Bear School Astartes-Chapter 808 - 791: Physiological Issues

After explaining the most important matters, the simple meal became quite relaxed.

Lambert seems to not get along with Vesemir... or perhaps, his mouth, which habitually spills out mockery and satire, doesn’t get along with anyone. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Nevertheless, he still feels quite at ease in this castle.

To Lann, he seems a bit like the most annoying little brother at home; though annoying, he’s still family.

Ciri, on the other hand, has been well trained during this time.

She is now ingesting the cave fungus used by Demon Hunters before mutation, along with special herbal juice.

These indeed ensure the girl’s health, strengthen her muscles. The herbs guarantee the ideal metabolic rate and accelerate development.

Yet Lann, because of his biological knowledge, harbors skepticism about these seemingly beneficial things.

Not that he doubts the most systematically inherited herbs from the Wolf School, but whether these things are truly suitable for Ciri.

"These things are indeed good, but combined with the high-intensity training of Demon Hunters, they may cause abnormal muscle growth within her body, ultimately..."

Lann tried to speak subtly at the dining table.

"Even if you don’t intend to perform deeper modifications on her, certain maternal traits may be mangled, growth stopped by the training."

"If it really reaches that point, she might... blame you all in the future, understand?"

Lambert looked Ciri up and down with an expression like he’d seen a ghost.

"What are you talking about?"

Then got hit squarely on the forehead by a piece of bread thrown by Geralt.

"Where are you looking at!"

Faced with Geralt’s reprimand, Lambert shrank back awkwardly.

"No... do you think I’m some child-loving dog? I’m not the maggot from those cesspools!"

Lann looked at the awkward and shocked expressions of this group of big men, and he was also stunned.

"Haven’t you ever thought about this issue?"

Lann first looked at Geralt, seeing fear, regret, confusion... essentially a worried look that was in disarray.

Then he turned to Vesemir and Lambert, whose expressions also showed shame and fear.

Ciri sat next to Rong Buqiu, looking at everyone at the dining table without understanding.

With a ’pop’, Lann slapped his forehead.

"You’re planning to raise a little girl like this... wait! Do you not even know what a ’physiological period’ means?"

Lann’s question didn’t change the expressions of the three Wolf Demon Hunters, only deepened them.

"Oh my god..." Lann sighed almost in a low chant.

"Let me guess, when she gets older, are you planning to increase her training intensity to that of boys?"

"Spare them, Lann," Belengar glanced at the three and snorted.

"What do Demon Hunters know about little girls?"

"We only vent with women who have fully developed in bathhouses, in inns, or even brothels, never caring about what attention mature women need to grow to this point."

Actually in this era, probably no man frequenting brothels understands these things.

"Do you have any suggestions, Lann?"

Geralt asked restlessly.

But Lann opened his mouth too, unable to spit out a coherent response.

Because he only knows such occurrences happen in women’s growth, but not specifically what to do.

"You should really get a woman to help, Geralt."

Lann could only say this.

"Without a woman around, you’ll mess up Ciri’s body. I remember you know... a sorceress? Can you ask her to help?"

In fact, if it’s just to raise a girl, a regular woman would be enough.

But Lann and Belengar know that Ciri has clear supernatural powers from Ancient Blood, and such bloodlines may develop differently than regular girls.

So to be safe, it’s best to find a female warlock.

The White Wolf covered his head upon hearing this.

"Ah... Yennefer!"

Lambert, at this moment, seemed to enjoy the drama, shouting the name drawn out.

"No way out, White Wolf! For our ’Miss Destiny,’ even though you’re having a cold war, even though last time you hurt each other badly, you... uh!"

Before finishing, Geralt threw another piece of bread. Lambert, neither timid nor yielding, caught it with his mouth and continued speaking while eating.

"But now you have to call that sorceress!"

"Yennefer?" Lann pondered the name slightly, it seemed a bit familiar.

Mentos swiftly triggered his database, projecting an image to the host.

The woman in the image was alluring, her thick and dark long hair curled in waves, mature and captivating build and face, violet eyes, with a silk choker adorned with star-shaped obsidian around her neck.

"Oh, the name rings a bell. Is she the sorceress I rescued on Sodden Mountain?"

"Wait! Yennefer went to Sodden Mountain?!"

As Lann expressed his sudden realization, Geralt raised his head suddenly, shocked at the question.

And Lann’s expression was even more perplexed.

"Yennefer didn’t even tell you about this critical matter?"

"... Did you two really break up?"

Thus, during the remainder of the meal, Geralt became visibly uneasy and lost in thought.

Quite fitting to Lann’s assessment of his ’externally cold, but internally tumultuous and sulking’ nature.

In the end, Vesemir sheepishly asked Lann if he could find a female warlock to help, given his fame is always linked to Airetusa Academy in tales.

Those minstrels, who survive and profit by attracting attention, have directed his image in an evocatively fanciful direction through round after round of ballad renditions.

No escape, people love hearing this, the more you talk, the more you earn. It’s the market’s choice.

And Lann was equally speechless in expression.

"Those I can get to help include the Dean of Airetusa, the former Dean who’s now one of the five in the Wizard Association, and the Temerian Royal Family’s Magic Consultant... which one do you want?"

They wouldn’t pick any.

Actually, the mindset of the Wolf School group was clear to Lann.

If it’s merely aiding, they’d owe a favor and repay in the future.

But if the aid is too massive, they’d rather decline.

A very honest mindset.

"Alright, next I’ll personally adjust Ciri’s learning pace, ensuring her body won’t develop anomalies during this process leading to future regret for everyone."

Lann could only conclude thusly.

"But you truly need to find a female warlock to come, I can train her but I don’t know what to do about ’physiological periods’! All I know is ’drink warm water’."