Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1174 1156. Nannick

This cave dug from the mountain is very different from ordinary caves.

The further you go, the hotter it becomes, without any shade as it should.

By the time we were completely inside, the temperature was already quite hot. And it was hot and humid.

Full drops of water hung on the moss-covered rocks and dark rock walls.

There are plants all around. They spread out from cabinets, flower pots, and sinks, competing for territory, causing the leaves and stamens to be contaminated with soil.

With just a quick glance, Lan En recognized many rare herbs, and even plants that had been declared extinct in Arethusa's library.

An old woman who was dressed similarly to Grandma Aurora, but whose body was more stout, was rolling up her sleeves and working among the lush plants with scissors and a bone stick.

The lighting in the cave turned out to be pretty good. When Lan En looked up, he realized that several large holes had been dug out and sealed with crystals.

"Aurora, you don't have to come down today. It's very hot here."

The fat old woman pruned the plants with vigorous and skillful movements. Although she said "it's very hot", surprisingly, she felt as dry as in autumn.

Standing up with the bone stick that had just been used to turn the soil, Sister Nannik turned her head to look at the entrance of the cave, and then raised her eyebrows.

"Aha." The rich old woman shook the bone stick stained with soil, "So there are guests?"

Aira stretched out her hand toward the cave greenhouse and looked back at Lan En. What this means is: It's time for you two to talk.

"If I'm not mistaken." Lan En nodded to Sister Aurora, then walked down the last step and entered the greenhouse.

"Is that the five-star leaf mignonette? And the carnivorous flower, the grass?"

Lan En lifted the hood on his head, looked at the rare plants in the cave with great interest, and asked Sister Nannick.

"At least half of the species here are extinct in the outside world."

"Humph." The fat old woman chuckled, "This is the first time I know that the famous [Hunter Lord] is so accomplished in herbal medicine?"

Lan En's hooded face passed through the junction of sunlight and darkness caused by the crystal on his head.

The change in light made his gorgeous silver hair shine for a while, then become silent for a while, and his eyes shimmered, and then returned to normal.

Plus the roaring bear head pendant that had slipped down from the collar of the cloak and was trembling slightly.

This is a demon hunter from the Bear School, tall and handsome in appearance.

Who else could it be?

Nennik completed the check-in process with almost no effort in thinking.

"No, I mainly study alchemy."

Lan En walked up to the wealthy old woman and saluted her.

"Good day, Aunt Nannick."

The old woman nodded casually: "Good day to you, Duke."

This kind of casualness is not a sign of indifference, it feels like he is getting older and doesn't care about things like identity. This may also include a detached attitude towards the world after devoting one's life to God.

And Lan En didn't care. After all, judging from her age, this kind and wealthy old woman looked at Geralt like a child, let alone a young man like him.

"It seems that the 'demon wind' in the Pontal Valley brought you here? Yes, except there, this place can be said to be peaceful now."

Just like Sister Aurora, Nannick immediately understood why Lan En appeared in the Principality of Elland.

"But you should go to Siward. He is the Grand Duke of Elland."

Nannik simply wiped his dirt-stained hands on the apron in front of him and said.

Lan En smiled and shook his head, just tapping his eyes with his fingers.

"Shiward's reputation here is not very good. Sister Nannike, you should still remember how White Wolf was treated when he was recovering from his injuries a few years ago?"

The rich old woman's brows suddenly widened.

"Oh, you knew about my place through Geralt?"

Her tone revealed Enron, as if the person introduced by Geralt was of course trustworthy.

"Then I can understand Siward's idiot, and the knights under him are all mentally ill."

"I should have stopped supplying him with the aphrodisiacs that time. Let's see how a man who can't even be hard can be so tough in his words."

The rich and kind-hearted old man said disdainfully about the Duke of this principality being here.

Lan En just smiled politely and made no comment.

Nannick took off the apron in front of him, placed it on a bench in the greenhouse, among some patches of sunshine, and led the way out.

"It seems that those stories are true? You, Geralt, Dandelion, and a man named Gerd supported each other on the battlefield of the last war?"

Nannick was speechless.

"It's not that I don't believe in songs and stories, well, I just don't. Especially when I know Dandelion. That bad boy wanted to gain some face for himself so that he could crawl into the lady's bed and mess around. Dare to make up anything.”

"Uh, Sister Nannick." Lan En's face also showed a bit of embarrassment, "Although I partially agree with you, Dandelion is also my friend."

