Chapter 355 The Gaze of the King of Orthopedics
"Name."
"...Yar."
"Where are you from?"
"I..."
"Think it over before you speak." Gede narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the hesitant and thin boy in front of him. .
The subsidies Rann gave to the witchers were so good that young people from all over Cintra flocked to the capital during this period, and even many people from neighboring countries came to try their luck.
Gede was free recently and rarely had the time to wander around the sect's new location. He happened to see the Witcher Collection Office registering candidates, so he came over out of curiosity.
Yaer looked at the tall bear-like man in front of him, not daring to look into his amber vertical pupils.
Some people among the onlookers quickly recognized Gede and exclaimed.
"It's the captain of the maritime guerrillas, [Sea Bear] Master Gede!" "
It's said that his skin can't even be penetrated by a crossbow. When he charges, it's like a wave sweeping over the enemy!" "
Look at that arm, look at that Thighs, and those beautiful scars! That's what a real warrior should look like!" "
I wonder where the captain of the forest guerrillas - [Anaconda] Master Leisuo is? It is said that he is the only one who can match the size in size. A master who can compete with Master Gede?"
"If I can become a witcher, can I also become like Master Gede?"
The people of Cintra's admiration for the witcher is obvious.
Gerd scratched his head. He used to think that the courtesy he received in Skellige was rare in the world, but he didn't expect that it was even worse in Cintra. He still hasn't been able to adapt to it.
He calmed down and looked at the young man in front of him. He looked about fifteen years old.
"You don't look like you come from a poor family." Gede looked at the other party's neat clothes. "The palm of your hand doesn't look like it has held a sword, but it looks like a hand holding a pen. Such clean hands are rare in Sintra today. It's rare."
"Answer the question honestly, kid, this is not a place for fun."
The young man took a deep breath and hesitated for a few times, which made other people waiting to sign up a little impatient, and Gede shouted After shouting a few words, the situation was stabilized.
"My name is Yael, and the name is right." Yael finally whispered, "I am from Elland."
Elland is a principality affiliated with Temeria, but the problem does not lie here.
Gede looked at Yael with a scrutinizing gaze: "As far as I know, the Temple of Meriteli is also in Elland. Looking at your frail appearance, you don't happen to be an apprentice there, right?" Meriteli Temple is also in Elland
. Li is also one of the main faiths in the North, and her status in Temeria is equivalent to that of the Eternal Fire in Redania. The difference is that the Meliteli Temple has an exact goddess, and the temple priests are not as deeply involved in politics as Shapete and others, but focus on worshiping the goddess.
Yaer's identity is as Gede expected: "I am a trainee scribe of the temple. I am literate and can calligraphy... I understand ancient runes and ancient languages..." "Ha, a young man with a bright future.
" De patted the registrar and motioned for him to cross out Yael's name from the list, "You should become a priest or scholar in the future, not a demon hunter!" "Master, master, please listen to me
. ." Yael was anxious, "When Nilfgaard invaded before, I wanted to join Temeria's volunteer army, but the battle ended too quickly... But believe me, I believe Nilfgaard will definitely It will come back again. This is the inevitable law of the historical development of war..." "
When the enemy steps into the country and the motherland is threatened, no one can stand by and watch." The young man's originally hesitant tone suddenly became sonorous, "And the demon hunter... …I want to be like the masters and Duke Lannister, and become the force that protects the North."
It seems that this is another young man influenced by the name "Lion of the North". Gede rubbed his brow, Lann's reputation in the North was getting bigger and bigger.
"Wait a minute, I remember Geralt told me that he spent some time at the Temple of Meriteri when he was young - have you heard of this name? You don't know him too, do you?" "Master
Geralt I hadn't entered the temple yet when I came." The admiration in Yael's eyes became even stronger, "But Aunt Nannik mentioned him to me, and I have also listened to many poems and songs about him written by Master Dandelion... "
Nennik is the high priest of the Meriteri Temple. It is said that he taught the young Geralt and even treated his injuries. Geralt mentioned her when he was drinking and chatting with the witcher, and there was no lack of respect in his words.
As for this kid...heh, now it seems that he was not only influenced by the male lion, but also by the white wolf.
Gede shook his head, slipped a hand from Yael's back collar and grabbed him. There seemed to be a caravan coming from Temeria recently, and this boy probably got in from there. He had to throw this boy back.
Witchers do not take on apprentices in this way. If it doesn't work, just wait until Geralt comes out of the training cabin and let him solve this problem.
