Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1419: 1391 Entering the city

Chapter 1419 1391. Entering the city

At the crossroads leading to Gos Velen, which happens to be the end of a medium-sized forest, there are nine wooden poles nailed to the roadside, with a large wheel placed flat on them.

Something was tied with rope to the spokes and rim of the wheel, and crows and vultures stood on it, lowering their heads to tear and raising their heads to swallow something.

Because of the height of the wooden pole, it was difficult for onlookers to see it with their own eyes, but judging from the smell, there was no doubt that it was a corpse and could not be anything else.

Ciri covered her nose in disgust and turned away on the horse.

"What a wonderful scenery." Ye Naifa leaned forward slightly on the back of another taller horse, sighing sarcastically, tilting his head and spitting out saliva that seemed to be contaminated by the smell of corpses.

She completely forgot that a few minutes ago, she had scolded the girl for doing the same thing.

"The scenery is unique and the smell is pleasant. But why should it be set up in the wilderness? Aren't these things usually placed beside the city walls and gates, kind sirs?"

Perhaps it was Yennefer's thick black hair that spread out, revealing her identity as a sorceress in the land close to Goth Velen.

Or maybe it's the beautiful thighs that highlight the plump and slender outline of the horse's flanks even though he's wearing hunting breeches.

Anyway, a traveling merchant on the side of the road who had just rested and was re-harnessing his packhorse responded enthusiastically.

"These are the Scoia'tael, noble ladies. The elves, that is."

"In order to scare those Scoia'tael who are still alive, these poles will be erected outside the forest instead of at the base of the city wall."

"Does this mean that these elves were still alive when they were put here?" Yennefer frowned and asked.

"Few Scoia'tael are willing to be captured alive, madam." The Traveling Merchant explained, "Just like people like us will have the courage to give ourselves a slap on the neck when encountering the Scoia'tael."

"It is true that there are some captured alive, but those Scoia'tael members will be taken to the gallows in the city, tortured and tortured on the spot, and then the inhuman races in the city can live in peace for a few days, but the vast majority are still dead, and the corpses I was dragged to this place and dealt with.”

"Ha." Yennefer smiled incomprehensibly and said in a small voice that was just small enough for Ciri to hear clearly, "They don't let us practice [Necromancy], saying that it will destroy life and insult the dead. But now?"

"Madam, what did you say?" The traveling merchant was so far away that he couldn't hear clearly.

"No, it's nothing. Let's go, Ciri, this stink is almost sticking to my clothes."

"I think so too!" The girl rode quickly around the merchant's truck, "Let the horse run faster!"

In fact, the girl is now a little afraid of Yennefer's cold expression. After all, the girl has already known before that this beautiful sorceress who often teaches her a lesson and makes her have a rebellious mentality is also a quarter of an elf. Bloodline.

They drove the horses forward at a trot, and soon there were more and more pedestrians on the road.

More merchants and passers-by carrying heavy bundles of firewood were left behind.

Yennefer took off the reins with her hands at this time, their speed slowed down, and Ciri next to her held the reins of the two horses and controlled the direction.

In front of Yennefer, above the neck of her horse, a small mirror was floating there out of thin air, keeping its relative position still.

The little girl's curious and awed eyes secretly glanced sideways from time to time.

Leaving a group of rough-hewn demon hunters and letting a sorceress take over her magical education really allowed Ciri to learn things that she couldn't learn anywhere else.

She is beginning to understand the power of magic, a power that is not the same as a warrior's force, and is learning to revere it.

Yennefer's seemingly messy but extremely charming curly hair requires a lot of time and energy to take care of.

"Ha, I understand! Do you want to dress up before going to town?"

The little girl's excitement was only met with a perfunctory 'hmm' in front of the sorceress who was focusing on putting on her makeup in the mirror.

"I want to dress up too! Comb my hair, put on makeup and stuff!"

"no."

"Why?!"

"We are on our way in disguise, and the journey is not over yet."

"Disguise?" Xili muttered unconvinced, "You're pretending to be a disguise? Are you just dressing yourself up?"

"The city we are going to is called Gos Velen." Yennefer finally moved her eyes away from the mirror and looked at Ciri with a smile, "There, I don't have to disguise myself, or in other words, I should be just the opposite. But You, you can't make any impression."

