"Okay, okay."

Belengar's eyes stared blankly at the dim sky.

"A girl with the legendary blood of the ancients, the only surviving orthodox heir of the royal family of Sintra, let's not talk about the blood of the ancients whose function is not very clear, do you know what her bloodline and lineage represent?!"

"She has the claim of Queen Sintra, has the right to inherit the Skelly Islands, is Princess Brugg and Duchess Soden!"

"If all the titles she has are fulfilled, then there will be a northern country on this continent that is comparable to the four northern countries in an instant!"

And Lan En, who was on the back of the unicorn, was not very interested in this.

"But it's clear that Wild Hunt doesn't care about these claims and inheritance rights at all. They only care about the conservative estimation of the blood of the ancients, and it is also the power of the bloodline that can travel through time and space. ”

"yes." The old witcher glanced at Lan En beside him obliquely, and there was disdain in his tone.

"Compared to that, it's not outrageous that the girl wants to lock you in your room for a week. Tut-tut, how old are people this year? Beast! ”

"Don't button my hat, Belengal!"

Lan Eun defended his innocence with all his might.

"It was a 'woman' who said this, but she was twenty years old! I'm not the slightest bit interested in the little girl, thank you. ”

"And that woman shouldn't have run far by now."

Berengar didn't care about Lanne's argument, and said with a touch of his chin.

"Looking at her embarrassed appearance, she should have had a hard time, right? I can't eat enough, and my legs and feet are not good. If we go back now."

"I don't recommend it." Lan shook his head.

"Although if she's really Ciri, then I do have to blame for her. But it's a matter of time. It's too profound. We don't know what the consequences will be if we have too much contact with a 'future person'. ”

"She is the owner of this magical bloodline, and if she is not willing to ask me for more help at this time, then I can only think that even Ciri herself can only live and interact with others at will at the right time corresponding to her age."

"There are countless profound and difficult mysteries in this world, and blindly pursuing them will only lead to a lifetime of confusion."

Belengar nodded indifferently.

"Okay, anyway, that little girl doesn't like old men."

"Oh, that's hard to say." Lan En smiled.

"Didn't you notice, Belengal? The chain mail and rings she had on at the time were all Valyrian steel, and they weren't quite the same as the original. I also recognized it because of [Turbidity Current: Extinguishment]. ”

Rann pointed to the two swords on Belengar's back, the so-called 'original' Valyrian steel.

"I don't know of anyone else in the world who has been able to expand the Valyrian version of steel in a few years."

So Belengar was also circled: "You mean that I have a good relationship with that little girl?" But we haven't met yet. ”

"Time, time, who knows what's going on?"

——

After an encounter with the Wild Hunt, the rest of the journey went smoothly.

Although their speed is mainly limited by the Wave Pai, the Wave itself is also a good war horse.

So after walking on the road for nearly a month, crossing the way of land and water, they finally arrived at the northeastern corner of the territory of Kodwin.

That is, the edge of the civilized world.

They often spend the night resting in the wilderness ledges or caves, fearing that the wild hunt has some kind of supernatural tracking method that could implicate others in their encounters.

However, the peace and tranquility for a long time made the witchers understand that although wild hunts seem to be able to run in time and space, in the material world, they cannot find their own goals at will.

At least on the tracking level, they don't seem to have the Witcher profession yet.

Led by Belengal, they were able to discern their direction by the gray walls of the mountains and the snow-covered summits.

Although it is already early summer, there is still snow at high altitudes.

At the end of the forest, a wide valley stretched out in front of the witchers, and the boulders scattered in the valley spread all the way to the steep slopes on the other side. The "River of White Stones" Gwenriqu flows through the middle of the valley, foam floating between boulders and logs drifting down the river.

This is the upper part of the river, and the Gwenriqu River is nothing more than a wide stream, not too deep, and it takes little effort to wade across the river.

Even the Kirin didn't want to bother to let his hooves stand on the water, but just waded through the water.

When it reaches the heart of the Köldwin border, the river becomes a roaring moat.

The air is fresh and the sky is clear.

Compared to the rainy days in Willen, this is enough to make people feel comfortable.

After a small turn, over a dirt slope and a dense pine forest, a number of tall, ruined castle towers emerge from the distant forest.

"Kyle Mohan."

The old witcher, who hadn't been back for more than a hundred years, looked at the tower and whispered with a complicated expression.

When he was young, he endured mutations here, learned to hunt, and never wanted to escape from the fate of the demon hunters and escape from this 'demon cave'.

But by now, he has become a success, and as long as he wants, he can really become the first demon hunter in history to die of old age in a hospital bed.

And when he returned to Kylemohan at this time, he felt anger and disgust in his heart, but at the same time he was nostalgic and relieved.

In short, it is a very complicated feeling.

The flannel ball lay on Lan's shoulder, holding his little paws and looking into the distance.

In its mind, the Demon Hunter's School is the kind of place that can produce powerful warriors, and although it has been heard that it has declined, it is good to pay a respect.

Along the way, Sanhua Kitten also fought some monsters in the wild.

It behaved very well.

Although things like evil ghosts and water ghosts are ugly and disgusting, they are quite normal compared to the environment of the Miasma Valley in Velvet Ball's hometown.

Kittens appear to be cautious when taking out these monsters, which is an excellent quality.

In the process, Lan also figured out the current level of the flannel ball, and Mentos's teaching plan has been sorted out.

Just waiting to find a time to schedule.

"Let's go."

Belengar withdrew his complicated gaze and steered the wave forward.

Although the castle of the witcher is already close at hand, the road in the mountains, just because you can see it doesn't mean that you can walk it.

"Are you sure there's going to be someone in there at this point?"

Belengar was still not at ease.

"We, the Wolf School, rarely stay here except for Wo Dong. After all, it was a military castle in the first place, and it was uncomfortable to live here, and it would freeze the bones of the witchers in the morning. ”

"But no matter how uncomfortable it is, isn't there only one place for Ciri to go after being taken away by Geralt?"

Lane is optimistic.

"You also know Ciri's identity, a valuable girl like her, Geralt is not stupid, how can she be allowed to show her face outside?"

"And the Child of Destiny is staying in the castle, even if Geralt is not there, you Wolf School must have someone here to take care of her, right?"

Belengar smiled noncommittally.

"Then let's take a look."

As soon as he finished speaking, the gate of Kylemohan appeared in front of him.

(End of chapter)