Chapter 993 975. Departure


    The extremely difficult love affair between Geralt and Yennefer, in Lann''s opinion, is that Geralt feels that as a despicable and deformed ''mutant'', he is not worthy of his high social status and luxurious wealth. Sorceress.


    ??Geralt''s most profitable commission so far is to help Foltest remove the vampire bird curse from his daughter, Princess Yada.


    Afterwards, Geralt exchanged the reward for a small bag of gems, and wanted to give the gems to Yennefer.


    But according to Lan En’s estimation, the bag of gems was only Yennefer’s monthly income.


    ??After all, the cool sorceress who loves black and white clothes runs a popular magic cosmetics store in Aedirn.


    ??Ladies rush to buy magic creams, hoping that with the help of magic, they can regain their charm and let their husbands return to their big beds at home from their lovers.


    ??Moreover, it is said to be a magic cosmetics store, but it actually also deals in abortion and assisted pregnancy.


    The former allows ladies to play with their lovers without any worries, while the latter helps nobles continue their bloodline and power.


    ?Just by listening to these business projects, one can imagine how profitable Yennefer’s store is.


    ??There is a huge difference from the witchers who earn little money by fighting monsters to death in villages, urban slums, and garbage dumps.


    ??Geralt''s sensitive heart has always made him feel awkward about this.


    Lan En had teased him about this "awkwardness" before, but now it was the Wolf School''s "revenge".


    “Haha~chee.”


    Lan Enpi responded with a smile, and this expression made Geralt even happier.


    ??Geralt''s equipment at this time has been updated with his work in Arethusa.


    ??A complete set of Wolf School armor blueprints collected from around Kaer Morhen were reproduced in Berengar''s hands.


    ??It was a set of middle-weight armor, with the inner layer made of fine chain mail and the outer layer made of cooked leather covered with cotton armor.


    ?The leather armor on the upper body is made into a jacket style, and the lower body is in the style of breeches. Knees, elbows, gloves, and boots are protected with steel.


    ??A wide leather belt slung across the chest provides a large number of hanging points for potion bottles and alchemy bombs, making them suitable for easy access.


    ?At first glance, it looks like the style of a witcher from the Wolf School.


    Did not wait too long, the waves rippled under the increasingly turbulent sea wind, and the originally sunny sky began to become gloomy.


    ?That fish-scale cloud began to descend and spread.


    ?At the coast, the ancient trees in the land of Velen also began to sway under the dim sky, and the green branches and leaves turned into black shadows, like ghosts with teeth and claws.


    ?After leaving Goth Velen as a commercial center, this ancient and gloomy land finally revealed its true appearance.


    ? ? Velen is never affectionate, it is a muddy, predatory swamp.


    ?There may be large areas of bright, beautiful flowers and green grass growing on this swamp, but its cruel nature is just like every ghoul that emerges from the mud.


    The dark sea surface once again stirred up a white wave, quickly approaching the shore.


    Qilin is wearing a full set of magic horse gear and has a wrapped flannel ball on his back.


    “Hello, Geralt!”


    ??The kitten warmly greeted the witcher who had hunted monsters side by side on the back of the unicorn that had just stopped.


    ??Geralt had just suppressed Lan En with his mouth, and he was in a good mood. So he responded with that hoarse voice.


    “Hello to you, flannel ball. I’m glad to see you’re okay.”


    After a brief exchange of greetings, Lann got on the back of Qilin''s horse and ran side by side with Geralt''s carrot.


    ??The two of them were wearing velvet **** and waterproof hooded cloaks.


    The gum on the outside of the cloak smelled of sawdust in the humid air.


    “This is for you.”


    Lan En took out something from his waist and handed it to the side. The hooves of Carrot and Qilin walked on the muddy road.


    ?It is already raining a little bit in the sky, I believe it will get heavier soon.


    ??Geralt turned his hood, reached out and took the thing from Lan En''s hand, put it in front of him and looked at it.


    “A dagger? I have it.”


    ??Geralt has a lot of daggers and knives on his body, or it can be said that every warrior has a lot of these things on his body.


    ?Two should be inserted on the waist, one should be inserted in the boot opening, and one should be hung on the thigh.


    But Lan En shook his head.


    "Not for you. Are you going back to Kaer Morhen? This is my gift to Ciri."


    “That’s it?” Geralt played with the sheathed dagger in his hand and said sarcastically. "Although Kaer Morhen is remote and poor, we can''t even afford a small dagger."


    Before the words ‘I can’t give it to you’ came out of Geralt’s mouth, his voice suddenly stopped.


    ?At the same time, in the shadow under the hood, the slightly shining cat''s eyes were fixed on the dagger in his hand.


    Obviously, this senior demon hunter, who had been active for decades and would continue to be active in the future, felt something was wrong with his body.


