Chapter 1402 1374. Mentally exhausted
Lan En's return to Arethusa was not concealed, but he did not show any trace when he came to High Hill Castle.
There are too many places in Willen with harsh terrain and environment. There are not many people in these places, let alone spies and spies.
It is unlikely that you will happen to be seen and recognized on the road outside in the wilderness. In the castle, Lan En was also very relieved about the Ember Knights.
They were the troops he brought out personally after following him through the battle against the Nilfgaardian army in Cintra.
Needless to say, there is no such thing as controlling the leakage of information. The handymen, grooms and other people in the castle assigned by Temeria have already greeted Lan En and made arrangements as soon as they arrived.
The news of their coming to Gaoqiu Castle must have not leaked out.
"But their estimate was good." Lan En took his eyes out of the observation hole on the castle wall and turned to Triss with a relaxed smile. "I really won't show my face here."
The sorceress looked at Lan En in confusion.
"Wait, let me confirm first. You should know that since the other party has already reached this step, he probably dared to do it because he was confident, right?"
Triss crossed her arms and tapped the toe of one foot on the stone floor of the castle as a signal.
"There are only sixty knights in this castle. Even if they are Ember Knights, even if they are fighting an advantageous battle to defend the city, there are still only sixty."
"And depending on what you mean, ten of these sixty people are not participating in the defense."
"Hey, are you sure you don't need a mage's help?"
At the end of the sentence, Triss smiled playfully.
She thought Lan En was joking with her.
On the battlefield, the original position of the mage has always been the fort for attacking fortresses.
It is even more important on the battlefield of defending the castle.
In the palace of Cintra, it was rumored that Archdruid Mossak, who was serving in the palace at the time, used his magic to defend the palace gates against the Nilfgaardian army for a period of time.
But the witcher shook his head easily, indicating that he was really not joking.
"If they are really the fanatics in the Knights of the White Rose, then they must have bypassed the Holy Council and did these things in private."
"And if I do it here, the effect will be a bit too good, too eye-catching, and it will hinder my next plan."
"As for the warlock?" Lan En looked at Triss, "There will be no warlocks on this battlefield."
"The Eternal Fire despises witchcraft and supernatural powers. They will only prepare enough magic-blocking gold, but will not find a warlock who can smash hailstones."
"They think that the magic-blocking gold can restrain my connections among the warlocks. This is indeed good. But it's not good for them."
The red-haired sorceress nodded: "It seems you do have a countermeasure."
"It's not really a countermeasure." Lan En smiled easily and showed a slight distance between his two fingers, "It's just a small accumulation."
"Speaking of accumulation." Suddenly, the hand of the sorceress who was smoothing her hair grabbed the braided hairstyle on the back of her head, shook it slightly, and her long burgundy hair fell down.
Her eyes also fell on the demon hunter opposite, fiery and unabashed.
Geralt had a very good physiological alarm clock. He was one step ahead of Lan, and stood on the stage wearing breeches, boots and a linen shirt.
He was half sitting on the solid wood railing of the high platform with one leg hanging down, turning sideways to look back at the knights' training.
"Did you sleep well, White Wolf?" Lan En said hello while placing his hands on the railing and looking down. "It's a little strange to say it, but this is indeed the first time I sleep in this castle that belongs to me."
The young demon hunter twisted his neck to stretch his muscles, but with this simple movement, the bulging muscles had already highlighted their powerful outlines under the skin.
It gives people the oppressive feeling of a large machine warming its engine.
"I'm not picky about where I sleep, I'm used to it." Geralt's recognizable hoarse voice said calmly.
The cold wind in the autumn morning in the remote countryside of Willen had no effect on the extremely tolerant demon hunter.
Lann's shirt and Geralt's shirt even had their collars open.
It's just that the dense leaves outside the castle were blown by the wind and fell off a lot, which was mixed with the spots of sunlight filtering through the shade of the trees.
"But on the other hand." Geralt folded his arms and still sat on the railing with his **** half pulled up. "Do you have a misunderstanding about the sound insulation performance of your castle, Sir Lann?"
He smiled teasingly, stretched out his hand and patted the railing: "Stone castles built for war do not have the soundproofing layers of residential castles."
Seeing that the young witcher curled his lips and said nothing, Geralt did not bother him.
He himself was no better than Lan En. When he and Yennefer met for the first time, they encountered danger and were crushed under the ruins of a hotel on the street.
The two of them were so excited that they had just solved the crisis, and they had a good impression of each other, so they just had **** under the ruins in broad daylight.
It can only be said that sorceresses and demon hunters don't care about other people's opinions and rumors.
So only in terms of 'playing', Geralt can still point at Lan En and laugh at him for being 'young'.
"But I remember Dandelion also described it to me: the sorceress's character is like a red-hot iron, bursting and hot, and when two red-hot irons sandwich someone between them, the scene is terrible."
"Anyway, I just can't figure it out. Someone actually enjoys being sandwiched between sorceresses."
"Aren't you?" Lan En shook his head strangely and looked at Geralt, "I remember that you also had entanglements with many female sorcerers. Of course you know what I mean, not counting Yennefer."
"The situation is different." Geralt turned his head uncomfortably, "We are just having sex, not falling in love. Yennefer doesn't care. But look at the way Triss looks at you, you and Triss are not hiding anything. Did you come with a margarita?”
As he spoke, his expression became strange: "Man, that woman's magic is no joke!"
But the person involved waved his hand: "Dandelion's analysis of the sorceresses is very reasonable. He is worthy of being a literature professor at Oxenfurt University, but he is a little too accustomed to viewing contact with sorceresses from an ordinary person's perspective."
"A piece of meat placed in the middle of a red-hot iron will certainly look terrible. But me." The young demon hunter pointed at himself and smiled: "It's a piece of steel."
Geralt looked at the smiling Lan En and was silent for a while before smiling bitterly: "When I see you, I always feel that I am really old."
"You are just worried about Ciri's mood and the current messy situation has made you mentally and physically exhausted." Lan En comforted him, "That old guy from Berengar is still full of energy!"
Geralt just smiled, not knowing how useful Lan En's persuasion was.
But then, a unique collision sound came from below the high platform, attracting the attention of the two demon hunters.
"Dang!!"