The old woman smiled and turned her head as she walked up, and looked Lan En up and down again. "Well, it seems that you are indeed the kind of person they can see each other through."

Stepping out of the greenhouse, the temperature changes drastically. But Nannick seemed to feel nothing from the beginning to the end, and the roaring bear head pendant around Lan En's neck remained motionless because he left the magical greenhouse.

This phenomenon made the witcher look at the old woman thoughtfully.

"How many people did you bring here?" Nannick said as he walked, "I mean, how many people do I have to prepare food and accommodation for?"

"Ten people, don't worry. We won't be here long, and I'll pay for it."

"These are all small things." Nannick kept walking while waving towards the distance.

Then a girl in plain clothes trotted over. At this time, Lan En had already put on his hood again, so the girl didn't waste much time looking at him in a daze.

Nannick skillfully instructed the **** various matters, and with a few concise words, he arranged the board and lodging for ten people. There is also the storage and care of the war horses.

She has served the goddess in the Temple of Meliteli all her life, and no one knows and commands this temple better than her.

They passed by the main entrance, and Lan En raised his hand to greet the Ember Knights, Qilin, and Velvet Ball, so they quietly and orderly accepted the arrangements of the priestess apprentices.

"Is Geralt okay?" Lan En was a little surprised that Nannick could ask this question now.

"Physically and mentally he's doing well."

The witcher was very optimistic about the situation of his old friend.

"So." But there was hesitation in Nannick's tone, "What's his 'fate'?"

"Are you talking about his famous Child of Destiny?" Lan En considered his words, "Officially, we can only sadly think that Princess Xilia has passed away. The better thing is that she is still living somewhere. ”

There is no doubt that Nannick, as a partial insider, heard the overtones in these cautious words.

A slightly relieved smile appeared on her face.

"You seem to be very concerned about Geralt's fate?" Lan En felt a little interested, so he said keenly.

Nennik was silent for a moment, but then spoke out.

"That's because I was not very optimistic about his prophecy before. That prophecy was full of images of sadness and death."

As she spoke, Sister Nannike led Lan En to the back garden of the temple.

The flowers here are luxuriant and neatly manicured. It is quiet and stylish. Most importantly, there are no other people. It seems like a good place for conversation.

Although the temple can be regarded as the territory of Sister Nannike, Meritelli's teachings are tolerant and benevolent. There are also many believers in the temple seeking treatment and help from the outside world, or simple passers-by.

It can be said that people have many eyes and mixed views.

This is also the reason why Nannike needed to give instructions when arranging the food and lodging for ten people just now, because there are many people in this Temple of Melitelli at all times.

If not arranged properly, things will really get messed up.

"Geralt didn't tell me you could prophesy."

Lan En tilted his head and asked, which earned the old woman a blank stare.

"It's not my prophecy, it's 'telepathy' to be precise. It was done by Aurora. The two of them went to bed, and the contact between body and spirit made it very convenient for telepathy."

".Um?!"

The young man was in a daze at first, and then gradually became dumbfounded. Then Nannick seemed to react and quickly added.

"No! It's not Sister Aurora! It's little Aurora!"

"Oh~"

In this way, Lan En showed an understandable expression.

"In order to make Geralt telepathic, you asked the apprentice priestess to sleep with him?"

Nannick patted Lan En's arm gently and said displeasedly.

"Don't tell me, I feel like a brothel madam, young man. This temple is full of young and lively female apprentices who have never seen men. Usually workers come to repair things, and they can stand there happily if they bare their arms. Watch for half a day."

"Natural sexual desire is natural and beautiful, child. Geralt was strong and single at the time, and little Aurora was very interested in him. Plus she had psychic talents, so I left it alone. "

The young man shrugged. He was used to the world's openness in gender concepts. Moreover, Meritelli does not have faith in the concept of a virgin goddess. The images of pregnant women and old women in the three incarnations all have maternal qualities.

Therefore, priests and believers have no reason to abstain.

The last telepathy seemed to show a bad omen regarding Geralt and Ciri.

Not only is Ciri Geralt's unexpected daughter, but Lann also cares about her.

But thinking about the life they were living in Kaer Morhen now, it seemed there was nothing to worry about.

Although Lan En had never had much contact with Yennefer, he knew from hearing about it that she was a very powerful sorceress.

I guess one person can hold down both Geralt and Ciri, honestly.