It seems that the flannel ball in mid-air is unavoidable.

Ciri thought so too, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but smile happily at this time.

But it's a pity that the flannel ball is just teasing children.

The flannel ball, which had nowhere to borrow power in the air, suddenly became light and fluttering at this time.

It's like suddenly blowing up your black, white, and orange hairs in mid-air, and then turning into a big dandelion.

The solid cat becomes a 'dandelion', and of course it will look light and fluttering, and it will not fall to the ground.

Ciri's wooden sword, which was supposed to hit the flannel ball sideways at his waist in mid-air, swung straight under the flannel ball's small claws because of this change in 'texture'.

And the three-flowered cat didn't just focus on dodging.

Its front paws gripped the small wooden sword, a little on the wooden sword that Ciri swung sideways.

After obtaining a simple borrowing point, the cat's flexible waist twisted.

Its furry tail took advantage of this 'hula' and swept over Ciri's face.

The little girl 'oops', and her eyes, which were originally wide with excitement, happened to be shaved by the cat hair on the tail of the flannel ball.

In the midst of the pain, the little girl unexpectedly let go of the sword for a moment, covered her eyes and hurriedly retreated.

Then, with the squeak of the plank, Ciri staggered and fell.

One man and one cat were still beaten on the planks that Ciri had trained before.

After Ciri fell, the flannel ball hurried to the edge of the plank to look down.

This plank is also two or three meters above the ground, and in the case of falling without protection, bad luck is enough to kill people.

What's more, a few days ago, Rann had just removed the straw pile under the planks.

And when the flannel ball grabbed the rope that hung the plank, he looked down from the side, and suddenly smoothed his beard with his paws as if nothing happened, and scratched his ears again.

Under the plank, Ciri, who was covering her eyes, was also like a flannel ball just now.

In the middle of the fall, it suddenly seemed to change a 'texture', and it was as if it had gained a lot of buoyancy in the air out of thin air.

Although it is still falling, the speed of the fall can already be reflected.

There was a soft 'click', and Ciri in mid-air used the strength of his waist to complete the turn, and finally the little leather boots took the lead in stepping on the ground. Flutter down safely.

"You can't do that."

Still tugging at the rope that lifted the plank, the flannel ball said to Ciri below.

"How can you lose your weapon in battle because of the pain, meow?"

"But it was so sudden! It's not fair either! I don't have a tail! ”

Ciri was still rubbing her eyes, and it seemed that the tail blow of the flannel ball just now made her hurt and itchy.

"But if you really want to work like a witcher, then in the future, you will not only face monsters with long tails, but also tomb witches with tongues sticking out of their tongues and poisonous tombs, as well as Angled and crab spiders with their own armor."

Lan En, who was outside the court, said lightly inside.

"What? When faced with these things, you want to throw away the sword in your hand just because your eyes hurt and itchy, and you haven't even lost your sight? ”

Lane's tone was not heavy, so Ciri didn't feel like she was being scolded as if she had been trained under Lambert.

So she just wiped her eyes again, stuck out her tongue at Lan, and then picked up the wooden sword that the flannel ball had kicked down, and crawled back towards the hanging plank.

[Light Body Breathing Technique], Lan En also taught Flannel Ball and Ciri at the same time.

But after all, the ninjas' skills are much more twisted and twisted than the samurai's swordsmanship, so the flannel ball and Ciri can only be used for a short time at critical moments like now.

However, this is not a small increase in their mobility.

The sparring between the flannel ball and Ciri is more like a guide, and after that, it will practice for itself.

Belengar has made a nice weapon for the flannel ball.

A silver-plated Valyrian steel kitten sword, and an all-Valyrian steel kitten sword faintly flashed with blue electricity.

The appearance of these two swords is clearly a reference to the Witcher's gear.

When it is carried on the back of a flannel ball, it looks like a kitten witcher.

However, when Belengar handed over the equipment to the flannel ball, his face was obviously not very good-looking.

He also muttered: "It's a waste and it's wrong. Next time, definitely." Messy words.

Lan En felt that some materials from the unicorn should be used on the steel sword of the flannel ball.

It should be the technique of the craftsman who wants to explore the monster world.

It's just that the results don't seem to be ideal.

This is normal, after all, the conditions on the other side are unique, and they have studied it for so many years, if they are easily seen through by Belengar, the gold content is too low.

However, if there is a chance in the future, maybe you can take Belengar to see it together.

With his level of forging, maybe he can open up some technology in the monster world?

After all, even the head of the second phase of the New World Investigation Group admired Belengar's craftsmanship.

On the wall of Kelmohan on the edge of the training ground, there was also a 'clanging' sound.

It was Geralt and Lambert sparring.

After Lambert got his new sword, he looked like he had no place to go.

Three days to find Geralt to fight against each other, thanks to the demon hunters, to say the least, they are all old swordsmen who have been practicing for decades, and their subordinates are measured.

Otherwise, with such frequent sword fights, even if it is a fight, it should be due to an accident.

Berengar, along with Viselmir, leaned against the brick wall and watched nonchalantly.

One of them has long lost interest in sword fighting, and they have all substantially retired. The other is because of his deep experience, although he is happy to have two good swords, it is not enough to make his mood fluctuate too much.

Seeing Lann walking in this direction, Belengar raised his hand and waved, and Viselmir opened his mouth to greet him.

"Come here, kid."

The three of them got together.

"When are you going to go?"

As soon as Viselmir spoke, Rann raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"You see that?"

"Or else? I've seen the look you look on now, Lan. I've seen it many times. ”

Viselmir crossed his hands on his hips and said softly.

"Those warlocks have made discoveries and progress in their research, and they have exactly the same expressions as you. The eyes are getting brighter and brighter, and the mind wanders often, as if they are constantly thinking when they walk. Looks like you've learned a lot in the basement. ”

"That's what you've been like for the past two days."

"The knowledge in the basement was really rewarding." Lan En was blunt.

"I can't wait to start the experiment now, but although the environment is very good and quiet, it is not convenient to use the alchemy equipment after all."

(End of chapter)