Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1383 1355. Ciri's Letter
"Geralt."

Lan followed Berengar into his small office built inside the blacksmith's factory, greeting the acquaintances sitting in the office as he walked.

"Of course it's you, Geralt." Lann repeated his name with a meaningful and teasing smile on his face. "Besides you, which other witcher has such a complicated personality?"

This old friend still has her sickly milky white hair tied into a ponytail behind her head with a hair tie.

There was no change on his face. After all, such a short period of time was nothing compared to a demon hunter's lifespan.

I just don't know if he got injured or had any scars while working during this period.

The most prominent sign of the demon hunter's body changing over time is the scar.

Who knows what the wounds left from fighting with strange monsters would look like.

Fortunately, Lan took a quick look at Geralt and found that he only had a shallow horizontal scar near his brow bone, which looked very dangerous.

He was now wearing the advanced armor of the Wolf School, the blueprints of which he had collected one by one in the ruins near Kaer Morhen last time.

Hard leather jacket and breeches, under the jacket is a dense mixed layer of mail and cloth armor. Wide and thick dragon leather straps are hung on the shoulders of the armor, providing many hanging points for props and additional protection.

He hunted for the materials himself, and bought the ones he didn't have. Berengar gave him a 50% discount on the crafting fee, which allowed Geralt to wear this outfit.

Only after Lan took off his hood did Geralt subconsciously relax, and his hands holding a few pieces of letter paper moved from his back to the front.

"Another trip to another world? Good boy."

He laughed in his distinctive husky voice and walked closer to Lan.

Without saying much, the two of them hugged each other tacitly and patted each other on the back to say hello.

At this time, Berengar closed the door of his office, which at least reduced the clanging sound of iron hammering coming from outside.

The three of them sat down again.

"What brings you to Goth Velen?" Lan asked Geralt with interest as he sat on a bench. "Ciri is not in Kaer Morhen. I thought you should start looking for work, White Wolf."

His body in armor was no longer of normal size, so he couldn't squeeze into the chair here, so he just found a bench to sit on.

He was the only one among the three sitting on the bench.

Previously, Berengar and Lann had offered employment contracts to the witchers of the Wolf School in Gos Velen, which was actually a form of care in a sense.

After all, they had to raise a child in Kaer Morhen.

But now, Lan and Berengar don't care. Anyway, they really need witchers to provide security here.

However, the Wolf School educated by Vesemir no longer wants to trouble others or take advantage of them.

Lan and Berengar also knew this, so they called Gerd instead of continuing to call on the Wolf School's witchers to take over.

self-esteem.

This kind of thing is already very rare among the demon hunter community, but it is extremely common in the Wolf School.

All we can say is that no matter how much Lambert dislikes him, Vesemir has already had a profound impact on the three of them.

"I am indeed looking for work." Geralt took the glass of Temeria rye handed to him by Berengar and said in his low and hoarse voice.

"On the way to Gos Velen, I killed a fork-tailed dragon that was blocking the road."

"There were merchants and soldiers on that road, all in a hurry to leave, and I took the opportunity to add a little more money."

Geralt said with a calm smile.

"And you used the money to go to Goth Velen and sleep with a female demon?"

As soon as Geralt finished speaking, Lan next to him exclaimed, making the white-haired old witcher's face suddenly stiffen.

Pour out some of the rye in your glass.

"What? No, I"

Before Geralt could finish his defense, Berengar, who was sitting across the table, casually wiped a few documents that were splashed with beer, while speaking without even looking up.

"White Wolf, there are three demon hunters in this room right now."

Looking up, the old master of the Wolf School glanced at Geralt speechlessly with his cat eyes.

"Your sideburns were just shaved, and the job was pretty good. There's not a single strand of hair on your body, and your clothes still have the damp smell of a public bathroom. You took a shower right after your haircut."

"The underground bathhouse of the Silver Heron Tavern, right?"

As soon as Berengar finished speaking, Lan continued with a smile.

“There’s a hoof print on the boot. It’s on the side of the calf.” He reached out and gave Geralt’s boot a light kick. “You couldn’t have been lying on the floor in the bathhouse and a bull stepped on you?”

The young demon hunter said confidently, "It can only be that when he was taking off his clothes, his boots were kicked to the ground in a hurry and the female demon stepped on him."

"I can still smell the makeup and sulfur on you." Female night demons also use cosmetics, and because they have so many obsessed bed partners, the cosmetics they use are often very expensive.

