Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 314 313. Aisna

The words coming out of the mouth of this ‘Baron Bodrog’ were full of madness.

"You little bastard! Do you know how tense the relationship between the Nilfgaard Empire and its northern neighbors is now? Ever since that damn [Hunter Lord] slaughtered Stassa like a pig, the Southerners have Turned into a mad dog!”

When Mr. Baron yelled at Ciri, Lan En turned his head away guiltily. This was purely an instinctive reaction.

But by chance, he caught Geralt's sideways gaze, so Lann naturally turned his head in another direction.

"That idiot Foltest! This is the result of not turning a blind eye! Killing the goodwill representatives supported by other countries at home will give the hawks in other countries an excuse to overwhelm the doves. , and then the whole country rushed towards the abyss of war."

"The engagement between you and Christine was supposed to be implemented in two years, but now it is because the Southerners are pressing harder and harder that they will immediately take you over to get married and become the link between the alliance between Cintra and Verdon."

"You were married to Verden by your grandmother just to form an alliance! You were supposed to be a weight that made Nilfgaard's attitude cautious! But now..."

"Now every message is more terrifying than the last one! The last time I received news from King Awell, he said that your grandmother was ready to attack him! Who can believe that you ran out on your own? Everyone knows that Awell What kind of person is he? Even a toilet cleaner in the palace thought that Aiweier did something stupid to you when he was drunk, and then threw you into the pond and drowned. Ahem!"

The wound on the knight's shoulder seemed to be quite deep, and he actually had difficulty breathing after being scolded.

[Hunter Lord], who was not recognized, quickly stepped forward and laid him down on the bed. He had enough biochemical knowledge to complete multiple surgical operations and could determine the injury at a glance.

Lan En placed him in a position on the bed that would not compress his breathing or wounds.

His complexion improved almost instantly.

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

"You're welcome, Jazz."

Baron Bodrog wanted to raise his hand, but as soon as he got out of the nursing position Lan En put him in, he felt the pressure of the wound, so he put it down slumped.

"This title has been finished a long time ago, and it's still 'Sir'? Ha!" He muttered.

"I said, even if I return to my own territory, all that will be waiting for me is the gallows. This kid ran away from my motorcade, so I had to drag my bodyguard into this damn forest. I’m looking for someone here, and I hope Aiweier can show mercy to me 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 capable."

The baron saw that Lan En pursed his lips and knew that the seven guards were gone.

He sighed: "What a shame, they are all loyal and brave servants. I wonder if things would have been different if I had hired master witchers like you who had access to the heart of Broklon." ?”

"He calls you demon hunters." Ciri's green eyes looked at Lan En beside the bed. "What does witcher mean? I heard Brian call you witcher before, and I thought it was the tree spirit's name for human warriors."

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

"There is a huge difference between a demon hunter and a warrior, don't you know? That's right. Children of your age have not experienced our era. At that time, there were monsters all over the mountains and plains, and no one was allowed not to know the demon hunter. It's not like you now, You may never meet one in your life. But it’s hard to say, now you’ve met three at once.”

"And you are the princess of Cintra. Have you heard the story about the time when the [White Wolf] lifted the curse of the Temerian princess? Master Dandelion even wrote a poem about it!"

"Even if you haven't heard the stories about demon hunters slaying demons, you should at least have heard about [Hunter Lord] from your grandmother, the 'Lioness of Sintra', who is also a demon hunter. One of them. He was the one who intensified the conflict between the Nilfgaard Empire and the North, forcing you to marry Verdon two years earlier and then cause such a mess."

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

Xili's green pupils stared closely at Lan En's eyes, and she whispered like a fantasy.

"But my grandma doesn't hate or fear him like you do. She said that the witcher who dares to come directly to the door and smash Stassa's evil deeds with his head is a hero! There are very few in Cintra. A hero who can be recognized!"

"Yes, yes." The baron snorted coldly. "You Cintra people pride themselves on being brave and xenophobic. If [Hunter Lord]'s claim is not 'Cintra's', do you think you will still regard him as a hero?"

"In my opinion, he is not from Sintra at all, he is just trying to sound good."

Just as he was talking, Brian walked in from the door and just glanced at the baron, which made the guy tremble for a while.

Then Brain walked straight towards Ciri, who was huddled next to Geralt's legs.

"Come on, poor little guy."

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

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

"Blane, she's going to take you on a tour of the city. You're going to have a lot of fun."

Xili said slowly: "You are fooling me again. She only didn't cover my eyes when she brought us here. This place cannot be known to others, and those who know it cannot leave."

The little girl lost her voice and said, "Is that so?"

Brian knelt down, took Ciri from Geralt's legs into his arms and hugged her.

"No one can escape fate."

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

Brain hugged Ciri, and the three demon hunters followed her, bowing in that direction.

"Ms. Aisna."*4

Geralt and Vesemir already had the experience of meeting each other because they had been here a long time ago.

But Lan En was a little different. Through Arondette on his waist, he felt something similar to the lady in the lake.

Although this feeling is weak, it is there.

Lan En would naturally show respect to the 'being' who could have such a feeling.

The queen of the dryads wears a thin and light green dress. Her expression is serious and her lips are pursed, making people feel majestic and powerful.

The color of her hair and pupils were the same, both like molten silver, similar to Lan En's hair color.

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

He also met the dryad queen several times and considered himself the most familiar one among them.

But the development of things was completely different from what the old demon hunter expected.

Aisna did not put her molten silver pupils on him. On the contrary, after circling around in a circle.

"Lane of Cintra."

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

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

Everyone except Aisna and Lan En felt a little confused.

Lan En pressed the Sword of the Lake Lady on his waist and understood the meaningless sentence.

——Is this what the lady in the lake called "famous"?

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