MTL - Astartes of the Bear School-Chapter 803 785 Kaer Morhen

Chapter 803 785. Kaer Morhen

"Alright alright."

Berengar stared at the dim sky with dull eyes.

“A girl with the legendary ancient blood, the only surviving orthodox heir of the Cintra royal family. Let’s not talk about the ancient blood whose function is not yet clear. Do you know what her blood and family represent?!”

“She has the claim to be Queen of Cintra, has the right of succession to the Skellige Islands, is the Princess of Brugg and the Duchess of Sodden!”

“If all the titles she holds are fulfilled, then a northern country comparable to the four northern countries will appear on this continent in an instant!”

Lan En, who was on Qilin's back, was not very interested in this.

"But it's obvious that the Wild Hunt doesn't care about these claims and inheritance rights at all. They only care about the ancient blood, which is conservatively estimated to be the power of blood that can travel through time and space."

"Yes." The old demon hunter glanced sideways at Lan En beside him, with contempt in his tone.

"Compared with this, the girl wants to lock you in the room for a week. It's not outrageous. Tsk, tsk, tsk, how old are you this year? A beast!"

 “Don’t blame me, Berengar!”

 Although their speed is mainly limited by Poppy, Poppy is also a good war horse in his own right.

“There are countless profound mysteries in this world, and pursuing them blindly will only lead you to a life of confusion.”

Berengar nodded indifferently.

 “Heh, that’s hard to say.” Lan En smiled.

"She is the owner of this magical bloodline. If she is not willing to seek more help from me 'at this time', then I can only think that even Ciri herself can only reach the right age corresponding to her age. Live freely and interact with others during your time.”

"Although if she is really Shirley, then I should indeed be responsible for her. But it is about time. This is too profound. We don't know what the consequences will be if we have too much contact with a 'future person'."

"The person who said this is a 'woman' who is at least twenty years old! I am not interested in little girls at all, thank you."

Berengar didn’t care about Lan En’s rebuttal and just touched his chin.

 “Okay, anyway, the little girl doesn’t like the old man.”

 That is, the edge of the civilized world.

"Looking at how miserable she is, she must have had a hard time, right? She can't even eat enough, and her legs and feet are not feeling well. If we go back and look for her now."

“I don’t recommend doing this.” Lan En shook his head.

"Didn't you notice, Berengar? The chainmail she was wearing at the time, the rings were all made of Valyrian steel, and they were different from the original version. I also had [Turbid Current·Destruction] 】I just recognized it.”

“I don’t know if anyone else in the world could have expanded the Valyrian steel version in a few years besides you.”

They often spend the night resting on ledges or caves in the wilderness, fearing that the Wild Hunt may possess some supernatural means of tracking and implicat others in an encounter.

So Berengar was also confused: "Are you saying that my relationship with that little girl is still, not bad? But we haven't met yet."

So after walking on the road for nearly a month, switching between land and water, they finally arrived at the northeastern corner of Kaedwen.

“And that woman shouldn’t have run far yet.”

Lane pointed to the two swords on Berengar's back, which were the so-called "original" Valyrian steel.

“Time, time, who can say it clearly?”

—

 After an encounter with the Wild Hunt, the rest of the journey went smoothly.

Lan Enze defended his innocence righteously.

However, the long period of stability and tranquility later made the demon hunters understand that although the Wild Hunt seemed to be able to run through time and space, they could not find their targets as they pleased in the material world.

 At least at the level of tracking, they don’t seem to have the witcher profession.

 Led by Berengar, they could tell their direction by the gray mountain walls and snow-covered mountaintops.

 Although it is already early summer, there is still snow in high-altitude areas that persists all year round.

Arrived at the end of the forest, a wide valley stretched across the witcher, and the boulders scattered in the valley spread to the steep hillside on the other side. The "River of White Stones" Gwenrich flows through the center of the valley, with foam floating among the boulders and logs floating down the river. This is the upper reaches of the river. The Gwenrich River is just a wide stream, not very deep. It doesn't take much effort to wade across the river.

Even Qilin didn’t want to put his hooves on the water, but waded directly into the water.

 Only when we reach the hinterland of Kaedwen's borders does the river turn into a roaring chasm.

 The air is fresh and the sky is clear.

Compared with the rainy days in Willen, this is enough to make people feel comfortable.

After turning a small corner and passing through a dirt **** and a dense pine forest, some tall and broken castle towers emerged from the mountains and forests in the distance.

 “Kaer Morhen.”

The old demon hunter, who had not been back for more than a hundred years, looked at the tower and whispered with a complicated expression.

He endured the mutation here when he was young, learned hunting, and always wanted to escape from the fate of a witcher and escape from this 'demon cave'.

 But now, he has become famous. If he wants to, he can really become the first demon hunter in history to die of old age in a hospital bed.

When he returned to Kaer Morhen at this time, he felt angry and disgusted, but at the same time he felt nostalgic and relieved.

 In short, it’s a very complicated mood.

The flannel ball was lying on Lan En's shoulder, holding his little paws and looking into the distance.

In its heart, the school of witchers is the kind of place that can cultivate powerful warriors. Although it is said to be in decline now, it is still good to pay homage to it.

  Along the way, the calico kitten also fought some monsters in this world in the wild.

 It performs very well.

Although evil ghosts and water ghosts are ugly and disgusting, compared with the environment in the Miasma Valley in Fongbangqiu's hometown, they are still quite normal.

 The kitten was very cautious when killing these monsters, which is an excellent quality.

Lan also figured out the current level of flannel ball during this process, and the Mentos teaching plan has been sorted out.

 Just waiting to find a time to arrange it.

"let's go."

Berengar withdrew his complex gaze and drove the wave forward.

Although the witcher's castle seems to be right in front of you, seeing the road in the mountains doesn't mean you can walk it.

 “Are you sure there will be someone inside at this time?”

Berengar is still worried.

"We of the Wolf School rarely stay here except for the winter. After all, this was a military castle from the beginning. It is not comfortable for people to live here. When you wake up in the morning, the bones of the demon hunter will be frozen solid."

“But no matter how uncomfortable it is, isn’t this the only place Ciri can go after being taken away by Geralt?”

 Lan En is quite optimistic about this.

“You also know Ciri’s identity. A girl as valuable as her, and Geralt is not stupid, how can he let her show up outside?”

"And the Child of Destiny remains in the castle. Even if Geralt is not here, you Wolf School must leave someone here to take care of her, right?"

Berengar smiled noncommittally.

 “Then let’s take a look.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the gate of Kaer Morhen appeared in front of him.

 (End of this chapter)