Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 993 975. Departure

The extremely difficult love affair between Geralt and Yennefer, in Lann's opinion, is that Geralt feels that as a despicable and deformed 'mutant', he is not worthy of his high social status and luxurious wealth. Sorceress.

Geralt's most profitable commission right now is to help Foltest lift the curse of the vampire bird from his daughter, Princess Yada.

Afterwards, Geralt used the reward in exchange for a small bag of gems, and wanted to give the gems to Yennefer.

But according to Lan En's estimation, that bag of gems was only Yennefer's monthly income.

After all, the cool sorceress who loves black and white clothes runs a popular magic cosmetics store in Aden.

Ladies rush to buy magic creams, hoping to regain their charm with the help of magic and let their husbands return to their big beds at home from their lovers.

Moreover, it is said to be a magic cosmetics store, but in fact it also deals in abortion and assisted pregnancy.

The former allows ladies to play with their lovers without any worries, while the latter helps nobles continue their bloodline and power.

Just listening to these business projects, one can imagine how profitable Yennefer's store is.

There is a huge difference from the demon hunters who can't make much money fighting monsters in villages, urban slums, and garbage dumps.

Geralt's sensitive heart has always made him feel awkward about this.

Lan En had teased him about this 'awkwardness' before, and now it was the Wolf School's 'revenge'.

"Haha~ Tsk."

Lan Enpi responded with a smile, and this expression made Geralt even happier.

Geralt's equipment at this time has been updated with his work in Arethusa.

A complete set of Wolf School armor blueprints collected from around Kaer Morhen were reproduced in Berengar's hands.

It was a set of middleweight armor, with the inner layer made of fine chain mail and the outer layer made of cooked leather covered with cotton armor.

The leather armor on the upper body is made into a jacket style, and the lower body is in the style of breeches. Knees, elbows, gloves, and boots are protected with steel.

A wide belt slung across the chest provides plenty of hanging points for potion bottles and alchemy bombs, making them easy to use.

At first glance, it looks like the style of a wolf school demon hunter.

It didn't take long for the waves to rise and fall under the increasingly turbulent sea wind, and the originally sunny sky began to become gloomy.

The fish-scale cloud began to descend and spread.

On the coast, the ancient trees in the land of Velen also began to sway under the dim sky, and the green branches and leaves turned into black shadows, like ghosts with teeth and claws.

After leaving Gos Velen as a commercial center, this ancient and gloomy land finally revealed its true appearance.

Velen is never gentle, it is a muddy, predatory swamp.

There may be large areas of bright, beautiful flowers and green grass growing on this swamp, but its cruel nature is just like every ghoul that emerges from the mud.

The dark sea surface once again stirred up a white wave, quickly approaching the shore.

Qilin is wearing a full set of magic horse gear and has a wrapped velvet ball on his back.

"Hello, Geralt!"

The kitten warmly greeted the witcher who had hunted monsters alongside him on the back of the Kirin that had just stopped.

Geralt had just verbally suppressed Lan En, and he was in a good mood. So he responded with that hoarse voice.

"Hello to you, Fluffy Ball. I'm glad to see you're okay."

After a brief exchange of greetings, Lan En got on Qilin's horse and ran side by side with Geralt's Carrot.

They both had flannel balls and were covered in waterproof hooded cloaks.

The gum on the outside of the cloak smelled of sawdust in the damp air.

"this is for you."

Lan En took out something from his waist and handed it to the side. The hooves of Carrot and Qilin walked on the muddy road.

It has started to rain a little bit in the sky, I believe it will get heavier soon.

Geralt turned his hood, stretched out his hand to take the thing from Lan En, and put it in front of him to look at it.

"A dagger? I have one."

Geralt has a lot of daggers and knives on his body, or in other words, every warrior has a lot of these things on his body.

Two should be inserted into the waist, one should be inserted into the boot cuff, and one may need to be hung on the thigh.

But Lan En shook his head.

"It's not for you. Don't you want to go back to Kaer Morhen? This is my gift to Ciri."

"That's it?" Geralt said sarcastically as he played with the sheathed dagger in his hand. "Although Kaer Morhen is remote and poor, we can't even afford a small dagger."

Before the words 'I can't give it' came out of Geralt's mouth, his voice suddenly stopped.

At the same time, in the shadow under the hood, the slightly shiny cat's eyes were fixed on the dagger in his hand.

It was obvious that this senior demon hunter, who had been active for decades and would continue to be active in the future, felt something was wrong with his body.