Behind Gede, the crowd did not cool down because of this episode, but became more enthusiastic because of Gede's brief appearance.
More teenagers, teenagers, and even children under ten years old, led by their parents, flocked to the registrar.
In the future, there will be many fighters with double swords among them, fighting to protect mankind.
——
"Qiang" The lion-headed silver sword was unsheathed, and with the impact of the horse, it cut the ghoul in front of him in half.
House adjusted his body, the lion's head badge jumping on his chest.
With a slap on the saddle, he suddenly flew up from the horse, and rushed into the remaining group of ghouls with a powerful and heavy jump chop. Relying on the thick armor to eat a few sharp claws, dodging a few sneak attacks towards the eyes and neck, stepping forward and twisting the waist, with big arms and elbows -
[Spiral Sword Dance]!
Swish, brush, brush!
The three ghouls' chests were split open like chopping melons and vegetables, and blood poured out like rain on their waist, abdomen, and back.
One lap, two laps, until the third lap, House finally couldn't maintain the balance of his body and continued the sword dance, so he simply gave up his posture and lay down directly. After falling to the ground, he rolled up in an attempt to exit the battle circle.
"Hey——" Two child-sized ghouls roared and were about to pounce on House and bite them. Suddenly, an eagle-headed sword stretched out from behind and pierced them with a few clicks.
Looking at the neat look, the sword wielder's swordsmanship is more suitable for killing monsters than House, who was trained on the battlefield.
House looked up and saw the half-grown Leo grinning at him, the eagle head badge on his chest shining brightly.
Before he could say anything, one arrow after another passed through the gaps between them like strokes. One arrow after another seemed to be a continuous stream, killing all the remaining ghouls in an instant. clean.
"Milva!" House shouted dissatisfied.
The female archer did not speak, but raised her eyebrows proudly, then lightly knocked the horse's belly and took a step back, revealing Lann with a stern expression behind her.
The expression on his face didn't look good, and House immediately lowered his head guiltily.
During this trip to Temeria, Lann did not rush along with his head down, but wiped out several monster nests along the way for the purpose of training his troops. In the process, he gained the gratitude of a group of nearby villagers.
In addition to Lan, the current demon hunters in the team also include House, Leo, and Milva, who completed the mutation not long ago.
Among them, Milva and House were awarded the lion's head badge by Lan and joined the Lion School established by themselves; Leo retained the identity of the Griffin School, on the one hand to fill the vacancy left by Lan's withdrawal from the school, and on the other hand After all, Leo was brought out by Kelda and Jeroen, and he has feelings.
However, after knowing that Lan En was going to travel far away, Leo was left to Lan En by two old griffons, and they all regarded it as this young man's [Mountain Trial].
At this time, Lann stared at his attendants and juniors with stern eyes: "A lot of monsters have been eliminated along the way. Why haven't you changed your fighting style?" "House, this is how the sword dance is used
. Is that so? Just spin in a circle until you can't stand still. If you can't kill the enemy, then kill yourself? You belong to the Lion School, not the Cat School!"
The attendant lowered his head.
"And you, Leo and House, have a fighting style that was honed on the battlefield. I don't care; but as a traditional demon hunter, why are you so reckless when fighting? You have teammates watching your back, so you don't care. Have you left yourself a way out? And where is your seal? You are a gryphon!"
The young man also lowered his head.
"Then Milva..."
The female shooter raised her head, her eyes bright.
Lan thought for a moment: "Keep it up, don't imitate them."
"Yes! Your Majesty the Duke!"
The remaining guards consciously surrounded the monster's body, skinning it, collecting mutants and other biological materials, and a few more Individuals explore the monster's lair side by side with extremely skillful movements. Lann took this opportunity to rest his team and gave Black Wind some water. The horse bumped into its owner in dissatisfaction. It had just wanted to rush out and challenge the ghoul several times, but Lann wanted to train his troops after all, so he forcibly held it down.
"How far are we from Vizima?"
Hearing the Lord's question, House immediately looked up: "We have already passed the Ismina Valley. According to the distance, we will arrive at dusk today."
Lan nodded.
Finally it worked a little bit again. The attendant breathed a sigh of relief, hoping that the Duke could soon forget his recklessness in the battle just now. It is true that his mentality has become somewhat unbalanced recently due to his sudden increase in strength, and his style of play has become much more aggressive.
"House."
"Yes!" The attendant stood up straight reflexively, expecting to be scolded again.
However, what came to his ears was the Duke's teasing voice.
