Chapter 319: 318 recognized

Chapter 319: 318 recognized

Chapter 319 318. Recognition

Good morning, Vesemir.

Lan En also naturally raised his hand to the old demon hunter as a greeting.

You dont look worried at all.

Vesemir stood up from the ground and adjusted his slightly skewed armor.

"It's just a powerful teleportation spell. These long-lived and powerful guys are always like this. Even if they drive unwanted guests out of the house, they are used to using this kind of super-standard magic. There is nothing surprising. "

Oh, it seems Geralt has a lot to learn from you. He still looks confused.

The two looked to one side. The cream-white-haired witcher looked dazed, while the mouse-gray-haired Ciri was chirping next to his legs.

He is still too young.Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

Vesemir originally wanted to say this to excuse his apprentice.

But as soon as he glanced at the bear cub next to him, he swallowed this sentence automatically.

No matter how young Geralt is, he is still seventy or eighty years old. The kid next to him is probably twenty-five years old?

The powerful developmental adjustments brought about by the gene seeds allowed the old demon hunter to guess Lan En's age a bit older.

"It's time to go, Vesemir. If I ask Ciri out this time, I guess I've already used up my face with the dryads. Broklon should look at me no differently than you do now."

Lann tilted his head at Vesemir and walked towards Geralt and Ciri.

The old witcher followed him step by step.

Lan En?

Well, whats the matter?

If you want to go to Kaer Morhen, its best to do it in winter.

Lan En stopped in his tracks, turned his head with a surprised and happy expression, and looked at the old demon hunter as usual.

So, you agree with me learning the most profound knowledge among demon hunters?

"why not?"

Geralt crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows, looking at the two people walking over arm in arm.

Lan En gave him a 'done' thumbs up.

Okay, we should go. Old Aisna really gave you face and teleported us all outside the village where the horses are kept.

Geralt and Lan led the way into the village. After paying the bill to the farmer who took care of Carrots and Poppy, they took two people on each horse and walked towards the far side of Broccolion.

They plan to send Vesemir to Brugg first to get the commission. Then send Ciri back to Sintra.

You can't really let the two countries start a war because of this little girl, right?

But when they reached the fork in the road, Ciri suddenly grabbed Geralt's hand that was trying to hold the reins and turned, frowning and said, "No, don't go this way, the other one is better."

Geralt frowned and looked at Ciri seriously.

How do you feel? How do you know?

I just know. She shrugged and replied, her emerald green eyes lowered, looking surprised and helpless. "But why? Why would I know?"

On the other side of Poppy's back, Lan and Vesemir frowned at Ciri in unison.

The son of the ancient bloodline. In a place that he has never been to before, he naturally has a sense of induction and knows whether the route is correct and whether it is safe or not.

Does this blood give her the prophecy skill?

Or, even advanced prophecy is only part of the expression of this bloodline?

At this point, Lan En somewhat understood Aisnas idea of asking Ciri to drink the water of Broklon and then take the opportunity to cast a spell.

Geralt looked at his teacher and Lan En without any trace, and then took out the Wolf School necklace from his collar.

Touch this, Ciri.

Wow! the little girl opened her mouth wide, What a scary wolf, it even has fangs.

As she spoke, Shirley's fingers came close to the necklace pendant. Before she could fully touch it, the necklace started to "squeak".

It moves! Ciri muttered: Its magic, right?

"Yes, this is magic. Ciri, you will lead the way now."

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