"But whoever is staring at you will definitely see me! We are so close!"

"Ha. I'm just afraid." Yennefer once again showed her unique, mysterious smile mixed with some cynicism.

She looked the girl up and down with squinting eyes: "At that time, no one will notice a bud that has not yet bloomed."

As she spoke, she took out a glass bottle from the bag on her horse. After opening it, the scent of cloves and currants wafted out. She put her hand in and seemed to get something on it, and then wiped it on the corners of her eyes and neck.

On the drawbridge in front of the city gate, there was a long queue of riders and livestock carriages. Just when Xili wanted to complain, there would be a long queue.

But Yennefer had no intention of lining up honestly.

She sat proudly on the horse, her back straight, and she squeezed forward. Her eyes only glanced over people's heads, and she refused to move down a few inches to look at their faces.

But those people at the city gate now gave way and bowed their heads in salute.

The guards wearing mail and cotton armor noticed and immediately let her go, and used the wooden poles of their spears to hit those who were slow to give way.

"This way, noble lady, this way!" shouted a guard. He looked at Yennefer, his cheeks flushed. "You go this way. Get out of the way! You bunch of country bumpkins!"

The guard captain came out to check the situation, his face was gloomy and angry, but when he saw Yennefer, he immediately blushed, opened his mouth, and then bowed deeply.

"Dear Madam!" He was a bit disobedient and just looked at the sorceress intently. "What can I do for you? Lead the way? Escort? Or find someone?"

"No need to bother," Yennefer said calmly, "I just want to go to Xannide Island to stay for a few days."

"Of course, ma'am." The guard just now muttered, switching his left foot and right foot, but he could not take his eyes away from Yennefer.

Xili tried her best to straighten her chest and raise her head, but found that no one was looking at her.

They quickly passed through the long line of people and entered the city wall.

Shirley asked reluctantly: "Did you cast magic on them?"

"No." Yennefer turned away, looked at the girl and chuckled, "I cast a spell on myself."

Shirley exclaimed almost uncontrollably.

Yennefer's eyes were shining with violet light, her face was bright and dazzlingly beautiful. It was a provocative, dangerous and unnatural beauty.

"Take control, Ciri. Don't let your horse step into another puddle on the side of the road."

The girl's face turned red and she turned around: "I just want to clean the horse's hooves."

"It hasn't rained heavily here for a month. There is only swill and horse urine in the pit, but no rain."

"Ah!" Xili suddenly shouted, "Tell me, why do you use magic cream? Appearance is just that to you."

"This is Goth Velen." Yennefer reiterated.

"The prosperity of this city is thanks to the wizards, and you have seen our status here. But I don't want to introduce myself or prove my identity. I would rather let them recognize me at a glance."

"But why are we here?" the girl interjected.

"I've told you this before."

"That's not a positive answer! I understand, you want to send me to some academy or orphanage, right? I won't go!"

"Shut up, turn left ahead, someone is watching."

"That's because they are looking at you! Not me! I'm not going to any academy! You promised to stay with me all the time, and now you plan to leave me? I don't want to be alone!"

"I never wanted to leave you!" Yennefer turned her head suddenly and looked at the girl very seriously.

He was even so serious that his serious eyes diluted the teasing and charm brought by magic.

Xili failed to understand the complex and profound emotions in those eyes. She only thought it was harshness, and then turned her head away with some fear and disapproval.

Yennefer took a deep breath: "Suck~ But now you need professional and systematic magic education, which only Aretuza can give you. I am an excellent graduate, but I am only a person."

"And you won't be alone in the academy. There are many apprentices your age there, and you will have many friends."

"I don't want friends! I just want to be with you. Besides, I thought we"

"What do you think?" Yennefer turned to look at her.

"I thought we were going to find Geralt," Ciri raised her head provocatively, "I know exactly what you were thinking all the way and why you sighed every night."

"That's enough!" Yennefer hissed, her angry eyes almost making Ciri's unconvinced face bury in her horse's mane, "Don't go too far. Do you need me to remind you? You are immature and naive now. You’re stupid, you’re not old enough to disobey me!”