Chapter 117 Lanen, do you want to become a god

"I'm a witch hunter, and there's no emotion," Geralt said, "and won't be afraid."

"That's good." Lane nodded, "Do you know I've saved a sorcerer recently? Her name is Triss."

Geral nodded: "I need to thank you for this, Lann Triss is a friend of the Wolf School and often provides us with help in magic.

Why, I've caused you trouble after saving her? Then don't worry, I will do my best to help you."

No, no, this isn't causing me trouble.

Lane nodded and shook her head again: "This is the thing: Tris is injured, so she needs to contact her fellow warlocks to help with magic, and you should also know that the warlock with the best relationship with her is Yennefa of Wengerburg..."

In Lan's eyes, the white wolf's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhole. The witch hunter, who had no emotions, was now in a crazy turbulent manner.

Geralt interrupted Lane directly: "She is coming? When?"

Lane pretended to look at the time and said, "I told Mossack the news in the morning. If you calculate the time... she should have arrived at Dun Canal now."

Geralt stood up with a slight sweat on his face expressionless face: "The road is far from Kelmohan, I think I should set off with Xiri as soon as possible. Where is Mossak? You can walk with the portal!"

Outside the town of Brochron, there are gathering places for simple construction for refugees.

How can I win over her? Such a beautiful and confident woman, I heard that she even rejected the title of royal consultant. Is there any way to win her favor?

The white wolf's expression finally couldn't hold back.

"He is in Brochron Town, I don't know you're coming. But I see Lane going back to find him excitedly, so I'll tell him."

It is said that all sorcerers are beauties, but the beauties in front of them are more beautiful than the beauties.

On the wall that was a distance away from the crowd, Lane looked at the praying crowd from afar, his mouth twitching constantly.

"Hold us and protect us..."

And I don’t know when—or from the beginning—that there were people who would draw three lion scratches on their clothes appeared in the places where refugees gathered.

Xiri lowered her voice and vividly imitated a man's whispering in a daze.

What is outstanding is that he has high subjective initiative and actively cooperates with management, and it does not cost Ranen a penny or consumes his energy.

In the background of the extremely passionate prayer, Lann felt a gaze gathering behind him. He knew it was Mossak.

According to their practice, if you don’t dream of lions at night, you will have ghosts. Who thought about the blessing of dreams? Is it for the purpose of having something to think about every day and dreaming about the night to play a role in this kind of occasion?

"Ah!" a refugee who was praying suddenly exclaimed, "I heard the roar of the lion, and the time I just finished praying, I heard it!"

The old druid listened to the prayer in the audience and looked at Lane's heroic back, and suddenly felt unrealistic.

Yennefa looked around and said, "That's right, it was Tris who told you, where is she?"

"As long as we pray seriously and sincerely contribute our strength to the revival of Sintra, the lion will bless you in your dreams at night!"

Xiri shook her head: "No, he never mentions his own affairs."

At this time, the sorcerer did not forget the purpose of her coming here. She came here from afar to save her friends, and even her injuries had not yet healed completely.

As long as she doesn't show Lane naked like Tris.

【People level improvement +1】

The only difference from normal refugees is that they gather together every morning when they wake up or fall asleep at night to pray to the shabby but extremely caring Sintra Three Lion Emblem Flag.

The upgrade brought about the improvement of basic attributes. The sudden enhancement of the body caused Lann to take a deep breath and also attracted Mossack's surprise gaze.

The sorcerer smiled even brighter, and then she saw Xiri staring at her eyes intently, and another smile suddenly changed to her face.

【Task-Homeless-Complete】

After praying, they will gather together, pity each other for the past sufferings to relieve each other, share the joy of their recent lives, and look forward to each other's future lives to look forward to each other.

"I dreamed of a lion last night!"

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But she is no longer the willful princess. She recalled what Lanen explained to her in her mind. They now need to win over the warlocks as much as possible. The sorcerer in front of her is the object of Lanen's name and attention.

"Ugly girl, do you say Geralt mentioned me to you?"

“…”

Yennefa sniffled lightly.

"Lann, I have to say..." Mossak carefully used the words, "You surprised me so much. This is not something that ordinary people can do... I was used to war when I traveled to the mainland, and they were the most hopeful and harmonious war refugees I have seen in hundreds of years."

The girl did not find that the object of her prayer was watching herself in a realistic sense. She continued to shout loudly to the people around her: "Let us pray for the last morning and then contribute our strength to the revival of Sintra!"

