Bear School Astartes Chapter 580 - 582. Should... be able to, right?

Chapter 580: 582. Should... be able to, right?

As the Demon Hunters returned here, in front of a dirty yellow tent.

In this dark forest, many people barely opened their eyes or struggled to stand up.

Pairs of eyes were watching them, among the crowd there were old and young, n and won.

People wearing Sintra clothing, and Skellige people wearing blood-stained, scabbed ragged furs, as well as Terians with the white lily emblem on their clothes.

Their eyes carried trust and dependence, yet also anxiety and panic.

The forr mainly directed at Geralt and Ged, while the latter was aid at Lann.

Until Ged stepped forward and reiterated his earlier words here: "This is a friend from my class, he’s here to help ."

Afterwards, Lann cooperatively pulled out the roaring bear’s head emblem from the bear fur collar of his armor, signaling them to see.

Then Geralt, Ged, Dandelion, and even Ciri walked among these people, saying trivial things like "Are you alright?" and "Did you eat today?"

Only then did the panic in these people’s eyes gradually dissipate in these seemingly aningless conversations.

Lann’s handso face would usually draw attention wherever he went, along with his glowing silver hair like fairies, yet here he absolutely drew less attention than Ged, this bearded man, or Geralt, with his deadpan face.

Here and now, they outshined Lann greatly; they were the focus of everyone here.

The refugees cast their eyes full of hope and aspiration upon the two Demon Hunters.

In any other place, Demon Hunters would not receive such attention.

"I’d bet a thousand Oren that Ged wasn’t this nervous when dueling with the Bat-winged Brain Demon."

Lann whispered to Dandelion beside him.

Compared to the two Demon Hunters, the poet and the young girl were obviously more idle.

Dandelion shared a section of the blanket draped over his shoulder and placed it over Ciri’s head.

"These people are displaced, seeing no hope of survival along the way."

"They are not like soldiers who have undergone training, knowing how to use weapons and armor, or how to organize formations. They’re scattered and powerless, rely drifting like water plants in the river in this world."

"They can’t even trust themselves because they know their own weakness and powerlessness. So, they can only trust others, stronger people. Really, all they’re left with is trust."

The poet spoke in a rare tone devoid of slick talk and showing off literary talent to Lann.

"Geralt and Ged are considered ’capable’ in their eyes, likely also among the few in this group of refugees who genuinely care about them, so these people choose to trust them."

"Although we all know that Demon Hunters can’t actually handle several Niflgaard soldiers, if nothing else, it at least gives them sothing to cling to."

The dark fog is cold, speaking now would release precious warmth from one’s mouth.

Yet these refugees still whispered softly, calling "Master