"what's the situation?"

Geralt pressed his leather-gloved fingers into the stubble on his chin.

There should have been a small opening there, three millimeters long. It's like popping a pimple to make it bleed.

It was in an elf tomb. When Geralt was avoiding the teleportation slash of the demon spirit, although he avoided the rusty blade of the demon spirit, he was hit by the small gravel smashed by the sword blade and hit his face. Hang out.

There were so many large and small, inconspicuous or inconspicuous wounds on the witcher's body. If Geralt hadn't been unable to shave this morning because of this small cut, he wouldn't even have remembered that he was injured here.

But from the time he got the dagger and talked to Lan En, the wound was gone in less than three minutes.

"The specialties I brought out from the last meeting of the heaven and earth."

Lan En held the brim of his hood and spoke calmly.

"This dagger was forged using a sacred gemstone, which can bring continuous healing power to the holder. It's not strong, you have felt it just now."

"There is also a sword skill above, if Xili is smart enough"

Lan En turned around and thought about it, then said with a smile.

"Ha, she has always been smart enough."

"This is too expensive, Lan En." Geralt said with a slight frown, wanting to shirk it.

He has never been very good at accepting other people's kindness, otherwise he would have followed Yennefer to enjoy it.

But Lan En's words easily blocked him.

"If it's not valuable enough, I'd be embarrassed to give it away."

"You think I have the right to know Shiri's current condition, then I also think that I need to take care of her."

Geralt pursed his lips, and finally put the parrying dagger back into his cloak.

"I accepted it for her. When the time comes, I will hand it over myself."

Lan En nodded to him under his hood and said nothing more.

In fact, Lan En was not worried that the blocking dagger would not reach Ciri's hands due to some accident.

After all, he had already seen the adult Ciri with this thing on her waist.

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The roads in Willen were as muddy and rugged as ever. Even on rainy days, it was difficult to distinguish the fields from the roads.

On both sides of the road, from time to time you can still see broken and decaying wooden frames, small carts, and tarpaulin carriages without the bones of the horses.

Fortunately, there are no human bones or traces next to these traces.

Lan En and Geralt can only hope that the owners of these frame wreckage are indeed sober enough to make a wise choice between the value of the goods and their own lives.

The rain stopped for a while, and the only thing that remained unchanged was the heavy dark clouds in the sky.

Fortunately, as witchers, Lann and Geralt are accustomed to the humid climate of this land.

As residents of the New World, Velvet Ball and Qilin are very tolerant of the natural environment.

"Wait, this doesn't seem to be the way to Novigrad."

After walking on Willen's road for a while, Geralt realized that the direction was not quite right.

The road conditions in Willen are very poor, and from time to time there are swamps hidden under the grass that looks walkable, so detours and loops are normal.

"Yes." Lan En held the brim of his hat in the drizzle and turned back to answer.

"Brother, I'm almost bankrupt. Why don't you let me find funds to save my assets first? I can't wait too long if the capital chain is broken."

"Looking for funds?"

Geralt was stunned.

Lan En's current situation is actually very optimistic from a financial perspective. There are many people around him who can take out a lot of cash and give it to him.

Aretusa and Siledon's hometown bank, even if they opened the door to Berengar, Oren would get thirty-two thousand dollars just by saying it.

The Valyrian Steel business is really too profitable.

But if Lan En doesn't want to speak to others in this situation, then Geralt doesn't really want to have the remaining options.

"You mean you still have spare funds? Are you kidding me?!"

Geralt exclaimed in disbelief. Lan En's previous property was already something that all witchers couldn't believe. But this guy actually still has a spare fund?

Since Lan En was not going to talk to anyone else, it meant that what he was looking for this time was still his money.

The young witcher shrugged.

"I blame me for not telling you everything beforehand. Your schedule shouldn't be urgent, right?"

"Not in a hurry, but not in a hurry." Geralt shook his head under the hood, as if he couldn't figure out how a demon hunter like Lan En could appear.

"First tell me where you are going?"

"In the south of Velen." Lan En sat on Qilin's back, raised his arm under the cloak, and pointed in the opposite direction to Novigrad.

"There is a castle there. Although the main structure of the castle is still there, the construction time is estimated to date back to the Dagger War in the 11th century. It is an old house."

"An old castle?" Geralt was still confused. "What does that have to do with you? Did you bury a box of Oren coins there?"

"Tsk, Geralt, Geralt."

Under the hood, Lan En repeated his friend's name in a tone of emotion or sarcasm.