Yennefa's voice was slow and beautiful, and it seemed that Xiri's words did not arouse her emotional fluctuations at all. If it weren't for the serious matter, Xiri even hoped to listen to this nice voice for a while.

Everyone was energetic for a while, and knelt down in front of the three lions' flags, held their hands in front of their chests, and began to sing and praise together:

"May the lion lead us to your safe arms, hold us tightly with light, and protect us from the erosion of our souls by the black sun of the Empire..."

In the early morning, nearest to the Three Lion Flag, a simple but neat girl shouted loudly, and her words welcomed the envious eyes of those who gathered together to pray.

Xili thought to herself: Damn, this woman looks better when she smiles.

Looking at the rat-gray hair that was similar to the white wolf's silver hair, Yennifal said, "Okay, ugly... little girl, I'm starting to like you now. Let me tell me where Tris is, and then talk about it at other times - we have time in the future."

From top to bottom, from bottom to top.

"But he had drunk Brochron's water before, and was in a coma for several days, and kept calling your name." Cili said, "'Yenafa, Yenafa', sometimes he just called 'Yeni' or 'Ye'. That sound was simply engraved into my mind. Everything I heard in those days was like your name."

At the same time, Lanen saw a young man who fled to carry the salute to women and children, and the leading girl was also inviting many children who had just arrived at the resettlement site to her temporary shelter.

"I'm not listening to Tris," Cialis frowned. "I'm listening to Geralt. I'm his unexpected son, and I'm going to Kelmohan with him later."

"You said before that you were Geralt's unexpected son, right?"

The crowd was in an uproar, and everyone carefully distanced the refugee, looking envious, while the girl under the Three Lions' flag rushed forward excitedly, and the crowd automatically separated him a path.

They enthusiastically helped all the refugees around them, spontaneously maintained public order in the refugee area, and cooperated with the city guards who came to the door to discipline, and they knew everything about Lannister's retainers.

In addition to her appearance, the woman also exudes a dazzling self-confidence that cannot be ignored. This makes her look the most enviable in both her appearance and temperament.

Yennaef stopped searching for the gaze around him, and his violet-like eyes suddenly stared at Ciri and looked at her.

That girl... wasn't she rescued when she landed in Sintra before? Why did she become like this?

"Does Geralt know I'm here? Where is he?"

"Use your light! Hold us tightly! Protect us!"

Lann sighed, "I really want to help you, Geralt, really. But both Mossack and Shiri are in Dun Canal now, and didn't I say that Shiri needs the help of the warlock. Do you think Triss is better or Yennefa is better?"

It is said that they originally planned to paint a lion on their clothes, but were scolded by their leaders, because the lion is now a symbol that only the Xiri and the Lannister families can use, so they settled for the second best to draw lion claws on their bodies.

Cili wrinkled his nose and said angrily: "You are Yennefa? Yennefa from Wengerburg?"

"He heard the roar of the lion!" The girl patted the refugee's shoulders and chest vigorously, with relief in her eyes. Then she raised the refugee's hand and looked around and enjoyed the gaze around, "He heard the roar of the lion! The lion recognized him! The lion stared at him!"

"Wish! The lion leads us! Come to your safe arms!"

This is a task that the city guards have not yet made a free time to solve, but they did not expect it to be solved first.

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However, the next sentence of this beauty defeated Xili's favor.

As the little princess thought so, a face gradually emerged in her mind...

"Ugly girl, are you Sintra's princess? Where is the Lane who saved Trisse? I heard that he is also a witch hunter?"

Xili looked at the woman in front of her with caution, the most beautiful woman she had ever seen in her life.

The crowd became more and more excited. Many patrol guards looked here from afar, not only with no guards, but also had some vague recognition.

Xiri thought: It would seem good if this sorcerer had taught himself magic.

Yennaef raised his eyebrows and began to rise uncontrollably as he listened to the corner of his mouth.

I'm indeed watching you, but I didn't yell either (the fourth sound). It's impossible for only one person to hear it...

Not far away, Lane's mouth twitched even harder.

Xiri nodded.

Her appearance, her makeup, her dress, and the fragrance of lilac and currants she emits are all so perfect that they bring her the crown of "beauty".

Cili frowned, she wanted to scream now, and wanted to order the guards to cut off the head of the disrespectful sorcerer.

In the perception of the old druid, the momentum of the young man in front of him suddenly increased one level. Although it was only a subtle change, it was indeed an improvement.

this……

The prayer crowd, the stronger Lann, all this connection made the old druid suddenly think of a possibility.

Pupils suddenly shrink.
Chapter completed!