In the end, Geralt did not take away the little girl with mouse-grey hair.
Under his insistence, Lan and Vesemir could only leave overnight and continue walking in the direction of Brugg.
Thanks to the group of Verden soldiers who blocked the road and killed people, Vesemir now also has a horse.
The three of them rode in silence under the moonlight.
Although Lan En likes the little girl Xili, he has a sense of propriety.
The person who formed a relationship with the little girl based on the unwritten law of accident was Geralt.
I have no right to ask Geralt to perform his duties.
Lan believed that Vesemir had the same idea.
The old demon hunter had already taken care of Ciri like a junior before, but when he left, he just stood and looked at the little girl's sleeping face again, and then rode away.
"I don't know if fate exists." During the ride, Vesemir's old voice broke the silence.
“But Geralt, you should know that the Accidental Son is indeed something special. According to my experience over the years”
“The plague is above” Geralt didn’t He interrupted the old witcher's babble angrily, "Are you going to talk to me about fate now? If Vesemir has a fate for witchers, it is that no witcher can die peacefully in bed. Do you think so?" Do you want to let Ciri die in the mud somewhere?”
“Die in the mud somewhere, man, I don’t think this will be the end for me.”< /p>
Lan En said calmly on the side.
Geralt was choked and wanted to refute, but for a moment he really believed that people like Lan En would never remain unknown even if they died.
So I could only say angrily, "That's you, Xili. What can she do? She may not even be able to defeat a Kikimo in her life."
"She may not have what I have." Physical strength and swordsmanship, etc., but her magical power is obvious. The blood of the ancients is a power that even Esna needs to borrow, and it is still in its infancy. I wonder if you were beaten to death by a sorceress. I don’t see you saying harsh words to others.”
“Xili and Mr. Ye are different, can you not mention this?”
After finishing the joke, although Jero Te is still a bit stubborn, but the atmosphere is obviously much more relaxed.
"Okay, okay, you are all talking about destiny"
Geralt suddenly turned his head to look at Lan En.
"Our famous Mr. Lan En is very knowledgeable. You have even saved the world and even cooperated with many gods. So can you tell me, a mortal, about it?"
"Listen, is there really such a thing as destiny in this world? I don't want big theories, or nonsense like old sayings and common sayings. Can you give me an authoritative and firm answer? Does destiny exist?"
Lan was silent for a while under Geralt's gaze, and finally sighed."Hey, I can't answer you."
When the Lady of the Lake responded to Dagon's threat, she only said that many people were helping. The only things Lan En could really confirm, apart from the Lady in the Lake herself, were the only ones he had just met, Esna, and the annoying alien demon Gaunt O'Deim.
Who else contributed at that time? He has not seen it, nor has he asked specifically.
"Aha" Geralt cheered happily as if he had regained the upper hand. "You don't know, right? Fate is just a sophistry."
"But I can ask, Geralt."
But before Geralt could cheer, After the sound was over, Lan En's flat tone made him choke like a roasted suckling pig with an apple stuffed in his mouth.
The plain tone brings strong credibility.
At least in the eyes of Vesemir and Geralt, two people who knew Lan En, he was serious at this time.
"If you want to know whether fate exists, you can only experience it yourself or hear about it through hearsay. But I can go to someone and ask them if there is fate in this world."
You want Who to ask
Geralt originally wanted to question this.
But then, he thought of what Lan En told them on the way. He just opened his mouth, and after opening and closing it several times, what he said was: "Then, I'll wait for your news."
A distraught Geralt stood there. He left alone halfway.
In fact, judging from his role as a middleman, when Vesemir agreed to open up the knowledge of witchers to Lan, he could leave.
It was only because he could chat with Lan En, hadn’t seen Vesemir for a long time, and because of Ciri that he walked away from the group of demon hunters for a while.
When he left, Lan En told him the places where he often stayed: Arethusa College and the Dark Water Village on the outskirts of Vizima.
If he encounters trouble that needs help, or wants to know the answer to his destiny, you can go to these two places to find him.
Vesemir and Lan stopped their horses and watched the figures of Geralt and Carrot gradually blurring and disappearing in the gloomy night.
"He likes Ciri very much."
Vesemir continued to speak in that direction after Geralt was no longer visible.
"He just has too low self-esteem. Demon hunters will get used to being discriminated against a lot, but in fact, even themselves start to despise themselves."
"He is I'm worried that I've messed up Ciri's life, after all, she is a princess."
Poppa's horse hooves walked back and forth, and Lan also faced the direction Geralt left.
"If you only look at power and life, it is really not a good idea to break away from the position of the princess. But it is hard to say based on the current situation."
Baron Bodrog is here Dunkanal's complaints clearly illustrate a trend.
SouthernIn the Nilfgaardian Empire, there are of course hawks and doves in the country.
The Dove Faction's action in the north was to support the Goodwill Representatives, but the most outstanding achievement of this faction, Count Stetha of Temeria, was raided by Lann, killed through the entire manor, and crushed to pieces. head.
Most of the efforts and resources they had put in for a long time were swallowed up by Foltest by taking advantage of this good opportunity. The remaining half rotted in the hands of those who were struggling to survive.
The prestige and strength of the doves have been suppressed as a result. The resources they originally invested in Count Stesa need to be repaid and explained domestically. And now they have nothing to offer.
Today’s Southern Empire is probably dominated by warlike hawks.
Sintra is almost on the dividing line between the north and the south.
In the current turbulent international situation, is the princess of a country sitting on a powder keg really a good position?
In times of chaos, people always inadvertently The time has come before you realize it.
Lan En himself was not sure whether his feeling was right or not.
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