Chapter 807: 789 Goodbye to the old demon hunter

Chapter 807: 789 Goodbye to the old demon hunter

Chapter 807 789. Goodbye to the old demon hunter

It sounds like you dont welcome outsiders, Mr. Lambert.

Lann put one elbow on the table and joked to Geralt.

Berengar curled his lips and made a comment: "There are always some thorns in every issue of The Witcher."

White Wolf seemed very relaxed: "Don't call him Mr. Lambert, his mouth doesn't deserve this title. Just call him Lambert."

The door to the main hall of the castle was opened, and figures of two tall and one short filed in.

As soon as the door was opened, Lambert's mocking and ironic voice came out.

Oh, yes, Lambert doesnt deserve to be called Sir. I think only our famous [White Wolf] Geralt is qualified to be called Sir, right?

The witchers' extraordinary senses allowed them to hear the discussions in the room before they opened the door and entered.

Lane and Berengar turned from the table to the door.

But in front of Lan En's body, she still looked like a petite doll.

He wears a black leather jacket, and underneath the leather jacket is a combination of close-fitting mail and cotton armor, and occasionally plate armor is embedded in important parts.

The workmanship is enough to make tailors who value this craft scream in horror and despair. Only a few items on her body were relatively new and well-fitting: knee-high boots, a belt.

There is a long and narrow scar on his face, and he has a short haircut, but his hairline has developed into an M shape.

Ah! Lan En!

Without a sword.

Standard witcher style equipment.

Wearing a one-piece leather jacket that is sewn or glued together.

Girls generally develop earlier than boys. Although Xili is only twelve or thirteen years old now, she is already about 1.5 meters tall.

But once the magic potion is used, when the poison accumulates in the blood vessels, it will not only accumulate near the eye sockets, but also remain on the scars.

On the side, the witcher carrying the dead goat was undoubtedly Lambert.

Although he looks much younger than Geralt, Geralt's hairline is much more optimistic than his hairline.

Lan En was taller than her even when sitting, so when Ciri rushed towards him, the young witcher just stretched out his hand, and Ciri easily ran into his arms.

Vesemir is still the same as before, wearing his stocky and sturdy hybrid armor. His rosacea seems to be a little worse than the last time we met, and he looks redder.

I didnt expect you to look like this now, Lan En.

The oldest known witcher looked up and down at Lan En, who stood up and said hello to him. The last time they met, Lan En's stature was far from that of a human being.

But Vesemir still welcomed him as the master of the castle.

"Welcome, Lan En. It seems that you have experienced many interesting things during this period."

He looked at the flannel ball that fell from Shili's arms and was busy arranging his helmet.

And this kitten, youre welcome too.

Thank you, meow!

Flannel Ball thanked him politely, which made the few people who just came in marvel.

Then, Vesemir's eyes turned to the other old demon hunter who turned his head away and drank by himself.

We havent seen each other for a long time, Berengar. Your craftsmanship is really outstanding now. Its no longer like the sword you used to make and it would break after two swings.

Vesemir stepped forward and patted Berengar on the shoulder, speaking softly and calmly.

How does it feel to be home?

When Vesemir's hand just fell on it, Lan clearly saw Berengar's body trembling.

No, this is not my home, its just a place with horrible memories.

Berengar said coldly.

Lambert had just put the goat he had beaten on the ground. When he heard this, he didn't even straighten up and he loudly agreed.

Ha! Youre right! This is a **** place.

But Vesemir and Berengar ignored him.

After a period of silence, Berengar handed the wine glass in his hand to Vesemir who was standing next to him.

During the conversation between the two old men, there was only the crackling sound of firewood burning in the huge fireplace next to them.

This is the only drink thats pretty good.

Vesemir looked at the old man in front of him, suddenly smiled, took the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.

You found my barrel of Nilfgaardian limoncello, but its not good enough. I changed the year on the barrel.

In Geralt's dull eyes, Vesemir said easily.

Do you really think I can be seen through by a little brat like Geralt? Hahaha!