"You are eighteen this year, right?"
"Yes."
"Very good." Lann nodded, "Then it's time to find a wife."
"...Sir?"
"Exactly, Uncle Mossack is ready to confirm The fertility status of the new witcher." Lann solemnly ordered to House, "You have to take this matter to heart." You know,
as for the mutation effect of the new witcher, it was originally just a guess. "There is no reproductive isolation between demons", and male and female demon hunters can reproduce.
But when Yada became pregnant with Lann's child, everything changed.
Mossack made a bold assumption: The new witchers based on Lann's mutation can also have children with humans. From now on, witchers will be no different from ordinary people!
Hypotheses are put forward and naturally need to be verified. Looking at House who looked embarrassed, Lan smiled secretly in his heart.
He had more on his mind. These first batch of attendants who followed him have been fighting for him all over the world, and they almost regard wielding the sword for themselves as their only goal in life.
But they regard themselves as a tool, and Lann himself cannot accept these loyal efforts like nothing. Even if they don't need it themselves, Lan will arrange for them the treatment they deserve, such as titles, property, marriages, etc.
Thinking like this, when he turned around, Lan saw Milva's shining eyes again.
And Triss looked thoughtful behind Milva.
——At
dusk, the dark golden sunlight shines on the shores of Lake Vizima.
As the capital of Temeria, Vizima is also a port city, located at the intersection of important trade routes.
The merchant ships coming and going docked, shouting and unloading.
But their roaring voices suddenly quieted down, because a quiet team that was countless times more powerful than them slowly passed by.
They held their breath. There were still blood stains on the armor of this heavy horse.
And after seeing the appearance of the leader clearly, their chatter could no longer be muffled.
"That's Duke Lannister... [Lion of the North]."
"Yes, the gryphon cloak, the sun-like light golden semi-long hair... and that temperament and aura, there is absolutely no second choice in the north. Personally."
"It's exactly the same as the paintings in the poem illustrations." "
I think the paintings on the newly released Gwent cards are already very impressive, but I didn't expect that I would be even more heroic..."
Lan En ignored it and passed through large and small cities along the way. He no longer cared about this kind of onlookers.
House, on the other hand, was a little vigilant to prevent the people around him from doing anything rude and offending his Duke.
"Sir, the people in the capital have exchanged letters with Vizima a long time ago. They know that we will come today. But now that we are all armored cavalry, it will be a little difficult to arrange it. Maybe the meeting with His Majesty King Foltest will have to wait until tomorrow... ..."
Before House finished speaking, the badges on the chests of the demon hunters suddenly began to vibrate.
The portal opened ten steps in front of the team.
Looking at the warlock coming out, Triss looked surprised.
Keira Metz was still wearing her favorite blue and purple top with Carreras pattern. The neckline was open to her lower chest, firmly attracting the attention of the male creatures around her.
She first smiled at Triss, and then saluted Lann respectfully: "Duke Lannister, your news was delivered to the outposts along the way. His Majesty has been waiting for you for a long time." The Orthopedic King seemed a little impatient to see him
. It’s your turn.
Seems a bit unkind.
This is nonsense.
Lann rubbed the reins: "Then I'll ask Advisor Keira to lead the way, and then settle down my team."
...
Vizima Palace and Lann have not changed much since last time, and the reception room has not changed much from last time. .
King Foltest still had that handsome face that could be described as beautiful, sitting by the stove warming himself without saying a word.
The bartender pulled out a seat for Lan and was kicked out. Then Fuertestai waved his hand and drove out more than a dozen guards in the room.
"Your Majesty..." The leading knight looked at the lion-eyed man in the room who was the most brave and brave man in the north and hesitated to speak.
"Get out." The king's tone was unequivocal.
So there were only two people left in the room.
The flame burned in the fireplace, and the fragrant wood exploded with a "crack", filling the air with a good smell.
An awkward silence fell in the room.
Five breaths, ten breaths, twenty breaths...
Lann pursed his lips. Now he naturally knew the reason for the atmosphere.
No matter how you say it, it’s all your own fault. Lan planned to give the old man opposite him a step, cleared his throat, and planned to say something first.
"Your Majesty..." He even used honorifics.
Then as soon as Lan opened his mouth, Foltest interrupted Lan in a hurry as if he had been waiting for this moment.
"It's revenge." The king's voice was stiff.
"Um...what?"
"Or is this your conspiracy, Lannister?" Foltest turned around and gritted his teeth.
(End of chapter)