Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 806 788.Lambert

 “You let a little girl go out to kill someone?”

Berengar looked at Geralt with wide eyes.

And Geralt is not guilty.

“We were only as big as her when we were running on the killer road, weren’t we?”

Geralt leaned back in his chair, raised his legs on the table, and drank comfortably from the glass of aged Nilfgaardian limoncello in his hand.

“And Vesemir is watching her, and Lambert is hunting outside, so she is safe. She is not a porcelain doll that will break at the touch of a touch. Do you still remember where the scar on her face came from?”

"Now she is at the age where she should learn something. There is nothing else to teach her in the witcher's castle, but we don't want to waste her, so at least we need to teach her something that can help her protect herself in this cruel world. means."

Lann and Berengar nodded silently.

People's learning ability gradually declines, even for long-lived transformers like demon hunters.

Lann raised his glass and nodded at Geralt with a teasing tone.

Lan En did not speak, but Berengar's eyes were filled with memories.

Geralt immediately chuckled and responded with the "Wolf School's characteristic irony".

 After joking, his tone became serious.

“Why, now you are working as a full-time nanny and don’t go out to make money?”

  He also knew that Lan En had no feelings for his school of thought, so he spoke openly.

Although the knowledge of demon hunters is a bit biased, in terms of high level, it is after all a knowledge system established by a few outstanding warlocks hundreds of years ago.

“When I came back with Xili, I said it was my ‘destiny,’ and my guys didn’t have a second thought.”

 “We are not a school of thought that is ruthless to our companions, Lann.”

Uneducated people grow up in ignorance. This is the case for most civilians in this world.

“I didn’t expect that I knew that in order to take care of Ciri, you must leave someone to stay in Kaer Morhen. But I didn’t expect that you actually left three people?”

"So now we take turns looking for work, and the money we earn is used to support the people in Kaer Morhen, and Eskel is the first to go out."

Berengar touched the edge of the wine glass with his fingers and lowered his head.

 You should learn more when you are young, otherwise it will be a problem to develop your intelligence.

Lan En has never heard of the name Lambert. But he should also be a member of the Wolf School.

"They knew Ciri's identity, but no one cared. Eskel took the initiative to take on the work of going out to earn money. He knew how much effort it would take to raise this little girl in Kaer Morhen, and that he would have to constantly Someone is watching to prevent her from being captured by the griffins and vampires in the mountains."

When communicating with others, he is dull, unable to express his words clearly, logically confused, and his mood swings are large and sudden. When he first came to this world, Lan even found it difficult to communicate with them.

 It is estimated that only tutors specially hired by big nobles and big businessmen for their descendants, or places like Ossenfurt University, can stand tall and say "I am stronger".

It seems that in this castle of the school that I wanted to escape from in my early years, I remembered some warmth that was buried deep in my memory.

 ‘Education’ is a luxury right in this era.

 “I can lend you some money for emergencies.”

“I can pay it off at any time. My current savings look a little scary to me. Raising a little girl, a child of destiny, is not a big expense.”

Geralt shook his head.

"Forget it, Master Berengar. To be honest, we are not familiar with each other and have never even met. Maybe Vesemir can chat with you?"

"But I can't accept your loan. After all, although we are a little tired now, we can still hold on. If the work becomes difficult, even if we work as a laborer at the dock, can we still raise a little girl?"

Originally, what Geralt said was very truthful and sincere, and there was nothing to criticize.

But the key thing is that he finally said, ‘Go to the dock to work as a laborer.’ As soon as he said this, Lan almost choked the wine in his mouth into his nose.

 “Cough, cough!”

Geralt looked at Lan En who was choking on his drink strangely. Apparently he didn't know that he said the wrong thing.

As expected, Berengar, who had been full of emotion just now, immediately turned expressionless. "Oh, just hold on."

The change of attitude was so rapid that Geralt was stunned.

“Well, you came here this time. As you agreed last time, you came to take a look at the information?”

Although he didn’t know why he said the wrong thing, Geralt had been a witcher for decades and easily changed the subject.

So Lan En continued the conversation and told him the current situation outside.

“Hmph, you’re famous but you want to hide from him. This is the first time I’ve seen you.”

White Wolf said in a relaxed tone.

"But just the things you did are indeed worthy of those stories, aren't they?"

Lan En shook his head disdainfully: "Then do you still remember those people you have seen who became famous but did not hide away, but instead enjoyed themselves openly? How do you remember them in the end?"

White Wolf really rolled his eyes to the side, and said after thinking about it for a while.

　　"Well, they are all dead. Killed by countless challengers, or otherwise ruined."

 “So,” Lan En spread his hands and did not continue.

It was still early, so Geralt found a large piece of cheese from the kitchen behind the fireplace and ate it as an appetizer.

During this period, Lan En talked about his story in the monster world, and Geralt talked about Ciri's life after arriving here.

Berengar was more concerned about what Vesemir would think of Geralt after he brought back the two Valyrian steel swords.

A group of people just chatted like this until it got dark.

“Ha! Don’t tell me you’ve seen a deer-headed spirit that has been strengthened to that point. I don’t even want to hear about this thing.”

 “Ancient! Ancient deer-headed spirit.”

Lan seriously corrected Geralt's statement. This statement obviously lowered the value of the young man's record and he couldn't bear it.

“Okay, ancient deer-headed spirit. You said there are still totems left there that have not been found? Oh, I really hope I don’t get dragged into their random teleportation next time I take on this kind of job.”

Geralt smiled happily.

 At his professional age, he has long ceased to be obsessed with whether his performance is good or not, and whether it is impressive or not.

 Mainly depends on cost-effectiveness.

He wished that in all his missions, his opponents would be a group of evil ghosts, ghouls, and water ghosts, and then he would be rewarded with gryphons and petrified cockatrices.

 Lann's experience seemed to him to be unlucky.

At this moment, there was movement outside the door of the main building of the castle.

“There’s an extra horse in the stable, and I bet there’s a guy coming in. It’s a purebred Kaedweni warhorse. Not bad compared to Eskel’s Scorpion.”

 A relatively young male voice said this.

 “Which poor homeless witcher did you invite, the compassionate Vesemir?”

 The oldest known demon hunter that Lan En was familiar with responded to the relatively young voice like this.

“Can’t you be more honest when you talk to me? Haven’t I whipped you enough during training, Lambert?”

"I told you, I haven't invited anyone else recently. I have to look after Ciri and don't have time to go out."

 “I bear witness!” The little girl’s voice was weak and she sounded exhausted. But the mood is quite exciting.

 “Okay, you testify.” Lambert imitated Shirley’s words in a weird voice.

Although Lan En has not met Lambert yet, Lan En always feels that there is a sense of ridicule and sarcasm in his tone all the time.

“I just want to say, I will kill this goat. If there is not enough food, let the man do it himself!”

 (End of this chapter)