Chapter 306: 305 Vesemir

Chapter 306: 305 Vesemir

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The muffled shouts continued, and just by hearing the sound, Lan En could imagine the scene of an old demon hunter being targeted with a bow by an unseen number of dryads in the woods.

After all, he has experienced it once before.

"What is he saying?"

While rushing that way, Lan asked Geralt, who obviously understood what he meant.

With the physical strength of a witcher, they can run through the forest even more easily than the aboriginal tree spirits.

So Geralt answered in the middle of the journey, even his breath would not be disturbed.

"He was saying hello, showing his identity as a witcher, saying that he was acquainted with Esna, and that he had lived in Doun Canal for a few days. That's where the dryads of Brok Leleon live. land."

As he spoke, the ancient language over there shouted another sentence, and Geralt's expression suddenly looked surprised.

"Vesemir said he came to see Esna? Did he come specifically to see the Dryad Queen?"

Lann also frowned when he heard Geralts translation.

He originally thought that King Wenslav found a prestigious master demon hunter to deal with some difficult curses and monsters.

But what kind of commission can make Vesemir go straight to the Dryad Queen?

The conversation over there was suddenly interrupted by a female voice who was also speaking the ancient language. Finally, it was no longer a one-man show for the big man.

In the mouth of the dryad, the ancient words are like a melodious song.

And after Geralt understood their conversation, he directly grabbed Lan who was still walking forward.

Okay, stop. The dryad has discovered us. She was asking Vesemir when the witchers will also travel together.

"oh."

Lan En nodded calmly and put Alondette back into the scabbard on his waist.

If Geralt's words just now were heard in the ears of an ordinary human, they would be no different than a death declaration, because everyone knows how the tree spirits will treat humans who step into Broklon.

But Lan En is a demon hunter who has already met the tree spirit and even worked with him briefly.

In order not to cause unnecessary hostility, Geralt and Lan did not move forward, but waited where they were.

After a while, the sound of "squeaking" branches and leaves of trees was heard from all around.

Then on the route that the two witchers had warned about long ago, several dryads seemed to appear out of thin air, walking out from behind the trees that obviously couldn't cover them.

The bow and arrow in his hand pointed at the eyes of the two demon hunters.

Geralt held Lan behind him with one hand and stammered: "Esse Gwenblad!"

The old man saw his student first, and he screamed in surprise.

Why are you here? This is the person next to you

Lan En felt that for a moment, his sharp gaze swept across his chest.

The oldest demon hunter he has met so far took the lead in confirming his school of thought the first time they met.

This is rare, because strangers usually focus their attention on his face for the first time. This kind of behavior is almost beyond the control of thoughts, just like a man can't control his eyes from focusing on a woman's open neckline.

Geralt put his hand over his mouth in embarrassment and coughed.

Lan En also happened to be complaining softly next to him at this time.

Brother, why do you sound like an old man who went out and met his playful grandson? You must be nearly a hundred years old now, right?

Ahem~Vesemir is like this. Him

Ive always thought of you as brats who wet their pants even when they saw demons. Be honest, Geralt. Thats what I thought.

Geralt was barely able to catch his breath after being complained about just now, and then he was choked again by the great master of his own school.

Lan En looked sympathetically at the white wolf who had been persecuted many times.

Vesemir, who knew the apprentice he had brought out very well, did not even look at Geralt. Instead, he looked up and down at the tall, silver-haired young man.

"It seems that the incomplete mutation formula you took away will always lead to a blind cat encountering a dead mouse. Your emotions are very rich and normal. Hello, a child of the Bear School. I am Vesemir of the Wolf School, a still... An old witcher."

As the dryads put down their bows and arrows and looked around, Lan En and the grand master of the wolf sect with a gentle smile bumped their arms together, holding each other's forearms with their palms.

"Excluding the two of you who went to Brokleon together to do the mission, are you here to find me?"

After letting go of his hand, the great master of the Wolf Faction said as if he was talking about everyday things.

Unfortunately, I am still busy with this task. If you have something to do, can you wait for a while?

Unexpectedly, Lan En also shook his head in embarrassment.

"Grandmaster."

Just call me by my name.

"Well, Vesemir. In fact, I have to deal with this matter with you within a few weeks."

Well, this is a bit of a rush. The old demon hunter stroked his beard. "Let's do this, kid"

Would you be interested in going on a mission with an old witcher?

Lan En smiled: "It's an honor."

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