In the face of Lann's questioning, Lincoln showed a feeling that was very different from that on the battlefield at that time.

They will follow Len into battle with fanatical enthusiasm, but at the same time, they will sometimes be very autonomous and disobedient to Ranne.

"All of us believe that the body of an ordinary human being is too weak to follow your path."

Lincoln said calmly, but his young face dared to look directly into Lann's eyes.

"We need to be tougher!"

"The vast majority of the witchers are no stronger than you."

Lann crossed his hands on the desk.

"I'm special, you have followed me on the battlefield day and night, and you have lived with two other witchers for a while, you should know this very well."

"Yes, we know that." Lincoln replied without shying away.

"But that doesn't change the fact that 'witchers are tougher than the average person'. Those witchers may not even be able to beat us ordinary people in head-to-head battles, but that's only because they're not good enough. It's their own problem. ”

"And we are the best, my lord. Even if we weren't before, we're the best after following you through those things. ”

"And after we mutate, we're going to be 'better.'"

"From 'best' to 'better', believe me, the span between them is not as drastic as you think."

Lan shook his head.

"And the price is too heavy, your family bloodline will be severed, and you will endure seven days that are more painful than death, and more importantly."

Lane looked up at Lincoln, and the others outside the tent who were staring at him with burning eyes.

"The grass trial has only a 30% success rate in the most malleable children, and adults have a good achievement."

"It's not worth it."

"Some of us don't think it's worth it, but some of us think it's worth it." Lincoln said without humility or arrogance. "We don't intend to force everyone to go through the Grass Trial, and we respect everyone's decision."

"And the one who insists on the trials the most, I think you'll want to meet him."

Lincoln stepped out of the way, and a figure walked behind him into the tent.

The man walked in and got down on one knee and took off his helmet.

Lan En frowned and pursed his lips.

He recognized the man and whispered a name.

"Sir Lynn."

Stuart Lynn, son of Haxel Lynn.

"Yes, my lord."

The young man, with his brown and blonde hair, calmly responded to Lane.

Just looking at him reminded Lan of the wildfire, and the courage and sacrifice, the ferocity and ugliness of humanity in the wildfire

In that wildfire, both Lynn and his son were tormented by the Nilfgaard people in their last moments.

Hackson's scepter, from a friend who had been martyred, was used as an instrument of torture by Adar Epp D'Arcy.

He used the all-steel scepter to smash half of Stewart's ribs, the ornamental relief on the head of the scepter, and shaved off half of the young man's face.

But in the end, he survived strongly.

And before the Battle of Soden began, he was entrusted by Lann to Geralt and they were taken to the north together.

"I remember, I informed Geralt and asked him to take you to Eretusa, and the Sorceress Academy will snatch you back from the brink of death."

Ryan looked up and down at Stewart, the knight who had been cold and efficient in the refugee group, but who had ended up preparing to die with the refugees he led.

"Stand up, sir. I don't need anyone to kneel down on me. ”

"But it has nothing to do with whether you need me to kneel or not, it's just my thanks."

Stewart seems to have been infected with the 'vices' of the Knights of Ash.

He didn't immediately stand up at Lan's words, but instead tucked his helmet in his elbow and bowed his head with his other hand to his chest.

"Thank you for not letting my father's efforts and sacrifices go in vain. Nor did the wails of those who suffered dissipate on the battlefield. ”

"That's all."

After saluting, Stewart stood up to himself.

"And because of this gratitude, although I didn't follow you in that epic war. But I will still be your eternal loyalty. ”

"In the witness of all the gods, all the blessings and curses, this is my vow, my lord."

Stewart's grim expression met Ryan's.

The witcher frowned, but finally could only shake his head and sigh.

"You've endured enough, why don't you go and rest? With your story, you can live in peace and prosperity in any northern country. ”

"Whether it's enough or not, it's up to me to say it myself, my lord."

Stewart put his helmet back on, covering half of his hideous face.

"I didn't ask the sorceresses to mend this face, because I was waiting for the grass to be tested. Broken bones are stronger when they heal, and torn muscles are stronger when they grow. ”

"I've been waiting for the grass trial to make me better."

"But if you are allowed to go through the Grass Trial, whether you succeed or fail, it will make the research ethos of the Demon Hunter mutation even more serious."

Lan shook his head.

"Give it up."

Stewart is still acting without waves.

"If this is your order, then I will carry it out. But my mind doesn't change, my lord. ”

——

After re-connecting the command of the Knights of Ash, Lane left the camp.

And the knights in the camp are also beginning to pack up their things and prepare to pull out the camp.

The reason they had been hanging around Goth Willen was just to welcome their commander back as soon as possible.

Now that they have reconnected with Ranne, they are to proceed to the official castle residency given by Foltest.

The castle is located in the southernmost part of Willen, and in the southernmost part of Temeria.

But now it's not the castle that's at stake.

"Ah~~ a bunch of disobedient bastards!"

Lan En pinched his head with a headache and let out a dull grumble.

And next to him, Belengal, who had also come out of the camp, was gloating and laughing.

This group of assertive fellows, although Lan En knows that they will faithfully carry out orders, but his dedication to the tough constitution of the witchers will definitely not change.

Eighty percent of the next three days, the two ends of the two ends can save up a bunch of reports about requesting a grass trial to give themselves strength.

But what else can be done?

Can Lan En still cut them down?

In the end, I can only have a headache for myself.

And looking at the gloating Berengar beside him, the corners of Lan's mouth twitched.

Immediately, he took out a large, dark sword from the alchemy leather bag on his waist.

[Turbidity Current: Extinguished].

As soon as the sword was carried by Lan En's shoulder, the huge whistling sound of air currents made Berengar can't help but look away from this side.

At first glance, the blacksmith grandmaster was attracted by the rough and ferocious sword.

But at second glance.

"I'm Nyima! Who did you let touch my craft! Do you hear that? I'm Nyima! ”

Belengar leaned into the sword with red eyes.

A smile shifted across the witcher's face.

(End of chapter)