    “What’s the situation?”


    ??Geralt pressed his leather-gloved fingers into the stubble on his chin.


    ?There should have been a small opening three millimeters long. It''s like popping a pimple to make it bleed.


    It was in an elf tomb. When Geralt was avoiding the teleportation slash of the demon spirit, although he avoided the rusty blade of the demon spirit, he was hit by the small gravel smashed by the sword blade and hit his face. Hang out. There were so many large and small, inconspicuous or inconspicuous wounds on the witcher’s body. If Geralt hadn’t been unable to shave this morning because of this small cut, he wouldn’t even have remembered that he had any injuries here.


    But from the time he got the dagger and talked to Lan En, the wound was gone in less than three minutes.


    “The specialties I brought out from the last meeting of the heaven and earth.”


    ?Lan En held the brim of his hood and spoke calmly.


    “This dagger was forged using a sacred gemstone, which can bring continuous healing power to the holder. It’s not strong, you have felt it just now.”


    “There is also a sword skill above, if Ciri is smart enough”


    ?Lan En turned his head and thought about it, then said with a smile.


    “Ha, she has always been smart enough.”


    “This is too expensive, Lan.” Geralt said with a slight frown, wanting to shirk it.


    He has never been very receptive to other people''s kindness, otherwise he would have enjoyed it with Yennefer.


    But Lan En''s words easily blocked him.


    “If it’s not valuable enough, I’d be embarrassed to give it away.”


    "You think I have the right to know Xili''s current situation, then I also think that I need to take care of her."


    ??Geralt pursed his lips, and finally put the parrying dagger back into his cloak.


    "I accepted it for her, and I will hand it over to her when the time comes."


    Lan En nodded to him under his hood and said nothing more.


    In fact, Lan En was not worried that the blocking dagger would not reach Ciri''s hands due to some accident.


    After all, he had already seen the adult Xili with this thing on his waist.


    —


    The roads in Willen were as muddy and rugged as ever. Even on rainy days, it was difficult to distinguish between the fields and the roads.


    On both sides of the road, you can still see broken and decaying wooden frames from time to time, including small carts and tarpaulin carriages without the bones of horses.


    Happily thankfully, there are no human bones or traces next to these traces.


    ?Lane and Geralt can only hope that the owners of these frame wreckage are indeed sober enough to make a wise choice between the value of the goods and their own lives.


    ?The rain stopped and fell, and the only thing that remained unchanged was the heavy dark clouds in the sky.


    Fortunately, as witchers, Lann and Geralt are accustomed to the humid climate of this land.


    ??As residents of the New World, Velvet Ball and Qilin are very tolerant to the natural environment.


    “Wait, this doesn’t seem to be the way to Novigrad.”


    After walking on Willen''s road for a while, Geralt realized that the direction was not quite right.


    The road condition in Wellen is very poor, and there are swamps hidden under the grass that looks walkable from time to time, so detours and circles are normal.


    “Yes.” Lan En held the brim of his hat in the drizzle and turned back to answer.


    "Brother, I''m almost bankrupt. Can''t you let me find funds to save my assets first? It won''t take long for the capital chain to break."


    “Looking for funds?”


    ?Geralt was stunned.


    ? Lan En’s current situation is actually very optimistic from a financial perspective. He is surrounded by people who can spare a lot of cash and give it to him.


    ?? Aretusa and Siledon''s hometown bank, even if they opened an opening for Berengar, 32,000 Oren would come out just by asking.


    The Valyrian Steel business is really very profitable.


    But if Lan doesn’t want to speak to others in this situation, Geralt doesn’t really want to have the remaining options.


    “You mean you still have spare funds? Are you kidding me?!”


    ??Geralt exclaimed in disbelief. Lan En''s previous property was already something that all witchers couldn''t believe. But this guy actually still has a reserve fund?


    Since Lan En is not going to talk to others, it means that what he is looking for this time is his money.


    The young witcher shrugged.


    “It’s my fault that I didn’t tell you everything beforehand. Your schedule shouldn’t be urgent, right?”


    “It’s not urgent, but it’s not urgent.” Geralt shook his head under his hood, as if he couldn’t figure out how a demon hunter like Lan En could appear.


    “Tell me where you are going first?”


    "In the south of Velen." Lan En sat on Qilin''s back, his arms under the cloak raised, pointing in the opposite direction to Novigrad.


    “There is a castle there. Although the main structure of the castle is still there, the construction time is estimated to date back to the Dagger War in the 11th century. It is an old house.”


    “An old castle?” Geralt was still confused. “What does that have to do with you? Did you bury a box of Oren coins there?”


    “Tsk, Geralt, Geralt.”


    Under the hood, Lan En repeated his friend''s name in a tone that was either emotional or sarcastic.


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    (End of this chapter)