Lan En began to unravel the magic rune cloth and horse armor on the unicorn's body.

The chest badges of the three witchers present all began to tremble slightly.

"You've got all these things for a horse?"

Geralt asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Although I know that you are quite wealthy, and this horse does look too tall and strong to speak. But. Tsk tsk. ”

His mature, hoarse voice is easy to feel sarcastic when saying such things.

Lan En felt that this guy must have eaten a lot of deflated mouths before and offended many people.

And under the rune cloth that was full of drape and had not been completely removed, the unicorn red crystal eyes stared at Geralt, who was clasping his hands on his chest in front of him, and was judging it.

With a "whoop", the unicorn snorted, and a tiny blue arc of lightning exploded from its fur.

Lan, who was unloading its equipment, blew up with silver hair.

"Hey! We're all right! Control! ”

Lan En slapped Kirin's ass with a 'snap' and shouted complainingly.

"I don't have rune cloth here to help me stop me!"

Kirin then shook his head, and chose not to look at Geralt unhappily.

And when Lan En removed all the equipment from the unicorn's body, leaving only the magic leg ring, Geralt saw the whole picture of this ancient dragon for the first time.

"For smallpox's sake."

The white wolf no longer has the momentum to hold his hands on his chest and judge his head.

His mouth opened uncontrollably, and his eyes widened as well, as did his usually calm and steady eyes.

"Unicorns? Alive?! ”

The horns on the unicorn's head have finally grown up during this period of travel.

The spiral-shaped horns are an energy-rich blue-purple color, like a brilliant energy crystal.

"That's not how the book is drawn?"

"Because it's not a unicorn."

Lan said to a bewildered Geralt as he patted Kirin's flank.

The unicorn immediately hissed, happily flirted its hooves, and ran towards the walls of Kelmohan.

And in three or two spurts he jumped up the wall perpendicular to the ground, and then jumped straight down the castle and went towards the hill to play.

"Aren't you going to have fun?"

Lan En asked, leaning over and looking around at the flannel ball that had jumped off the unicorn's back and stood on the ground and looked around.

And the flannel ball smashed its mouth and straightened its kitten helmet.

"It's not fun to be with Kirin, I can't wait to train Meow now!"

Is it so motivating?

Flannel Ball's conscious and hard-working words made Lan En despise Qilin a little more in his heart.

It feels like this ancient dragon will not be able to kill Elu Cat sooner or later.

Geralt, on the other hand, pinched his chin and looked at the flannel ball that spoke, stood and moved like a human.

At this time, his high acceptance of gods and ghosts, which he often faced as a demon hunter, also came into play.

"Looks like you've had a lot of interesting things happen after that war?"

Lan En stuffed the dismantled magical equipment from the unicorn into his alchemy leather bag, clapped his hands, and said in a relaxed tone.

"Then we have a chat, and now, you can start entertaining the guests."

"I was invited by Viselmir in the first place, and I have been sleeping in the open on the road, you know what I mean, right?"

Geralt laughed and shook his shoulders.

"Of course, of course. I happen to know that Viselmir has a barrel of Nilfgaard limoncello, which is from 1237. ”

——

In the hall on the first floor of the main building of Kylemohan, a large wooden table sits next to the fireplace.

The entire hall on the first floor is empty and cluttered.

The high castle dome and the cracked marble on the floor tell the story of how the castle once looked brightly lit.

And now, whispering a word can bring out a lonely echo.

The few remaining witchers are obviously not very particular, or they have no leisure to pay attention to it.

Alchemical equipment, large wooden chests for storage, storage jars for monster organs, and even a disemboweled, disemboweled, corpse of an insectoid creature the size of a medium-sized canine.

The social structure of this monster is similar to that of ants and bee colonies, and it is a species that invaded from the ancient period of the intersection of the celestial spheres, and it is very destructive to the natural ecology.

And because the body of this monster is so poisonous, that scholars among ordinary people believe that it cannot be anatomically studied.

However, for the witcher, having a bottle of [White Honey] at hand is considered to be the completion of the preparations.

And judging from the corpse of this Qiqimo, it is obvious that this skillful technique is not the first time to dissect.

Geralt added wood to the fireplace in the hall.

The size of the stove matches that of the hall, and it is nearly five meters long, deep enough to burn a large tree trunk directly inside.

"If it weren't for such a big stove, even the witchers in this hall wouldn't be able to survive in the winter. It's too cold in the mountains. And it's getting colder and colder over the decades. ”

Geralt ordered the fire, and the smoke from the firewood would be discharged from the roof along the castle's flue.

In the warm light of the fire, three witchers and a three-flowered kitten sat down at the edge of the large wooden table.

Geralt turned out Viselmir's wine cache, stuck a tap into the barrel, and poured it for several people.

"Yours, kitten."

"Thanks, meow, but I don't drink." The little paw of the three-flowered cat was raised and waved. "A good soldier should be sober at all times!"

"Oh, whatever you want. Anyway, the good fighters I've ever met love this one. ”

Geralt sat down with a cup, he was wearing only a white linen shirt today, breeches and boots on his legs.

"You don't look cold."

Lan took a sip of his cup and said.

Belengar next to him didn't drink, but turned his head from side to side with a complicated expression, looking at the hall.

"yes, it's early summer, and I'm comfortable with this temperature." Geralt nodded indifferently. "But Ciri can't, she's young. The cold in the mountains is too heavy, this stove is lit for her, and you can bake it on the fire when you come over. ”

"Okay~" Lan En dragged out his voice and raised the cup in his hand, "Jing Xiri." ”

The remaining two witchers were very embarrassed, and they smiled together and raised their glasses.

The flannel ball looked left and right blankly, then took off the strap kettle from his shoulder, and also touched it with a 'meow'.

After the first round of drinking, the atmosphere was completely warm.

There was not so much estrangement and sadness in Belengar's eyes, and he began to stretch and relax, in this hall that he knew and had not seen for a long time.

"Speaking of Ciri, where is she running now?"

Lan En seemed to mention it unintentionally, and Geralt didn't hide it.

"She's running the 'killer road' outside."

(End of chapter)