Belengar said that if Rann tried to block the Grass Trial, he would have to go and see a group of people in person.

Lane didn't know what that meant.

Could it be that the people who are now obsessed with his power have formed a gang under the fanatical trend of thought?

Is it developing so fast?

But Belengar rode the Popai to lead the way, and said without concealment.

"If it's just idle people, then I don't think you care what they think, the key is that this group of people is not"

"Remember the Sintra knights you killed on Mount Soden?"

Belengar's words made Rann react immediately.

He remembered that battlefield, and the knights who followed him to kill and gallop on that battlefield.

The presence of Mentos makes every image in these memories vivid.

"They're around here?"

Lan En asked with a slight frown.

"I thought I'd let them disband after the war was over."

"[Ember] is a sad name, and it's not worth carrying forever. People always have to look forward. ”

Belengar gently pinched Bopai's belly, and the horse's hooves rattled on the ground.

"Okay, okay, what's the use of you telling me this?"

"Anyway, the result is: a group of only sixty people, but no one dares to mess with it, and the Knights who have approved the documents of Foltestt are stationed around Goth Willen. Sir Viselard, the Governor of Willen, didn't dare to let go of a fart, and even had to bring supplies over from time to time. ”

"Now it seems that this group of people don't listen to your orders very much."

The corners of Lan's mouth twitched.

Mentos duly helped him recall more.

Although the [Embers] on the whole, from the moment this force was formed, they respected him as a god.

But this group of knights is very different from the average fanatic. They have their own ideas.

For example, many times, Lan En asked them to relax a little, and this kind of talk would be ignored by them.

It was as if the leader of his army had suddenly become transparent, and the knights were still training on their own.

Len himself is a non-believer, so in the face of this group of knights who are fanatical about him, but will also disobey him at some point.

He didn't even know if this 'disobedience' made him happy or unhappy.

And now, apparently, these guys don't take his word for it seriously.

Lan En scratched his head helplessly.

It didn't take long for Belengar to take Lann on another path outside the city.

As we drifted away from Goth Wellen's walls, it was already part of the wild and dangerous wilderness of Willen.

The swamp beneath the grass, the black, smelly silt, these familiar things seemed to be set in stone.

"You're turning on the witcher senses?"

Lan En asked as he walked, and at the same time, a pair of vertical pupils in his eyes began to shrink.

"yes, you have to follow the trails."

Belengar controlled the Popai with the reins, skirting a meadow that looked unusual, a swamp.

"This order has also become a part of the legend, young people with high blood, warriors who want to find a future, mercenaries. A lot of people want to get involved. ”

"Actually, they're on their way from the Soden region to Temeria, and there are quite a few of them."

"But they said they wouldn't have expanded without your approval, and they rejected a lot of people. In order to avoid entanglement, they began moving into the wilderness two months ago, keeping in touch only with official channels. But for us."

Belengar turned around on horseback, pointed two fingers at Lan En's eyes, and smiled.

The traces of the movement of the brigade are always very clear in the eyes of the witchers.

Not long after, amid the renewed clamor of humans, a makeshift camp appeared in front of the two witchers and kittens.

There was no shortage of wood in the Weilen area, so many of the head-thick timber was tied in a row, sharpened on the head, and turned into a fence.

The camp is very experienced, and the highest terrain in the vicinity is chosen, so that it is completely impossible to peek inside the fence.

The two soldiers stood in the same wooden sentry positions, carrying crossbows and crossbows, complementing the melee soldiers in the doorway below.

As Berengar approached, Rann was still walking behind.

The soldier on duty stepped forward and gave a keen warning before the old witcher got too close.

"Please stop, this is the army station."

The old witcher was as good as a stream, and he stopped Popai with a smile.

"Of course, of course. I'm not going to touch your mold. ”

Then, the sound of some kind of large creature crashing into the bushes could be heard in the bushes behind him.

The soldiers on duty immediately became on alert in less than two seconds without any communication.

One of the soldiers with bows and crossbows at the sentry stood up, and the other walked to the alarm bell.

When Lan En came out of the bushes, they were stunned at first, but within a few seconds, a special crossbow arrow flew towards Lan En's feet.

Lan En tilted his head to look at the arrows of the Demon Blocking Gold.

"I—my lord?"

The soldier who had just stood up and ordered Belengar to stop was the first to react, the corners of his mouth tensed, and he blinked his reddened eyes as he approached Lanen.

"I beg your pardon, my lord. We must make sure that no despicable person has used illusion to blind you, and the present wind is sensitive. ”

Lan could hear a choking in the soldier's mouth.

"I'm sorry, sir. We lost you at the time! ”

The crossbowman on the sentry seemed to confirm it, and he immediately shouted inside, so that the camp, which had only been a uniform sound of drills, suddenly became noisy.

But the noise wasn't a sign of disorder, but rather the noise of too many people moving in unison, their armor parts colliding with each other.

And Lan En, who was still a little angry with them, had nothing to say in the soldier's choked report.

"It was just an accident on the battlefield, who can understand the magic of chaos?"

Lan En patted the soldier on the shoulder.

The gates of the camp opened, and Lincoln was the first to rush out.

This half-sized boy who always pretends to be calm has matured a little after a few months.

He still maintained the caution that was familiar to Lan En.

The eyes first glanced quickly at the crossbow arrow on the ground next to them, and after confirming that it was the real golden arrow of the Demon Blocker, they suppressed their excited gasps and approached.

"Your Excellency."

"You're doing this as if I've abandoned you."

Before he could speak, Lane raised an eyebrow and choked Lincoln back.

Familiar sounds, familiar feelings.

They hadn't seen each other for a few months, but Lincoln felt that he had been lost for a long time like a kite with a broken string.

It wasn't until Lan reappeared in front of them that the empty mood slowly disappeared.

(End of chapter)