"Aha, what a pity. I heard that Vanier of Brugge's court is a great beauty."
Brugge, like Verdon, is adjacent to the Brogue Leon Palace. forest country. Geralt and Lan were riding horses on the road outside the forest.
I don’t know why, the cream-white-haired witcher’s tone was a little sarcastic, but there was also a little bit of jealousy in the sarcasm
“It’s always like this Geralt, you’ve been I've been feeling weird ever since I found out about my partnership with Aretuza. I'm their long-term witcher, and I'm here to do the work, but I don't have to sleep with every witch in the academy."
< p>Lan En looked at the senior next to him suspiciously."I said you are so sensitive. Could it be that you have been hurt by a witch?"
At this point, the young man judged decisively from the senior's face that he should end this topic. .
Geralt's face now looks as stinky as the shit of his horse named Carrot.
Lan En was anxious to make amends, so he thought of teasing the seniors.
“Hey Geralt, there is nothing good about witches. Witchers live a free life, but witches are more respected in society, have more money, are more beautiful, and have stronger magic power. "Um"
After talking for a long time, Lan En found that Geralt's face was getting more and more ugly, and then the young man himself was stuck in his words.
"Just do me a favor, Lan." Geralt's voice sounded like he was gritting his teeth and squeezing out from between his teeth. "Can we run quietly for a while?"
"You have the final say, boss."
The young man who knew that he had broken the guard immediately got off the donkey along the slope.
Geralt is the kind of person who looks cold-faced and tough on the outside, but in his heart, he is a bit fragile and sensitive.
Based on the old demon hunter’s expression just now, Lan En judged that this guy had probably suffered emotional trauma from the sorceress.
And the reason for this injury is probably because his pride was stung when he was dating the sorceress.
Demon hunters are a group of people who are discriminated against. Lan En doesn’t feel much about it because he has only been a witcher for a few months and then he became famous.
The farmers despised him and would not take him seriously. And the nobles who knew what he could do had no reason to despise him.
So even though Lan En often stayed in the sorceress's academy, he didn't feel that he was inferior to others.
In terms of knowledge and combat ability, the sorceress apprentices did not dare to look at his face in class
In addition to being relatively poor, he even felt that the sorceresses were a bit politically naive.
In this way, he is the one with a sense of superiority.
But for Geralt, maintaining a relationship with a sorceress all year round will put him under psychological pressure and worry about gains and losses.
It is not difficult to imagine a passionate and painful love.
GeraltIf they don’t want to talk, then they won’t talk.
Lan could not discuss himself as a standard sample of witchers. He knew that he was different from his peers.
He always knew.
After another morning of walking from Brugg City, the two demon hunters came to the edge of the Brokleon Forest again.
They couldn't simply head into the forest directly. They came to find the great master of the Wolf School.
They have to find the right traces before they can follow them in.
The traces were soon found. At noon, they found the first body.
The corpse was not surprising, just like the farmer Lan En had seen on the roadside who was shot by tree spirits.
He is a very young boy.
Six and three steps away from the corpse, there was an arrow from a pheasant tail feather inserted in each of them, while the third arrow that should have been shot at the feet was directly inserted into the eye socket of the corpse. .
The tree spirits' bows and arrows are still accurate, but their patience seems to be disappearing quickly.
"Vesemir will not lead ordinary people into Broklon, but this is indeed his entry point."
Geralt pinched a hand from the side of the body. Puff the soil and smell it, and the pupils in the cat's eyes will shrink erratically. Lan En knew that he had activated his demon hunter senses.
The young man glanced at the body and expressed his judgment.
“The one on this man’s clothes is not the Brugger emblem, but the Verdon emblem.”
“The news that Verdon wants to push the edge of the forest further in, seems to make The tree spirits are angry. They don't even have one shot to warn them away."
"The situation will get worse as the war begins. But this has nothing to do with us, the demon hunters have always been neutral. "We just hunt monsters."
Adhering to the old-school mentality, Geralt stood up from a squatting position, put the sword on his back, and walked into the forest.
Lan En followed behind.
This is the action pattern they agreed on. Geralt is familiar with his teacher's traces and is responsible for tracking them. Lann is responsible for fending off danger in his distorted vision that activates the witcher's senses.
This was the second time Lan En entered this forest that had been dense and prosperous since ancient times during the day, but he saw that Geralt didn’t seem too nervous.
“I have been here several times, and I have lived in the tree spirit city in the forest for a while, and Vesemir is the same. Humans do not regard us as the same kind, but this contempt and rejection have made us It’s interesting that the dryads and nymphs have dropped their hostility towards us.”
Geralt explained calmly.
"You are still too young, Lan En. When you live longer, you will naturally have relationships with many long-lived creatures."
"Okay, okay, It seems that this method is always useful for accumulating interpersonal relationships where there are intelligent creatures."
Lan En is casual.In response, he split the shrubs and dead branches blocking the road with his gracefully curved long knife.
During the day, Broccolion under the sun is more vibrant than at night, with a wild and unbridled vitality.
Even in winter, the evergreen trees can still deprive the lower levels of the forest of sunlight, and woodpeckers peck at the trunks, eager to find a few frozen bugs. The grouse were twittering incessantly.
Brock Leon is full of life.
But neither of the two demon hunters relaxed their vigilance, because they both still remembered the corpse of a boy whose skull was nailed through the eye socket, and the carnivorous ants that had crawled on the boy's eyelids.
As they moved toward the interior of the forest, they encountered several more corpses one after another.
If it weren’t for the cold metallic light reflected from the steel swords and armor plates on the corpses, the two demon hunters wouldn’t even be able to spot them among the dense lichen in the forest.
Their shields or clothes are all printed with Verdon's black and yellow checkered shield pattern.
Except for the part where the arrow penetrated the flesh, there were no more stains or damage on the clothes, which was enough to show that these people were not ordinary servants or soldiers.
"There are already seven corpses, they should have no survivors."
Lan En made a stroke, and the trees in front of him were dense and swaying in the cold wind, looking weak and weak. The branches and leaves were all cut with a smooth cut in an instant.
That swordsmanship made Geralt, who had the witcher's senses activated, twitching at the corner of his mouth.
He had some doubts that Arethusa had enchanted the elf sword with a new type of rune.
At the same time, Lan En, who had finished swinging his sword, and Geralt, who was half-crouching, raised their heads at the same time and looked in one direction.
"Is it my imagination?"
"No, I heard it too."
Two pairs of cat eyes looked at each other, and the numerous xylem in the forest were The best natural sound-absorbing material, even a demon hunter would wonder if he was hallucinating here.
But the answers obtained by the two people comparing each other are probably not wrong.
In their ears, not far away, there was a powerful old voice shouting something in an unintelligible language.
Lan heard it once before the night he entered Broklon. It was the ancient language used by the dryads.
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