"Doesn't sound like a welcome outsider, Mr. Lambert."

Lann propped one elbow on the table and quipped Geralt.

Belengar pouted and commented: "There are always some thorns popping up in every issue of The Witcher. ”

The white wolf looked relaxed: "Don't call Mr. Lambert, his mouth doesn't deserve that." Just call him Lambert. ”

The door to the main hall of the castle was opened, and two tall and one short figures entered.

And as soon as the door opened, Lambert's mocking and ironic voice was heard.

"Oh yes, Lambert doesn't deserve to be called 'sir.'" I think only our famous [White Wolf] Geralt is qualified to be called 'Mister', right? ”

The witcher's senses were so extraordinary that they could hear the chatter in the room before they pushed the door in.

Lane and Belengar turned to the door at the table.

Vismere was still the same old look, wearing his stocky and sturdy hybrid armor, and rosacea seemed to be a little more serious and redder than the last time they had met.

Ciri was at the age of growing taller, and she had already grown a little taller before she was half a year younger, and her mouse-gray hair was combed into small braids.

Dressed in a full body of stitches. Or a leather jumpsuit that sticks together.

It was made to make a tailor who valued the craft scream in horror and despair. There were only a few things on her that were relatively new and fitted: knee-high boots, a belt.

There is no saber.

It's just that Lan and Belengal have compared the current Ciri with the woman they met in the Crossroads Hotel in their minds, and it is indeed the eighteenth change of the female college.

And on one side, the witcher who carried the dead goat on his head was undoubtedly Lambert.

He wears a black leather jacket with a close-fitting chain mail and cotton armor underneath it, and occasionally plates embedded in important parts.

Standard Witcher-style equipment.

He has a narrow scar on his face, and his head has been cut off, but his hairline has developed into an M-shape.

Although he looks much younger than Geralt, compared to the hairstyle, Geralt's hairline is much more optimistic than him.

There are very few witchers who don't have scars like Lane.

When facing all kinds of strange monsters, if you are not careful, you will be left with scars that are also hideous and abnormal after healing.

Geralt had several lines on his face, but they weren't usually noticeable or ugly.

However, once the potion is used, when the poison accumulates in the blood vessels, it will not only accumulate near the eye socket, but also remain on the scar.

As a result, the scar, which was not obvious, will also turn light black on the pale skin, which will be conspicuous and hideous.

"Ahh Lanne! ”

Ciri first noticed the people at the large table by the fireplace, and she let out a cheer of surprise and ran towards Lane.

Girls generally develop earlier than boys, and although Ciri is only twelve or thirteen years old, she is already about 1.5 meters tall.

But in front of Lan En's body, she still looks like a petite doll.

Rann sat taller than her, so when Ciri pounced, the young witcher simply stretched out his hand, and Ciri slammed into his arms with ease.

The two embraced briefly but warmly, and Ciri jumped happily out of his arms, his feet not touching the ground, and chattering and laughing.

Life here in Kyllmohan was very comfortable for her, she had never wanted to be a 'delicate princess' in the usual sense, and the projects that the witcher had taught her were exactly what she wanted. In addition to theoretical knowledge.

But after all, she is at an age when she craves socializing, and Kylemohan is inaccessible, on the edge of a truly civilized world.

So she would be happy to meet an acquaintance here, even if it was an acquaintance who didn't have a deep relationship with her like Lan En.

And now that it's Lan, she's even happier.

"Are you here to see me! It's amazing! ”

Ciri bounced around Lan and picked up the flannel ball that was sitting next to Lan En.

The three-flowered kitten screamed in an unexpected situation, and the four little paws instinctively scratched in mid-air.

"Did you bring me a cat? And dressed it up in armor! ”

Ciri was pleasantly surprised.

But then.

"Don't meow! Flannel balls are not doll meows! ”

“.” Ciri's laughter stopped abruptly, and she looked at the three-flowered cat in her arms in a daze.

At this time, Lanne, Geralt, and Belengar had not put down the hands raised.

"Wow! The cat has spoken! It's a monster! Uncle Vismere! It's a monster! ”

Although the flannel ball is cute, Ciri's first reaction after experiencing the Witcher's education is to let go immediately and run to the side.

I have to say that this kind of reaction is something that many ordinary people can't do when facing strange monsters.

But Viselmir is an old witcher who has seen countless storms and waves.

He patted Ciri on the head, then smiled at Lane.

"I didn't expect you to look like this now, Lann."

The oldest known witcher looked up and down at Ran, who had stood up to greet him, the last time they met, Lenn was nowhere near taller than a human.

But Viselmir still welcomed him as the owner of the castle.

"Welcome, Lanne. It seems that during this time, you have experienced a lot of interesting things again. ”

He looked at the flannel balls that had fallen from Ciri's arms and were arranging his helmet.

"And this kitten, you're welcome too."

"Thank you, meow!"

The flannel ball thanked him politely, which surprised the few people who had just come in.

Then, Viselmir's eyes turned to the other old witcher who had turned his head away and drank to himself.

"It's been a long time since we've seen each other, Belengar. Your current craftsmanship is so good, and it is no longer at the level where you can fight a sword and break it with two swings. ”

Viselmir stepped forward and patted Belengar on the shoulder, his tone soft and softened.

"How does it feel to be home?"

As soon as Viselmir's hand landed, Lane visibly saw Berengar's body tremble.

"No, it's not my home, it's just a place with horrible memories."

Belengar said coldly.

Lambert had just put the goats on the ground, and when he heard this, he didn't even straighten up his waist before he loudly agreed.

"Hah! That's right! It's a shitty place. ”

But Viselmir and Belengar ignored him.

After a moment of silence, Belengar handed the glass to Viselmir, who was standing beside him.

In the conversation between the two old men, there was only the crackling of firewood burning in the huge fireplace next to them.

"Only this glass of wine is not bad."

Viselmir looked at the old man in front of him, suddenly smiled, took the wine glass and drank it dry.

"You've found my cask of Nilfgaard limoncello, but it's not good enough, I changed the vintage on that cask."

Under Geralt's glazed gaze, Viselmir said lightly.

"Do you really think I'm going to be seen through by a little bunny like Geralt? Hahaha! ”

(End of chapter)