Astartes of the Bear School

  Chapter 325 324. The sword of destiny has two edges

“No,” the druid wearing a sealskin tunic said firmly.

"Calanthe has changed her mind. Ciri will no longer fulfill her engagement with Prince Christine. She has her own plans. In addition, because King Aiweier sent soldiers to intercept the caravan on the road and blame the tree spirit, , I no longer have any trust in his character, and Calanthe also values ​​my judgment."

“We won’t even stop at Nastrog, I’ll take the little one straight back to Cintra. Come with us, Geralt.”

In the gradually darkening night, several people failed to reach the next village and could only light a bonfire on the roadside.

　　Three witchers and a sturdy druid sat around the fire, talking in low voices.

Hiri was wrapped in a thick fur and fell asleep next to the fire.

Morssack and Geralt were discussing things about Cintra and Ciri.

 While Lan and Vesemir were exchanging various techniques of witchers, they paid half of their attention to the conversation next to them.

After Vesemir learned that Ciri was Geralt's unexpected son, he naturally began to regard this little girl as a descendant.

 And Ciri is indeed quite likable.

"So I said that the witcher should also have some long-distance coping methods. The sigil is at best a mid-range one. Those who draw bows and arrows in the distance have no pressure at all when facing Geralt, but I will kill him The two leaders, they just ran away."

Young people are selling their own theory of "hand advantage" to the old demon hunter.

Vesemir is not the kind of stubborn person who is stubborn about the past. He nodded frequently to express his approval while listening.

 “Hey.” The old demon hunter suddenly sighed with emotion.

"Times are changing so fast now. In my era, although people lived a hard life, people are people and monsters are monsters. There is no need for a demon hunter to think about the problem of 'what to do if you encounter a crossbowman' . A hundred years have passed, but things are completely different now.”

　　Vesemir's body is far from being 'old', but his spirit has begun to have a strong time filter like an ordinary old man.

Anyway, Lan En didn’t believe that in the more difficult times in the past, there would be no bandit Roadhog.

 At most, these people at that time had no way to obtain military equipment, and most of them did not know how to use or maintain it.

 So much so that the old demon hunter didn't even leave a deep impression when he solved them.

"I went to Brugg to collect the bounty and bought a hand crossbow to carry on my back. You are right, Lan En. People have to adapt to the times."

 After finishing speaking, Vesemir glanced at the young man with a strange expression and muttered a few more words.

“Just use the crossbow. Not many people can use the release frequency and accuracy of your set of seals. Has your Bear School integrated the formula of the Gryphon School?”

Vesemir has been rubbing his chin with a complicated expression since Lan En dismantled the launching device on his left arm.

The frequency of seal release can be said to be good. Before the Demon Hunters were divided into factions and operated as the Demon Hunter Order, he had a good relationship with many future Griffin Schools.

Those witchers will add mutation inducers that enhance their spellcasting abilities into the recipes for Trial of Grass. For example, the mutation inducer of Deer Head Spirit, or the ordinary blue mutation inducer that has a higher chance of appearing.

Those people can also issue seals continuously for a period of time after drinking potions that increase vitality recovery.

But few mages have tried this idea of ​​condensing the impact of [Alder] onto the base of a metal pipe!

With limited energy, most young spellcasters will pursue bigger and stronger magic, and few will delve into control.

 The two demon hunters were talking about the combination of the "far, medium and near" combat system, while the Druid's conversation on the other side seemed to be unpleasant.

"This is already the third time! Geralt! Our fates have crossed three times! Do you want to tell me that this is a coincidence? In this vast land, among these many creatures, there is a huge difference in identity. , Two people who live in different areas have met three times because of the so-called 'coincidence'?"

“How many orphans in this world can’t even see their parents for a second time in their lives! And now you want to tell me that your encounter with Shirley was all a coincidence?”

The stalwart Druid pressed his voice and asked with sarcasm, which was very oppressive.

 Lan felt that if Ciri hadn't been sleeping beside him, Mossack would have started roaring right now.

“So what if it’s not a coincidence?” Geralt seemed not to feel the pressure at all. His face was expressionless and he was still fiddling with the fire.

"I made Xili's parents swear that they would give me a reward according to the law of accident. Yes, the reward appeared, and he was sleeping next to us at this time, but as the recipient of the reward, I have the right to refuse it, right? I just As I said, I just want to be a helpful demon hunter at this moment, so I don’t want the promised reward! Just like the Ike Knight of Denesler, I can exorcise demons for free. Is that okay?”

"It's okay," the druid said. "You have the right to refuse the reward, but I must emphasize that this behavior comes with risks. As the old saying goes, 'The sword of destiny.'"

“There are two blades.” Geralt finished for him. “Damn it, I keep hearing this sentence these past two days.”

"You always hear it, then you should listen to it! The old saying is true!" Mossak choked.

"I don't want little Xili to be homeless and have her little hands covered with calluses for holding swords. I don't want Calanthe to scold me or even scold me to kill me. But I don't want to look at Kalanthe even more. Lancer and Ciri are in danger!"

"I'm different from you, Geralt. I believe there is such a thing as 'fate', but after you asked fate for payment, you rejected it three times in a row like a humiliation! You thought the sword of fate was just plated A piece of wood covered with gold foil?! When it falls, something will happen! Someone will die!"

"How many curses have you solved? You should know that fighting against that kind of power will only make the situation worse. The power of fate is even greater than the curse. How come you, an expert, have turned into a fool?"

Morssack and Geralt have also known each other for a long time. When he ridiculed Geralt, he always seemed to hate him for not crying even after seeing the coffin.

"I know that you don't want Ciri to follow you and live the life of a witcher. You have been a witcher since you were a child. You have suffered discrimination and targeting, as well as danger and death. Do you think it is wrong to entrust a princess to a witcher? It's a bad idea that even a ghoul wouldn't come up with. But..."

Mossack looked at Geralt's profile sincerely.

 “You think it’s to save her, to save her grandmother! Take her away, Geralt!”

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 (End of this chapter)