The awkward shouting continued. Just by listening to the sound, Lan En could imagine the scene of an old demon hunter being targeted with a bow by an indistinct number of dryads in the woods.
After all, he has experienced it once before.
"What is he talking about?"
While rushing that way, Lan asked Geralt, who obviously understood the meaning.
With the physical strength of demon hunters, they can run through the forest more easily than the aboriginal tree spirits.
So Geralt answered in the middle of the road, even his breath was not disturbed.
"He was saying hello, showing his identity as a witcher, saying that he was familiar with Esna, and that he had lived in Duunkanal for a few days. That was Brok Leon The settlement of the tree elves."
As he spoke, the ancient language over there shouted another sentence, and Geralt's expression suddenly looked surprised.
"Vesemir said he came here to see Esna and he came specifically to see the Dryad Queen"
Lan also frowned when he heard Geralt's translation. Lower your brow.
He originally thought that King Vincelav found a prestigious master demon hunter to deal with some difficult curses and monsters.
But what kind of commission can make Vesemir go straight to the Dryad Queen
A female voice who also spoke the ancient language suddenly inserted into the conversation over there, and finally It’s no longer a one-man show for the great old man.
In the mouth of the tree spirit, the ancient language is like a melodious song.
After Geralt understood their conversation, he directly grabbed Lan En who was still walking forward.
"Okay, stop. The dryad has discovered us. She was asking Vesemir just now, when will the witchers also travel together."
" Oh."
Lan En nodded calmly and put Alondette back into the sheath on his waist.
If Geralt's words just now were heard in the ears of an ordinary human, they would be no different from a death declaration, because everyone knows how the tree spirits will treat humans who step into Broklon.
But after all, Lan En is a demon hunter who has already met the tree spirit and even worked with him briefly.
In order not to cause unnecessary hostility, Geralt and Lan did not move forward, but waited where they were.
After a while, the sound of rustling tree branches and leaves sounded from all around.
Then on the route that the two demon hunters had warned about long ago, several tree spirits seemed to appear out of thin air, walking out from behind the trees that obviously could not cover them.
The bow and arrow in his hand pointed at the eyes of the two demon hunters.
Geralt held Lan En behind him with one hand and stammered, "esseá Gwenblad"
Lan En guessed that he was introducing himself.
The first step in removing the basis of hostility and showing sincerity is to let others know who you are.
But on Geralt’s side, he kept it in his mindWhen common language is converted into ancient language and then spoken unskilledly.
However, he found that the dryads surrounding the two of them seemed not to be paying attention to him as the speaker.
The focus of the honey-colored haired dryad who walked out from the opposite side obviously went beyond him and reached behind him.
"Hi, we meet again, Brian."
Just like ordinary human acquaintances greeting each other, Lan raised one hand and waved to the other side.
"What a coincidence, you patrolled here, and then we met again."
Geralt watched the honey-colored haired tree spirit move towards the person behind him. Xiong Zaizi nodded, then pressed her hand behind her to signal her kind to put down their bows and arrows.
The corners of his mouth twitched inadvertently.
"When you talk to them, you even use common language to open your remarks. It's a shame that they will pay attention to you."
Geralt glanced back, just in time to meet the young man's doubts gaze.
I don’t know Ancient Tongue at all, so I must have spoken Common Tongue throughout the whole process.
Geralt purses his lips.
I know that good-looking people have an easier life
No one here seemed to care about the psychological activities of a lonely old wolf. Blaine tilted his head and looked at the short-lived incident that had happened. A cooperative silver-haired witcher.
"The forest allows us to meet again."
After saying that, she turned around and walked towards the direction where the old voice came from. She raised her hand and gestured behind her. The two demon hunters followed suit.
Following the tree spirit, it seemed that even the clinging branches and weeds in the forest had become tame, reducing physical exertion out of nowhere.
After walking behind Brian for a short distance, Lan and Geralt saw a brick-red haired dryad talking to an old man about 1.7 meters tall.
The brick-red haired dryad was the one Lan En had met before, the leader of Brain's team.
As for the 1.7 meter old man, he also has white hair. But it was different from Geralt's sickly milky white hair and Lan En's gorgeous silver hair. That's the grayish white color produced by natural aging.
There is a rosacea on the face that is still red but not serious enough to swell.
He is wearing a composite medium-weight armor made of cotton armor, mail armor, and a small number of armor pieces interlaced.
Judging from the age shown by his appearance, he is able to wear this armor but still maintain a tall and straight posture, and even calmly penetrate into this position in a primeval forest. No matter how you think about it, It's a bit incredible.
But his amber cat eyes made it all make sense.
"Geralt"
The old man saw his student first, and he screamed in surprise.
"Why are you here? This is this person next to you"
Lan En felt that there was a moment of sharpnessHer eyes swept over his chest.
The oldest demon hunter he had ever met took the lead in confirming his school of thought the first time they met.
This is rare, because strangers usually focus on his face for the first time. This kind of behavior is almost beyond the control of thoughts, just like a man can't control his eyes from focusing on a woman's open neckline.
Geralt put his hand over his mouth in embarrassment and coughed.
Lan En also happened to be complaining softly next to him at this time.
"Brother, the tone of these words sounds to me like an old man who went out and met his playful grandson. You must be nearly a hundred years old now"
"Wukewei That's what happened to Samuel."
"I've always thought of you as brats who wet their pants even when they see demons. That's what I think." /p>
Geralt was barely able to catch his breath after being complained about just now, and then he was choked again by the great master of his own school.
Lan En looked sympathetically at the white wolf who had been persecuted many times.
Vesemir, who knew the apprentice he brought out very well, did not even look at Geralt. Instead, he looked up and down at the tall, silver-haired young man.
"It seems that the incomplete mutation formula you took away will always be a blind cat and a dead mouse. Your emotions are very rich and normal. Hello, a child of the Bear School. I am a Wolf School Vesemir, a fairly old demon hunter."
As the tree elves put down their bows and arrows and looked around, Lan En and the grand master of the Wolf Faction with a gentle smile collided with each other. , their palms held each other's forearms.
"Excluding the two of you who go to Brokleon together to do the mission, you are here to find me."
After letting go of his hand, the great master of the Wolf Faction said as if he was chatting at home.
"Unfortunately, I am still busy with this task. If you have something to do, can you wait for a while?"
Unexpectedly, Lan En also shook his head in embarrassment.
"Master"
"Just call me by my name."
"Then, Vesemir. In fact, I have to find you within a few days." It will be done within a week."
"Well, this is a bit of a rush." The old demon hunter stroked his beard. "Then let's do it, kid"
"Are you interested in running a mission with an old demon hunter?"
Lan En smiled, "It's an honor."
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