.

"Your Excellency?"

The door opened, and Lan En's head had to be lowered from a lower angle than he used to look at ordinary people in order to communicate with this person.

Halflings are similar in height to dwarves, but they do not have bushy beards or well-developed muscles, but the soles of their feet are surprisingly large, and they are so strong that they don't need to wear shoes, and they have a lot of body hair on the instep and back of their hands.

The halfling who was questioned was Bernie Hofmeer, the farmer of the farm. He had one hand hidden behind the door during the questioning, and judging by his posture, Lane felt that hand should be holding a throwing knife or dagger.

Halflings are naturally proficient in throwing, and there is nothing to say about using this weapon.

But this vigilance may be due to the fact that Wiren is closer to the war, and the people here are more nervous.

But the mood eased when Lan took off his hood to show his face, and first pulled out the golden Oren coin.

Troublemakers come to steal things, not pay for them.

"According to me," for the sake of Orencoin's face, the farmer who listened to the witcher's lease request simply crossed his back. "Why don't you just go with my son, Witcher."

"We're just about to make a delivery to Goth Willen, you can merge your horses into our wagon."

The son of the halfling farmer was Aldous Hofmeer, and he was much more cheerful and lively than his father, with thick curly hair, like the curls of a sheep.

Along the way, he was clearly excited to be able to chat with the witcher.

I asked, 'Do you really know magic?' ''Can you show your hands?'' ' words.

"You're definitely going to Sunaid, I've heard that even a stone on that island has been enchanted! Is this true? Also, can warlocks really call the wind and rain and catch lightning? ”

The young halfling asked incessantly, and the witcher answered him without a word.

"You don't seem too nervous, Aldous?"

Lane asked as he sat down on bundles of carrots and turnips, turning to the young halfling.

"The war has begun, don't you know? Just south of Sintra. ”

"I know." Aldous said in a relaxed tone.

"But it's not a pleasure in suffering! Willen is already like this, even if it is a war, who can send a large army for this large rotten swamp? ”

"There's no need. Willen is already in this mess, how bad can it be? ”

The young halfling said.

He only thinks that the hardships of begging for life are the first and most difficult things in this world.

But Lan En knows in his heart that the horror and uncontrollability of war can always be far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

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Halfway through the gates of Goth Willen, Lane got out of the carriage. This is where the magic boat Margarita gave him is moored.

"Let's be more careful in the future, be careful, Aldous."

After getting out of the car, Lan untied the frame from Popai's body and waved at the young halfling.

Aldous shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, and the whip in his hand 'snapped' into the air, causing the pack horse to move forward.

"Come on, don't talk like my dad, it's so scary."

He scratched his thick curls, smiled at Lan and waved goodbye, and walked towards the city gate.

Rann shook his head, placed Popai in the fisherman's stable, untied the rope from the small dock himself, and rowed the magic boat out to sea.

Magic sets the course of the boat, and the witcher's vigorous paddle keeps the boat moving forward in the rough sea.

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