"You let a little girl run the killer road?"

Belengar's eyes widened as he looked at Geralt.

And Geralt is not weak-hearted.

"She's the same age when we're running on the killer road, isn't she?"

Geralt leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs onto the table, sipping the aged Nilfgaard limoncello in his hand.

"And Viselmir was watching her, and Lambert was out hunting, safe. She's not a porcelain doll that shatters at the touch of a button, remember how the scar on her face came about? ”

"Now she's the age to learn something, there's nothing else to teach her in the witcher's castle, but we don't want to waste her, so at least teach her some means to protect herself in this cruel world."

Rann and Berengar nodded silently.

The ability of people to learn is gradually declining, even for long-lived reformers like witchers.

When you are young, you should learn more things, otherwise it will be a problem to even develop your intelligence.

The uneducated grow up in a mess, and that's the case with most of the civilians in this world.

When communicating with others, the words are incoherent, the logic is confused, and the mood swings are large and abrupt. When he first came to this world, Rann even found it difficult to communicate with them.

'Education' is a luxury in this day and age.

Although the knowledge of the witcher is a bit 'biased', in terms of height, it is a knowledge system established by a few outstanding warlocks hundreds of years ago.

It is estimated that only the tutors specially hired by the big nobles and big businessmen for their descendants, or places like Oxenford University, can straighten their backs and say 'they are stronger'.

"I didn't expect to know that in order to take care of Ciri, you must leave someone to stay in Kellmohan. But I didn't expect you to leave three people? ”

Lambert was a name that Lane had never heard. But it should also be a member of the wolf school.

"What's the matter, now that I'm a full-time wet nurse, I don't go out to earn money?"

Lane nodded at Geralt with his glass, a teasing tone.

"We're not the kind of school that is ruthless to our fellow humans, Lanne."

Geralt immediately chuckled and stabbed back with the 'Wolf School Characteristic Irony'.

He also knew that Lan En had no feelings for his school, so he was open-mouthed.

And after laughing, his tone became solemn.

"I came back with Ciri, and I said it was my 'destiny,' and then my guys didn't have a second word."

"They know who Heri is, but no one cares. Eskel took the initiative to go out to earn money, and he knew how much effort it would take to raise this little girl in Kylemohan, and he had to be watched at all times so that she would not be captured by griffons and vampires in the mountains. ”

"So now we take turns going out to find work to do, and the money we earn is used to feed the people in Kyrmohan, and Eskel is the first to go out."

Lan didn't speak, but Belengal's eyes were full of memories.

It seems that in this school castle that I wanted to escape from in the early years, I remembered some warmth that was buried in the depths of my memory.

"I can lend you some money for emergencies."

Belengar's fingers touched the rim of the glass, and he lowered his head.

"It's okay to pay any time, and my current savings look a little scary. Raising a little girl, a child of destiny, is not a big expense. ”

Geralt shook his head.

"Excuse me, Master Belengal. To be honest, the two of us don't know each other, and we haven't even met each other. Maybe Viselmir can talk to you? ”

"But I can't accept your loan, after all, although we are tired now, we can still hold on. If the job is not good, even if you go to the dock to work as a laborer, can you still not support a little girl? ”

Originally, Geralt's words were very truthful and sincere, and there was nothing to blame.

But the point was that he finally said, 'Go to the docks as a laborer,' and as soon as he said this, Lan almost choked the wine in his mouth.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Geralt looked strangely at Lan who was choking on his drink, apparently he didn't know he had said the wrong thing.

And sure enough, Belengar, who was full of emotion just now, immediately turned expressionless.

"Oh, then hold on."

The rapid change in attitude left Geralt dumbfounded.

"Ahem, then you guys came here this time. Last time, I said yes, let's take a look at those materials? ”

Although he didn't know how he said the wrong thing, Geralt was also a witcher who had been mixed up for decades, so he easily changed the subject.

So Lan En picked up the conversation and told him about the current situation outside.

"Hmph, I'm famous but I want to hide in turn, it's the first time I've seen you."

The white wolf said in a relaxed tone.

"But just the things you do deserve those stories, don't they?"

Lan En shook his head disdainfully: "Then do you remember those people you have seen, who are famous but did not hide, but enjoyed them generously, what happened in your memory in the end?" ”

The white wolf really rolled his eyes to the side, and said after recalling for a while.

"Well, they're all dead. Killed by countless challengers, or ruined. ”

"So," Lan said, spreading his hands, and didn't continue.

It was still early, and Geralt picked up a large piece of cheese from the kitchen behind the fireplace and ate it as an accompaniment.

During this time, Rann chatted about his story in the monster world, and Geralt talked about Ciri's life after he arrived.

Berengar was more concerned, and when Geralt brought back the two Valyrian steel swords, Viselmir saw what he said.

The group chatted until it was getting dark.

Hah! The deer head spirit that has been strengthened to that point, don't say you've seen it, I don't want to hear about this thing. ”

"Antiquity! Ancient deer heads. ”

Lane seriously corrected Geralt's name, which obviously lowered the gold content of the young man's record, and he couldn't bear it.

"Okay, ancient deer head spirit. You say it left an unfound totem there? Oh, I wish I hadn't gotten caught up in their random teleportation the next time I took on a job like this. ”

Geralt smiled gloatingly.

At his professional age, he will no longer be obsessed with whether his record is good or not, and whether he is prestigious.

The main thing is to look at the cost performance.

He wished that all his missions would be against a bunch of evil ghosts, ghouls, and water ghosts, and then he would be paid for griffons and petrified chickens and snakes.

Ran's experience seemed unfortunate to him.

And at this moment, there was also movement outside the door of the main building of the castle.

"There's an extra horse in the stable, and I bet there's a guy coming in, and it's a purebred Kodwin warhorse. It's not bad compared to Eskel's scorpion. ”

A relatively young male voice said this.

"Which poor homeless witcher, the compassionate Viselmir, have you invited?"

And the oldest known witcher that Lenn knew responded to the relatively young voice.

"Can't you be honest when you talk to me? Didn't you smoke enough during training, Lambert? ”

"As I said, I haven't invited anyone lately, I have to watch Ciri, I don't have time to go out."

"I testify!" The little girl's voice was weak and tired. But the mood is quite excited.

"Okay~ You testify." Lambert learned to speak to Ciri in a strange voice.

Although Lan En had never met Lambert, Lan always felt that his tone seemed to carry a mockery and sarcasm all the time.

"I just want to say, I'll just hit this goat, and if I don't have enough to eat, I'll let the man do it himself!"

(End of chapter)