On the other hand, female night demons are still creatures that came from another world when the celestial spheres intersected. Men who sleep with them will have a smell of sulfur on their bodies.

This smell is difficult to wash off and penetrates deep into the skin. And as the number of times I have sex with the female demon increases, it will become stronger and deeper.

With three demon hunters in the room, who wouldn't recognize what this feature is?

"Well." Geralt opened his mouth, "That female demon is really great. And she didn't ask for money."

"for free?"

Berengar paused in surprise as he was pouring wine into Lan's glass.

"She said, 'I want to experience how strong the desires of the monster hunters are, as rumored to have abnormally high hormones.' She also said, 'It might be exciting to have sex with a monster killer.' She didn't want any money."

Geralt said, shrugging as he held up his glass.

"This female demon is really brave. She dares to seek excitement from the demon hunter." Berengar shook his head and handed the glass of wine to Lan En. "If she meets someone like the Bear School, she might chop off her head on the spot."

"Bang, bang." Lan's fingers drummed on the table, complaining silently, "Hey, the Bear School is listening here. When I kill intelligent creatures, I know what I'm doing, okay!"

"You are different, that's another matter." Berengar finally poured himself a glass of Temerian rye, sat on the chair, waved his hand and said.

The most senior demon hunter present muttered to himself.

Although he now goes to the Yinlu Tavern every two or three days to find a call girl, an old man like the female night demon is still not used to the pace of the "young people".

He still felt deep down that it was a monster. This was the trend of his time, and it had become ingrained in his bones.

So after muttering to himself for a long time, Berengar was still not prepared to take care of the female night demon's desire for excitement, and he thought it would be better to be a human or a half-elf.

On the other side, Geralt turned around and looked at Lann, who was sitting on the stool, as if he wanted to crush it.

He raised the glass in his hand and asked, "What new things did you see when you went to the other world this time?"

There was a smile on his face, which was scarred and looked both weathered and calm, just like an ordinary, relaxing chat between friends.

But Lan En just held the wine glass, tilted his head and looked at him, and did not start chatting immediately.

Only when Geralt's face stiffened and his eyes dropped did the young man speak.

"Do you really want to know what new things I encountered?" Lan En asked after taking a sip of his wine.

But before Geralt could answer, he gave his own answer.

"No, you don't care about these things, White Wolf. Your mind is not here, I can see it at a glance, you are trying to change the subject."

Geralt remained silent, and Berengar also looked over at him.

"If you have something to say, you should say it. Why do you always keep it to yourself?"

Lan placed the glass in his hand on Berengar's desk and waved his hand towards his old friend.

"Take it out." Lan En urged, "Let me see who wrote you a letter that made your famous White Wolf so uneasy?"

Geralt was as dull as usual at first, but then he handed over the letter in the bag to the young man as his hand was getting closer and closer.

The letter and the envelope were stacked together. The paper felt a little fuzzy. Geralt must have read it many times.

Lan En took it in his hand and unfolded it. The handwriting was crooked and a little unfamiliar, but it was obvious that the writer was just unskilled in writing, not illiterate.

The frequent ink spots on the letter paper show the writer's irritable personality.

This is Shirley's letter.

Lan looked up at Geralt in surprise.

At first he thought that Bai Lang was having some emotional problems, like he owed something to an ex-lover or something.

And now Yennefer has rekindled their old love, and he seems quite conflicted because of the dilemma.

Why are you so fussing about Ciri's letter?

The princess of a fallen country clearly appeared to be in a very cheerful mood in the letter.

'I slept in a big room called a [dormitory], you know? My bed was monstrous.'

"Geralt, Sister Nenneke said I shouldn't write about these stupid things, because the space on the letter shouldn't be wasted. I should write about what I've learned and how I'm doing. And that I'm doing fine now, so you can rest assured."

"I am indeed doing fine, especially now that I have a new quill so I can continue writing! Sister Nenneke read this paragraph and praised me for my good grammar. But unfortunately, Sister and Yennefer still don't get along."

"I had the best time with Yunid, Katie, and Aurora II in the temple. We also went to feed turkeys together. But there was a female turkey that was very aggressive. I suspected that it might have a problem with its brain, just like what Yennefer said, a disease called [mania]. "

"That turkey attacked us! While we were feeding! I'm sure it's crazy this time! But it couldn't hurt me at all, I just used a branch! Lan taught me how to jump, I jumped higher than its wings! I hit it from top to bottom and it hurt."

(End of this chapter)