Chapter 304: 303 Master’s whereabouts

Chapter 304: 303 Master’s whereabouts

Chapter 304 303. The whereabouts of the master

The balance of Geralt's bounty will be paid by Baron Hamm's territory. After Eliza marries King Aivir, the king's gift will pay this part of the payment together.

After getting the reward he deserved, Geralt is ready to continue his career as a witcher, traveling around the continent accepting commissions and hunting monsters.

He rode a carrot in the cold wind and walked all the way out of Ham.

Lan En has never meant to separate from him.

What do you want to do? Geralt raised his head and looked at the bear cub beside him. "Two witchers take on jobs together only when they are apprentices, because it's not profitable at all. Although we get along pretty well, don't expect me to lose money traveling with you."

Lane is already half a head taller than Geralt, and Poppy is a little taller than Carrot.

To sum up, now riding the same horse, Lan's shoulders were level with Geralt's forehead.

"Whether you make money or not is a trivial matter." Lan En smiled modestly.

The main thing is that I have something to ask you for help.

Geralt glanced at the other person: "We help each other, you talk about it."

Do you know an old wolf sect demon hunter named Vesemir?This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

The sound of the two horses hooves was heard, and after they left Ham with the lake, the air changed from cold and humid to dry and cold. Both of them would exhale a puff of white air from their mouths while speaking.

What, do you have a festival?

Although Geralt is already aware of the young man's character, based on the rumors, deeds and contacts over such a long time, he still feels that Lan En's temper is a bit explosive.

So when Lan mentioned Vesemir, his first reaction was still - 'This kid is not going to fight, right?'

"Vesemir is a kind man. If you have any misunderstandings with him, I can be your go-between."

"No, no!" Lan En quickly waved his hand and explained, "How come I have so many festivals? How long have I been living on the mainland? You know me, I am just a young man."

Then, Lan told Geralt about his experience of learning witcher alchemy from Berengar and showing his supernatural talent.

Berengar suggested that I go to Kaer Morhen, the castle of the Wolf School, to learn and inherit the most comprehensive knowledge of alchemy from witchers, and of course, my imperfect knowledge of monsters and curses.

Lane tugged on the reins, steering Poppy out of the way of a puddle of mud on the road.

"He said that the one who can call the shots in Kaer Morhen is Vesemir. After convincing him, it will be no problem whether it is studying or making up lessons."

Hello to you, sir.

It can be seen that although he is young, he should have been working in the industry for a long time.

"Are you Lan from Cintra? Here is your letter."

Lane leaned down from the horse and took the letter handed over by the young man. The fire paint on it was printed with Arethusa's mark.

This is a college messenger.

Have you been waiting for a long time? Sorry to trouble you.

Lan En put the letter back into the alchemical leather bag on his waist and popped out a silver coin at him.

The young man happily caught it, took off his felt hat and held it in front of his chest, "Thank you, generous sir."

After saying that, he ran away in a hurry.

At this stage, magical communication is ultimately an expensive and unstable method, so the profession of messenger cannot be replaced even in Arethusa Academy, which trains spellcasters.

"I suggest you read the letter from the academy now. If Vesemir has left the city, I don't want to be skinned for nothing on the city entrance tax."

Geralt reined in the reins and said.

There were two letters sent over, one was obviously from a college with a good environment, and the other had black soot on the envelope.

Lan En nodded indifferently and opened the letter from the academy.

The page turning sound of "swiss, swiss, swiss" sounded, and Lan quickly skipped the first few pictures of love poems written by Margarita in cursive calligraphy.

In the age of letters, people always didnt mind attaching strong emotions to words. However, from the perspective of Lan En, a person in the information age, although the strong emotions can be felt, it is more of an embarrassment.

He is a little uncomfortable.

It has been briefly turned to the end, marking the latest information about the master witcher

He is heading towards Broccolion, and judging from the direction of travel, he wants to dive in headfirst.

Your reminder is timely, Geralt.

Lane repackaged the roughly turned letters.

We can avoid paying the city entrance tax once. Its time to leave and go to Broccolion.

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