After explaining the most important things, this simple meal was eaten easily.

Lambert didn't seem to deal with Viselmir, or his mouth that habitually spewed out mocking, sarcastic tones.

Only, even so, he still stayed at ease in this castle.

It makes Lan En feel that he is a bit like the most annoying little brother in the family, although he is annoying, but the family is still family.

Ciri was well trained during this time.

She now ingests small amounts of the cave fungus that the witcher had eaten before his mutation, as well as a special herbal juice.

These can really make the girl fit and make her muscles strong. Herbs, on the other hand, ensure an ideal metabolic rate and accelerate development.

But Lann is skeptical of this seemingly beneficial and harmless thing because of his biological knowledge.

It's not that there is a problem with the Wolf School herbs, which have the most systematic knowledge inheritance, but that they are really suitable for use on Ciri.

"These things are really good, but with the high-intensity training of the witcher, I'm afraid it will make the musculature in her body grow abnormally, and eventually."

Lan En spoke as vaguely as he could at the dinner table.

"Even if you don't have the will to make her more deeply transformed, some of her maternal traits may be trained to destroy them to the point of deformity and stop developing."

"If she does get to that point, she may blame you in the future, understand?"

Lambert looked Ciri's small body up and down with a ghostly look.

"What did you say?"

Immediately Geralt smashed a piece of bread and hit the door of the head.

"Show me where!"

In the face of Geralt's reprimand, Lambert shrank his head in embarrassment.

"It's not. Are you a pedophile when I am a son of a bitch? I'm not one of those maggots in a dung pit! ”

And Lan En looked at the embarrassed and shocked expressions of this group of big men, and he himself was shocked.

"You haven't thought about it?"

Ran's eyes first looked at Geralt, and he could see fear, regret, and confusion from the white wolf's face. In short, a concerned and chaotic expression.

Then he turned to Viselmir and Lambert, both of whom had expressions of shame and fear.

Ciri sat next to the flannel ball, looking at everyone at the dinner table for some reason.

With a 'snap', Lan En slapped his forehead violently.

"You're just going to raise a little girl like this, and so on! You don't know what 'menstrual period' means, do you? ”

Lan En's rhetorical question didn't change the expressions of the three wolf school witchers, it only made them deeper.

"Oh my mother," Lan sighed, almost muttering.

"Let me guess, when she's old, are you still going to give her a boost according to the intensity of the boy's training?"

"Spare them, Lanne." Belengar glanced at the three people next to him and said with a cold snort.

"How could the witchers know about these little girls?"

"We would only be in the bathhouse, in the hotel, or simply in the brothel, looking for women who were already physically mature to vent our energy. But they never cared about what kind of care those mature women needed to get when they grew up to this point. ”

In fact, in this day and age, it is estimated that no man who visits a brothel will know this.

"Do you have any other suggestions, Lanne?"

Geralt asked awkwardly.

And Lan En also opened his mouth, but he couldn't say one, two, three.

Because he only knows that this happens to women when they grow up, but it is not clear how to do it.

"You should have found a woman to help, Geralt."

That's all Lan can say.

"Without a woman around, you're going to break Ciri's body. I remember you didn't know a sorceress? Can you bring someone in to help? ”

Actually, if you just want to take a girl, then an ordinary woman is enough.

But Rann and Belengar know that Ciri still has ancient blood in her body that is clearly supernatural, and this bloodline is likely to grow differently from ordinary girls.

So to be on the safe side, it's best to just get a sorceress over.

As soon as the white wolf heard this, he covered his head.

"Ahh

Lambert saw the excitement again at this time, as if it was not a big deal, and shouted a name in a long voice.

"It's no longer there, white wolf! For the sake of our 'Miss Destiny', although you are still in a cold war, although the two of you hurt each other a lot last time, but you. Not! ”

Before he could finish speaking, Geralt smashed another piece of bread. Only this time, Lambert, who was not weak at all, opened his mouth and took the bread into his mouth, and said as he ate.

"But you'll have to call the sorceress now!"

"Yennefer?" Lan En also tasted the name a little, and seemed to be a little impressed.

Mentos then mobilized his database and projected an image to the subject.

The woman in the picture was full of charm, with thick and dark long hair and big waves, a mature and charming figure and face, violet pupils, and a silk neckband dotted with star-like obsidian around her neck.

"Oh, I have the impression of the name, the sorceress I rescued on Mount Sodon?"

"Wait! Ye went to Soden Mountain at that time?! ”

As Lan En suddenly realized his sigh, Geralt looked up sharply and looked at him in astonishment.

And Lan's expression was more shocked than his.

"Yennefer didn't even tell you about such a terrible thing?"

"You two won't really blow it, will you?"

So for the rest of the meal, Geralt became restless and preoccupied.

It is very much in line with Lan En's evaluation of his 'cold on the surface, but in fact, there is a lot of inner drama and sullen'.

And in the end, Viselmir even embarrassed to ask, asking Lan if he could find a sorceress, after all, he is so famous, and in the process of circulation, he has always been involved with the sorceress's Eretusa Academy.

The bards who rely on attracting attention to feed and profit have already channeled his image in the direction of 'very evocative reverie' in round after round of covers.

No way, people love to listen to this, talk more and earn more. Belonging is the choice of the market.

Lan En was equally speechless.

"One of the people I can find to help is Dean Eretusa, one is the former Dean, one of the five members of the current Wizarding Society, and the other is the Temerian Royal Magical Advisor, which one do you want?"

They're not going to want any of them.

In fact, the psychology of the group of people in the Wolf School, Lan En is also very clear.

If it's just a favor, then they owe it a favor and will pay it back in the future.

But if the help is really too great, then they will refuse.

It's a very rustic mentality.

"Well, I'll personally adjust Ciri's learning pace to make sure that her body doesn't go awry in the process and produce some changes that everyone will regret in the future."

That's all Lan could say in the end.

"But you really need to find a sorceress, I can train her, but I don't know what to do with the 'menstrual period'! At most, you know 'drink plenty of hot water'. ”

(End of chapter)