Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 314 313. Esna
The words that came out of the mouth of this 'Baron Bodrog' were full of madness.

"You little bastard! Do you know how tense the relationship between the Nilfgaardian Empire and its neighbors in the north is now? Ever since that damn [Lord Hunter] slaughtered Stasa like a pig, the southerners have Turned into a mad dog!"

When Mr. Baron scolded Ciri angrily, Lan En turned his head guiltily. This was purely an instinctive reaction.

But by coincidence, it happened to meet Geralt's squinting gaze, so Lann naturally turned his head in another direction.

"Foltest, that idiot! The result of not being able to turn a blind eye is like this! Kill the goodwill representatives supported by other countries in the country, so that the hawks in other countries will have an excuse to overwhelm the doves , and then the whole country rushed all the way towards the abyss of war."

"The marriage contract between you and Christine was supposed to be implemented in two years, but now it is because the southerners are getting more and more pressing, they will immediately take you over for marriage and become the bond between Cintra and Verdon."

"You were married to Verden by your grandmother in order to form an alliance! You should have been a weight to make Nilfgaard's attitude down! But now."

"Every message is scarier now than the last! The last time I heard from King Evil, he said your grandmother was ready to attack him! Who can believe that you ran out by yourself? Everyone knows Evel Who is it, even a toilet cleaner in the palace thought that Ewell was drunk and did stupid things to you, and then threw you into the pond to drown. Cough cough!"

The knight's wound on his shoulder seemed to be deeply involved, and he had difficulty breathing after a sharp reprimand.

The unrecognized [Lie Jue] hurried forward and pressed him on the bed to lie down. His biochemical knowledge enough to perform multiple surgical operations could judge the injury at a glance.

Lan En laid him down on the bed in a position that would not pressurize his breathing and wounds.

His complexion improved a lot almost instantly.

"Ah, thank you, kind sir. I feel much better."

"You're welcome, sir."

Baron Bodrog wanted to raise his hand, but as soon as he got out of the nursing posture Lane had put on him, he felt the pressure of the wound, so he let it down slumped.

"This title is over long ago, and 'Sir'? Ha!" He muttered.

"I said, even if I go back to my own territory, what is waiting for me is just a gallows. This kid ran away from my convoy, and I had to drag my personal guards into this damn forest I'm looking for someone here, and I hope that Aiweier will give me mercy after finding her. By the way, have you seen my guards? There are seven of them in total, each of them is well-equipped and athletic."

Seeing Lan En pursing his silent mouth, the baron knew that the seven guards were gone.

He sighed: "It's a pity, they are all loyal and brave servants. I was wondering if I had hired a master witcher like you who can enter the heartland of Brokleon, would things be different ?”

"He called you demon hunters." Ciri looked at Lan En by the bed with her emerald green eyes. "What do you mean by demon hunters? I heard Brian call you demon hunters before, and I thought that was what dryads call human warriors."

The baron on the bed seemed to have not communicated with humans for a long time, and at this moment he took over the conversation very naturally.

"The difference between a demon hunter and a warrior is too far, don't you know? That's right, a child of your age has never experienced our era. At that time, there were monsters all over the mountains and plains. It was not allowed for anyone not to know a demon hunter. It's not like you now, You may never meet one in your life. But it’s hard to say, now you meet three at once.”

"And you are the princess of Cintra. Have you ever heard the story about [White Wolf] lifting the curse of Princess Temeria? Master Dandelion even wrote this into a poem!"

"Even if you haven't heard the story of a demon hunter slaying demons, you should at least have heard about [Lord Hunter] from your grandmother, the 'Lioness of Cintra', who is also a demon hunter One of them. He was the one who intensified the conflict between the Nilfgaardian Empire and the north, so that you had to marry Verdon two years earlier, and then caused such a mess."

"Yes, I have heard the story of [Lord Hunter], he is Lane of Cintra."

Shirley's green pupils were fixed on Lan En's eyes, and there was an imaginary whisper in his mouth.

"But my grandmother doesn't loathe and fear him like you do. She says the witcher who dares to come straight to the door and smash Stesa's evil deeds with his head is a hero! Cintra is rare A hero who can be recognized!"

"Yes, yes." The baron snorted coldly. "You Cintra people boast of being brave, but you are also ruthless against xenophobia. If [Lord Hunter]'s claim is not 'Cintra's', see if you will still regard him as a hero."

"In my opinion, he's not a Cintra man at all, he's just trying to sound nice."

Just as he was talking, Brian walked in from the door and just glanced at the baron, who immediately trembled for a while.

Then Brann walked straight towards Ciri, who was crouched by Geralt's legs.

"Come on, poor little one."

"Where are we going?" Ciri said sadly, "I don't want to go anywhere, I want to stay by the side of the witcher."

Geralt and Lann looked at each other helplessly, then forced a smile at Ciri.

"Brian, she's going to take you on a tour of the city, and you'll have a great time."

Ciri said slowly: "You guys are fooling me again. She didn't cover my eyes when she brought us here. No one can know about this place, and those who know about it can't go out."

The little girl lost her voice: "Is that so?"

Brann squatted down and pulled Ciri from Geralt's lap into his arms.

"No one can escape fate."

A voice came from the depths of the room, firm, full, and deep.

Brian hugged Ciri, and the three witchers followed her, bowing in that direction.

"Ms. Eisner."*4
Geralt and Vesemir already had the experience of seeing each other because they had been here a long time ago.

But Lan En is a little different. Through the Arondette on his waist, he feels somewhat similar to the lady in the lake.

While this feels faint, it is there.

Lane naturally pays tribute to a 'being' who can feel this way.

The queen of the dryads is wearing a thin and light green dress. She has a serious expression and her lips are tightly pressed, which makes people feel majestic and powerful.

Her hair was the same color as her pupils, like molten silver, similar to Lan En's hair color.

Vesemir took a step forward naturally. He was the one in the group who really wanted to talk to Eisna.

And I have met this dryad queen several times, and I think she is the most familiar one among them.

But the development of things is completely different from what the old witcher expected.

Eisina didn't put those molten silver pupils on him, instead, after going around in a circle.

"Lane of Cintra."

The unique and powerful voice spoke again, and everyone's eyes were focused on the tallest witcher.

"You have been famous for a long time. Without you at that time, all of our efforts would have become empty talk."

Everyone except Eisina and Lan En felt a little confused.

Lan En pressed the Lake Lady's sword on his waist and understood the endless words.

——Is this what Ms. Huzhong called "famous"?

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(End of this chapter)