Chapter 604: 606 keep up

Chapter 604: 606 keep up

Chapter 604 606. Keep up

Lan doesnt care about many things.

This is a difference that Geralt can clearly feel.

Many things that humans and intelligent creatures in this world care about are completely indifferent to him.

Just like today.

He didnt even symbolically cherish the aristocratic status that was enough for a family to strive for for several generations.

Gede also left.

Only these sixty warriors were left looking at Geralt longingly.

And what makes Geralt even more worried is that.

What are you going to do?!

You know it in your heart!

The little girl with mouse-grey hair pulled out a long sheathed sword from her backpack with great difficulty.

That is the Bear School steel sword made of ordinary material that Gede replaced.

The Xiong School's half-hand sword is larger and wider than the regular specifications on the market, and it looks more like a big sword in Xili's petite hands.

The little girl clenched her teeth, causing her apples to bulge.

Hakthos letter said, It is the duty of the Sintra people to resist the invasion! I am a Sintra person! I spat at him when I was leaving, and I want to apologize in person.

You will only cause more trouble if you go

Geralt pulled Ciri back with a headache, but saw the girl's emerald eyes.

Then his body stiffened.

Because those young and clear eyes do not contain unreasonable arrogance and childishness, but a kind of awareness.

She is serious.

That awakening was born from the mixture of anger, fear, and guilt over the misunderstanding of Huck Thor when his homeland was invaded.

Facing this look, Geralt clearly understood that he could not be persuaded.

Even so, Lincoln and they still showed rare restraint.

For them, ensuring the integrity of this war record is more important than their lives, and more important than their inner reluctance.

Geralt nodded, turned around and left with the others.

Did you see Lans expression when he turned to leave, Geralt? It was so beautiful!

The crowd drifted away as Dandelion's chatter became noisier and livelier again.

So, you like men now?

"No, I appreciate all beautiful things, but I only go to bed with women. Shirley, forget this sentence first and listen to it later."

Huh? Why?

"There is no reason. In short, this picture alone is enough for me to write a poem! How about calling it "Noble Fury"? I wanted to kneel down to him and tell the truth. I have thought about it, and the opening chapter One sentence will shock the hearts of the people: Let the noble wrath boil over! Let the holy war begin!"

"Look, this is the infectious power of a hero! He can awaken the bravery in people's hearts! Oh, of course. I'm not saying that our previous adventures were not heroic enough, Geralt. But you understand, right? It was your previous heroic actions. Its all a bit, uh, sophisticated?

I guess you want to say its not big enough, you can just say that. I can handle it.

"Aha! I knew you understood me! I am the one who can teach you to understand the slang among poets."

They left chatting and laughing.

At this time, the sky was showing the white color of fish belly, it was just early morning. The cold and wet mist rose from the woods, and the footsteps of the departing people crushed the fallen leaves and dead branches, making them appear shadowy.

Its like just going to a place in the forest and having fun.

Its like just going somewhere with friends for a date.

"Noble Fury." Beside Lincoln, a soldier looked at their leaving figures with envy. "I quite want to hear it."

"Yes." Lincoln held the tome he had recorded by his own hand and huddled tightly in his arms. As if saying to himself, "It will be heard, Master Dandelion will sing it himself. In the future."

The huge figure swept over the undulating slopes and passed through the dry but dense deep forest. He rubbed the hilt of the knife at his waist, and the refurbished alchemy leather bag hung on his waist.

Sir, please calm down.

The biological brain marked a red alert icon on Lan En's retina.

It no longer makes any playful jokes with its subject, but returns to a state of professionalism and precision.

Because just by looking at the emotional curve, it also knows what state its subject is in now.