Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 326 325. The situation on the mainland

 In the end, Geralt did not take away the little girl with mouse-grey hair.

 Under his insistence, Lane and Vesemir could only set off 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 entered into 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.

Lane believed that Vesemir had the same idea.

The old witcher 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 unexpected children are indeed special. According to my experience over the years.”

"The plague!" Geralt interrupted the old witcher's chatter angrily, "Now do you even want to talk to me about 'destiny', Vesemir? If the witcher has a destiny, then No demon hunter can die peacefully in bed! Do you want Ciri to die in some muddy field? Do you think so?"

“I don’t know where I’ll die in the mud, man, I don’t think this will be the end for me.”

 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 he could only say angrily: "That's you! What can Xili do? She may not even be able to defeat a Kikimo in her life!"

"She may not have my physical strength or sword skills, but her magical power is obvious, right? 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 are also affected by it? A sorceress was beaten to death, and why don't you say harsh words to others?"

 “Xili and Ye are different after all! Can you not mention this matter?!”

 After the joke was finished, although Geralt was still a little stubborn, the atmosphere was obviously more relaxed.

“Okay, okay, you are all talking about fate! Destiny!”

Geralt suddenly turned his head to look at Lan.

“Our ‘famous’ Mr. Lan En has seen a lot. You have even saved the world and even cooperated with many gods. So can you tell me, a mortal?"

"Is there really such a thing as 'destiny' in this world? Listen, I don't want great principles, nor do I want nonsense like 'old sayings' or 'common sayings'. Can you give me an authoritative and firm answer? Does destiny exist?”

 Lan En was silent for a while under Geralt's gaze, and finally sighed: "Hey, I can't answer you."

 The Lady of the Lake responded to Dagon's threat by saying only that "many people are helping." The only things Lan En could really confirm, besides the Lady in the Lake herself, were the only ones he had just met, Esna, and that annoying alien demon, Gunter O'Dimm.

He has not seen anyone else who contributed at that time, nor has he specifically asked.

 “Aha!” Geralt cheered cheerfully, as if he had regained the upper hand. "You don't know either, right? Destiny is simply a sophistry."

 “But I can ask, Geralt.”

But before Geralt’s cheers had finished, Lan’s flat tone choked him like a suckling pig with an apple stuffed in his mouth.

That plain tone brings strong credibility. At least in the eyes of Vesemir and Geralt, two people who understood Lann, 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 people and ask them if there is fate in this world."

 Who are you going 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.”

 The distraught Geralt left alone halfway.

 In fact, judging from his status as a ‘middleman’, when Vesemir promised to open up the knowledge of witchers to Lan, he could leave.

 Just because he could chat with Lan En, he hadn't seen Vesemir for a long time, and because of Ciri, he walked away from the group of witchers for a while.

When he left, Lan told him the places where he often stayed - Arethusa College and the Darkwater Village on the outskirts of Vizima.

 If he encounters trouble that needs help, or wants to know the answer to ‘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's figure was no longer visible.

“He just has too low self-esteem. As a demon hunter, you will get used to being discriminated against a lot, but in fact, even you start to despise yourself in your heart.”

“He was worried that he would mess up Xili’s life. After all, she is a princess.”

 Poppy'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 indeed not a good idea to break away from the position of princess. But it is hard to say based on the current situation."

　　Baron Bodrog's complaints at Doon Kanal clearly indicate a trend.

 In the Nilfgaardian Empire in the south, 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 his 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 doves' prestige and strength were suppressed as a result. The resources they originally invested in Count Stesa needed to be repaid and explained domestically. And now they have nothing to offer.

　Today’s Southern Empire is probably dominated by militant hawks.

 Sintra can almost be regarded as 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?

 The era of chaos always comes inadvertently, before people are aware of it.

 Lan himself was not sure whether his feeling was right or not.

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 (End of this chapter)