That night, several people began to rest at night.
When Brian was leading the way today, she asked for a break extra early. She said it was because the human child she had just picked up was too annoying and cost her a lot of energy that she had not planned.
Lan En curled his lips when he heard this, thinking that it was Geralt who was carrying the child, and it was me who was talking to her. Why are you putting it here?
But at the same time, he It was also clear that Brian was not tired, she just wanted to hear more stories that could not be heard in the forest.
Braine is a girl who was transformed from a human into a tree spirit. Unlike the original tree spirit, she still retains a trace of the outside world.
With only a trace of impression left, this primeval forest will be her entire life until the day she dies.
Until human iron hooves rushed into the woods, flames devoured her body, and a sharp sword pierced her heart. She fell screaming into the bracken, dying sooner or later in a battle for the forest.
"Xirui"
Everyone lay down around the little girl tacitly, perhaps because of their good looks and being saved by Lan En. The little girl is obviously closer to Geralt and Lan.
"Yeah"
She responded a little confused.
A skinny little man survived many threats from swamps, sentries, and wild beasts, and survived alone in Brok Leon for several days.
There is no doubt that she is a strong, healthy, courageous and lucky girl. But even so, after she relaxed, she still felt an overwhelming fatigue.
"Where do your parents live?"
Geralt then asked, wanting to know where she was a princess.
"I don't have parents." Xiri sniffed and said, "When I was very young, they encountered a shipwreck. The entire ship was lost, and even the sampan fragments were gone."
After finishing speaking, a small purring sound came out. She was exhausted.
Lan En lay on the dry and soft fern grass, looking at the huge light-tight tree crown above his head. After a while of small purring, he asked softly to Geralt on the side.
"Geralt"
"What are you doing?"
The young man seemed to frown in distress, "You should have been in contact with the courts of those princes and nobles. At least she has more experience than me. I can't imagine how she will go on in the future."
Geralt doesn't care. To ask a rhetorical question, after the little girl falls asleep, they have a lot less restrictions on speaking.
“A daughter of a deceased princess may have many fourth and fifth children in the family, each with a distinguished title, but in terms of importance, they may not be as important as a secretary under the palace steward. Official. This is just a little guy with gray hair and green eyes, running around carefree in the palace, so the people in the palace must do it as soon as possible.She found a good husband and got married. "
"The sooner the better, it must be before she becomes a mature, fertile woman, before she has the threat of scandal, adultery, or incest, you know, Lan En. This kind of thing happened all the time in the palace. ”
Suddenly, two handsome men and women with blond hair flashed in Lan En’s mind. They were stories about the Queen’s sister and Konoe’s brother that he personally investigated when sending Aria home. .
The entanglement between the two eventually evolved into a war that involved the Seven Kingdoms.
Before the investigation came to light, he did not go in the wrong direction. After thinking about it, this is a limitation of thinking caused by cultural environment and life experience.
In Western-style palaces, this situation seems to be not uncommon.
Lan En walked around again. Lott glanced in the direction.
Among the famous White Wolf’s resume, one of the most prominent tasks was to help Foltest’s daughter get rid of the curse of the vampire bird. < /p>
The Princess Yada in the story is the daughter of Foltest and his biological sister.
Beyond the conversation between Lane and Geralt, Vesemir. There was also talk.
"Child, you just asked about the future of this princess. I have seen many young princesses who joined the traveling troupe. "
The old man who has lived for hundreds of years said in a calm tone.
Due to the aging and weakness of the small muscles, Vesemir's throat would be filled with tears when he lay on his back and spoke. The muscles relaxed and became like a mouthful of phlegm.
“Those girls were glad that they could escape an old king who was old and frail but longed for offspring and physical pleasure. I have also met many princes who would rather live a precarious life as mercenaries than marry the princess chosen for them by the king's father. ”
“Because most of those princesses have defects or have notoriously disorderly lives. This kind of marriage is just a means of forming an alliance and has no other meaning. "
Apart from the small snores, the four adults were silent for a while after Vesemir's words.
"Your marriage is for alliance. This is really scary. "
Braine tightened the thick clothes covering her body. It seemed that what Vesemir said made her feel colder than the cold air on this winter night.
"Not entirely. That way. Lan En muttered, and his hands unconsciously smoothed down Xili's gray hair. "At least this little guy, and the princes and princesses who escaped from political marriages, don't think so." "
"I think this little guy is very powerful. If I were her age, I would probably be scared to death by now. Maybe it would be good not to let her go back to Verden."
"Oh, that's right." Geralt sneered. "Just listen to what Vesemir said. Most of the runaway princesses hang out in traveling troupes, but you Do you understand the hardships and dangers of life in a traveling troupe?"
"Trust me, Lan. If those princesses in the troupe had the chance to become Verdon's princess, they won’t hesitate for a moment. "
Lan En's hands were still playing with the frizzy mouse-grey hair unconsciously, and he curled his lips.
"I don't know about other people, but I always feel that at least this little Guys, she sure doesn't. "
As she spoke, Xili was like a hamster, wrapping herself tightly in the thick blanket that Lan En had put on her, leaving only her mouse-grey hair exposed.
There was still something in her mouth. He muttered softly in his sleep, "If you apologize to me, I won't tell grandma, and you won't have to behead your head. Otherwise, even if you apologize, it won't work. If you don't bow to me, it's still considered Christine. Get out of here with a runny nose." Stay away"
Listening to the little girl bargaining with the demon hunters in her dream for a reduced sentence, and muttering about love and hate, the adults couldn't help laughing.
p>Fortunately, Ciri was sleeping deeply and she was not woken up.
Geralt patted the little girl's body. He usually did not have the patience to deal with children. .
But today, maybe it was the warm scent of Xili that was like a feather pillow that affected him.
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