Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1 1. Lane
The sound of "cracking" horseshoes came from the winding and rugged road.

It is neither near nor far from the village, and it is mainly used as farmland for farmers.

On the edge of the field, the dog began to bark vigilantly, while the cat seemed to sense something, and disappeared in a flash after blowing its fur.

The brute has always been sensitive to magic and magic.

In the direction of the sound of hoofbeats, there was a worthless old horse with a young man on its back.

Lan En held the rein tightly and steered his mount seriously.

Waylon, belonging to the great northern country - Temeria, is the poorest province.

At first glance, the vegetation looks lush and colorful, but any decent person who spends two hours here will know that this is a disgusting place like shit.

Under the dense vegetation, there are swamps and miasmas. The abundant aquatic plants have nurtured many creatures, but they cannot provide convenience to humans.

In other words, these overgrown and multiplied "creatures" are much more dangerous to ordinary people than swamps.

Inaccessible swamps, poor villages, rude bumpkins, and monsters popping out of nowhere are probably the only impressions people have of this place.

Tired farmers in the fields raised their heads, and the strangers passing by were the few things they talked about in their poor lives.

So the farmer looked carefully at the passerby.

His face was pale with exhaustion, but he was still energetic.

The facial features are very different from those of humans on the mainland, the eye sockets are not deep enough, and the bridge of the nose is not straight enough, but he looks handsome and has good skin.

However, compared with those non-human races that are excluded and discriminated against, such as elves, dwarves, and gnomes, they clearly belong to "human beings".

Probably some kind of human coming from a place so far away that even the king can't pee?
That's better than the goddamn non-human races, too.

The farmer leaning on the hoe first snorted twice, then tilted his head and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm towards the ground.

The cheap blue cotton armor was black and shiny, and even some of the cotton on the waistband of his trousers was popping out.Cowhide boots, without thickened soles, are also cheap. Although they are hard on the feet, they can walk freely on the ground anyway.

Having a sword is normal in Velen.

But, a sword carried on the back?
Even farmers know that no one can carry a sword like a bow.

How can he pull it out when he cuts people?

The farmer was about to smile sarcastically. Although he didn't even have a pair of shoes, there were not so many rules for "sneering".

But the next moment, he saw the pupils of the young man approaching.

"Cat, cat's eye! Mutant freak!!"

The sarcasm turned to panic, and the farmer cried out, backing away as if beholding some terrible contagion, some appalling filth.

Even in the process of regressing, he fell on his back, and his hands and feet kept retreating.

The iconic feature of the witcher - a pair of cat's eyes.

The mutant warriors created by the warlocks of ancient humans in order to clean up the monsters, the original noble vision and occupation have become plague-like crowds in the eyes of modern people.

Lan En sighed insignificantly, and he could only persuade himself in his heart: Come on, the magical Middle Ages is also the Middle Ages.

Ignorance is always accompanied by malice.

Those amber cat eyes cast a sideways glance at the farmer on the ground at the same time.

Immediately, Lane began to tighten the rein and control the horse.

The old horse is docile and not strong.But he was also starving, and had only learned how to ride for a week.

If you are thrown directly on the horse, you can count as "learning" if you fall off the horse and whip the whip directly.

"Sorry~"

The farmer's dog is black and white and loyal.

Even though the old horse's hooves could almost crush it to death, it still rushed straight at its master through the gaps in the horse's hooves.

It took Lan En a lot of energy to keep this loyal dog from getting hurt.

He was even panting a bit in the hungry state.

But when he saw the puppy rushing towards his master alive and kicking, he still heaved a sigh of relief.

But just as the dog was about to pounce on its owner, a slender black shadow brushed past Lan En's legs.

"Whoosh!"

"Wow!"

The sound of breaking through the air was sharp and frightening, and the lively and loyal dog burst into blood and screamed in mid-air.

A crossbow bolt shot in from the back waist and protruded obliquely from the front chest.

The dog didn't respond to its owner, but its nervous and twitching body hit the farmer's feet.

The farmer has been frightened silly.

Lan En's slightly relaxed expression suddenly tightened, turning back to a block of cold ice, and his body froze together with the old horse.

A tall and majestic figure, riding on an equally strong horse, walked past Lan En's side unhurriedly.

The man's beard and hair are vigorous, like a humanoid brown bear.

But his face without emotion was like a piece of ice without emotion.

Two swords are carried on the back.

He was wearing a solid and delicate composite armor.

Chain armor, leather armor, iron armor, and cotton armor were assembled alternately to form a calf-length robe.

A pendant of the head of a roaring bear dangled around his neck as the horse walked.

And his eyes are exactly the same as Lan En - amber cat's eyes.

The man bent down on horseback, and when passing by the farmer, he grabbed the tail of the crossbow bolt and pulled the dog's body up from the field.

It was hard to imagine that a person wearing an armor of at least [-] kilograms could make such smooth and agile movements.

