"Ahh

The flannel ball on the unicorn's back sneezed a little, and its paws scratched its nose.

Then he looked up at Lan En, who was grabbing the unicorn mane with his right hand and hanging down by his left hand.

"So, Lan En just had a fight with a group of ghosts who can attack at ultra-low temperatures just now?"

With that, the kitten hung its head in frustration.

"It's a pity that this is a chance to fight with ghosts!"

Lan En gently hammered the kitten's helmet on the velvet ball head with the back of his left hand, and the kitten covered its head with a 'dang' sound.

"There's no pity, you don't even have a silver weapon, or a weapon to destroy evil spirits, what are you going to do in the face of ghosts? Run away? ”

The kitten didn't seem to think about it, so she meowed softly, and covered her helmet and froze herself.

And Beregar, who is on the back of the Popai, is even more unbelievable about many of the situations described by Rann because of his experience.

"You say they don't feel the slightest fear or retreat when they die and dissipate. Isn't that right? ”

The old witcher whispered.

"Even the demon spirits, the souls that have been tormented by the jealousy of the living, will erupt in fear when they finally dissipate. Because they are about to leave the world that has been wandering for a long time, and truly enter the world of death. ”

"Nothing escapes death, not even ghosts."

"So I think," Lan continued, making his guess. "They're not ghosts at all. Or rather, turning into a ghost is just a means. ”

Belengar looked at him puzzled, not understanding what it meant.

"When they were killed by me, they had that look that could be described as indescribable."

Lan pondered the words, trying to make his description as accurate as possible.

"It's like a pity, an accident, it's not like you're about to lose everything you have in the face of death, it's just like you've lost something that is worth cherishing, but not very precious."

A magical medieval person like Berengar may not quite understand what this state is, but Rann feels familiar.

It's a bit like a gamer who is going to face a death penalty.

"They have a clear logic and a clear purpose, and they are here to chase the blood of the ancients. It's very different from crazy ghosts and demons. ”

Then, Lan took out the blood-stained stone-like object from the alchemy leather bag.

It was a constructed creature core that had been removed from the Wild Hound.

"And this thing, the obvious result of wisdom. It takes a huge amount of wisdom and technology accumulation to finally get the finished thing. These are not things that ghosts or curses can explain. ”

"The one who has this kind of thing should at least be the state."

"And the technical thinking of this thing is actually a little familiar to me with the chill emitted by those wild hounds."

The Elven Beacon.

The chill on the core of the Wild Hound's constructed creature is too similar to the elven beacon before it was parsed and controlled by Margarita and Tishaya.

"The last elf is obviously not controlled, and the first human has no autonomous consciousness at all, a naked subordinate relationship, isn't it?"

Belengar listened to Lanne's series of analyses, and the whole person was confused when he heard it.

"Are you saying that there is a powerful country dominated by elves, and for so long years, it has been sending troops in the form of ghosts to this world to kill and plunder? Or even become part of folklore? ”

He covered his forehead, his eyes confused.

"No, no, no, you let me do it first."

"The legend of the wild hunt on the continent is too old to verify, but your inference has almost completely overturned all hypotheses so far!"

Lan didn't care.

"After all, no one has fought them before and they're still alive, and they've seen the faces under the skull masks, haven't they?"

"And their peculiar chill. After staying in that thing for a long time, it is estimated that the steel and stone will be easily frozen and broken, and no evidence or traces will be left. ”

"So I still think I'm right."

Lan En said confidently.

"The elven realm that can travel through time and space uses an incredible cold. It's really rare to encounter every time I travel with you. ”

Belengar shook his head, summing up Ran's conjecture.

But when it came to the last 'chill', he seemed to think of something.

"Israeli's prophecy?"

Belengar muttered.

But the voice was still in Lan's ears.

"Prophecy? That famous elven prophetess? What does that mean? ”

Although the status of this prophecy is simply known to all ages, Lan En is a half-way person after all.

He can't be omniscient about the many folklore and songs of this world, right?

And Berengar did not bother with Len's 'ignorance', after all, he still thinks that Len is a 'pioneer work' specially cultivated by the Bear School.

Segregated education is normal.

"You must know that the time of the sword and the axe is near, and it is the era of the wolf wind and snow. The time of hoarfrost and white light is approaching, the age of madness and contempt: Tedd Deireddh, the age of the end. The world will die in the frost and be reborn under the new sun. It was also the time when the seed sown by Hen Ichaer, the blood of the ancients, was reborn. This will not sprout, but it will burn with a flame.

Ess'tuath esse！ It's a given! Watch for signs! If you want to know what the signs are, listen to me: first, Aen Seidhe, the blood of the elves, will flood the earth......"

The old witcher calmly recounted the prophecy of the elven prophetess.

Listening to Rann is like all other famous prophecies, intimidating people with a cruel future, and then saying a lot of ambiguous words that seem to be able to be used to add credibility to them.

But what makes this prophecy so different is that it clearly points to one concept: the blood of the ancients.

Berengar reacted as well, his eyes widening as he looked at Rann and repeated the term as if asking.

"Ancient blood?"

The young witcher nodded.

The first time he heard this word was in the mouth of the Silver-Eyed Queen of the Dryants in the Great Forest of Brockleon.

And whether it's this time or that time, the noun points directly to one person - Ciri.

Berengar is a man who can be trusted, and he is a stable man by nature, living in Goth Willen, and his friendship with Erethusa ensures that he is safe from coercion.

So Rann told Berengar what he knew, about Ciri.

They were supposed to go to Kylemohan this time, and Geralt's Destiny Child would obviously be there as well, and sooner or later they would have to meet.

(End of chapter)