Gouzi's body was still twitching nervously, and the dying whimper from his mouth was desolate and tragic.

But he didn't even look at it.

With a "puchi" sound, he pulled out his own crossbow arrow, wiped it off the twitching dog's skin and put it back in his pocket.

And the dog's body was directly thrown to Lan En.

The worn cotton armor was even dirtier.

Teenagers can feel the passing of life in their hands.

He still can't get used to this feeling. No, it's better to say that in order to retain the reverberation of his past life, he refuses to lose his sensitivity to this feeling.

But Lan En just twitched his masseter muscles slightly on his face, so small that it almost seemed like an illusion.

Immediately, the expression on Bai Jing's face turned into nothingness just like a man's.

"Pordon, what are you going to do with it?"

"That's our lunch."

Paul Dong's voice was as unwavering as his face.

"Dog, easy to catch."

Dogs are a genetically compromised species with humans. Even if humans don’t like dogs, they still think they are cute or healthy.

At least - there will be special treatment emotionally.

But in Bordong's words, he only regarded it as a piece of meat.

Lan En's ice-like face didn't show the slightest abnormality, and he drove his horse to keep up, "We shouldn't be conspicuous anymore, Boerdong. You know what's going on now."

Lan En's hands were trembling slightly, but this did not affect his movements of hanging the dog's body on the saddle hook.

The hook is often found in the butcher's butcher's shop. It is a tool used to hook in the meat for hanging or carrying.

For the group of witchers, it is more used to hang trophies.

Bo Erdong seemed to be reminded by Lan En's words, his cat eyes without any fluctuation turned to the farmer who was limp in the field.

The farmer's pants were suddenly damp.

"You're right, I'm wanted, so."

Turning over from the horse with the sound of "crash" from the compound armor, instead of pulling out the sword on his back, he drew out the dagger hanging on his chest.

He wanted to kill someone.

Lane recognized this immediately.

And he couldn't be more clear, for a witcher who has no emotions, only money and physical needs are left in his life.

Killing a living human being to cover up his whereabouts is really not something worth hesitating about.

The young man was also expressionless at this time.

The stumbling one also got off the old horse and walked quickly to Boerdong.

And the farmer seemed to have a little guts, and at this moment he was holding his hoe tightly with an almost collapsed expression.

Although he was so frightened that he couldn't stand up, he was somehow intimidating.

"Wait, Bordeaux!"

Lane stopped the farmer when Bordon came within two meters of him.

The young man was careful not to touch his armor, remembering that after he touched it last time, Bo Erdong broke three branches on his body.

If there is a next time, he bluntly said that he would chop off one of his hands.

In his eyes, that set of bear school armor is much more valuable than himself.

"Let's stop for a moment, we can't just kill him like this. Killing him is a trace, isn't it?"

But even so, Lan En still stopped in front of Boerdong.

His expression was still indifferent, as if he didn't care about a farmer's life at all, and was only thinking about the itinerary of the two of them.

Boer Dong put on a sullen face, and retracted the dagger after a little thought.

The witcher's mutation robbed him of his emotions, but not his brains.

Lan En turned his head to the side and breathed a sigh of relief.

After weighing briefly, Bo Erdong turned his gaze from the farmer to Lan En, and suddenly spoke.

"How is your Yaxi seal practice?"

It is one of the five magical tricks of the witcher, used to disturb the minds of creatures.

Lan En, who turned his head sideways, his cat eyes shrank suddenly, and then returned to normal.

When he and Bo Erdong looked at each other, there was no trace of him.

"No, I'm not proficient. I don't even have much time to practice. You are responsible for arranging the training, you know."

Lan En's tone was natural and flat.

"Yes." Bo Erdong scratched his bushy beard and nodded, "You only need to be familiar with the Kun En seal now."

The Queen's Seal is used to protect against physical damage.

The man walked straight past Lane, this time the boy was out of the way.

Looking from behind the man, a magical aura flickered, and then the farmer's nervous expression became dull.

"You didn't see anyone just now, and your dog ran into the woods by itself, and you dared not go in."

The words that seemed to be set came out of Bo Erdong's unwavering mouth.

Until the farmer nodded sluggishly, he passed Lan En without hesitation, turned his head and left.

Lane followed, delaying for a few seconds with his clumsy mount.

Bo Erdong knew how bad this kid's riding skills were, so he didn't look back.

But, only in these few seconds.

The boy's cat eyes glanced at the dull farmer, while his left hand made a vague gesture.

The aura of magic was condensed into an inverted triangle in front of his gesture.

That is a mature and perfect Yaxi sign rune!
The farmer's muddy and confused eyes suddenly changed slightly.

"Good luck, bad luck."

"Oh, no."

Withdrawing his gaze, Lan En mounted the horse lightly and silently. I am afraid that the best rider in the world is no more than this in terms of horse control.

The amber cat's eyes narrowed slightly in the shadow of the backlight, that kind of plain determination... like a tiger in prey!
"Good luck to both of us."

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