Astartes of the Bear School

177 Chapter 173. 'Neutral'

Lan En led the pack horse and followed Margarita towards the Tavern of Dark Water.

The face of the blond beauty in front is between joy and anger.

Lan En could understand Margarita's mood.After all, when she was in Arethusa before, she had already made it very clear that if Vizima's itinerary was not smooth and the enemy was too strong, then go back.

She hoped that Lan En would put her own life as the first priority.

But the young man did the hard work of killing the entire estate of Earl Stessa without saying a word, and it definitely didn't fit this kind of order.

Although for Arethusa College, this further highlights the precious value of Lan En itself.

But when Margarita treated Lan En, she always put her dean's status in the back row.So, as Dean Aretuza, she was angry at Lan En's actions.

As soon as the two of them reached the entrance of the tavern, Berengar, who seemed to have no signs of injury at all, greeted him.

"Hey! You have been out for more than ten days, where did you get such a big guy?"

The old witcher was standing by the wall with his hands folded on his chest, watching the alien pack horse walking pathetically with a huge mandible on its back.

Although obvious signs of weathering can be seen on that mandible, the lines and sizes still converge into a ferocious aura.

The distance between the two ends of the mandible is as long as a whole horse, and the pack horse does not pant much, showing the light quality of this bone.

"This shape is... keel?! Such a big dragon, my God?!"

Although he fled the profession of a demon hunter because of his lack of talent for adapting to combat.But in the end it was a demon hunter who had been systematically taught by the wolf school.

I have never killed a dragon, but I have at least read the monster illustrated book.

As if he didn't see the face of Margarita who was walking ahead, Berengar moved closer to Lan En and looked at this piece of Bellerion's mandible.

But after getting closer, the old witcher lowered his voice and raised the corners of his mouth.

"You kid hooked up with Margarita Laux Antill?! She has been in a bad mood waiting for you here for the past few days. Let me tell you, although everyone knows that sorceresses are difficult to deal with, as long as you Put her on the bed in a while."

The corner of Lan En's mouth twitched faintly.

He really thought that Berengar came to see the keel!

I came here with you to be a little helper in love!
And what kind of primitive love method is that? !

Margarita can hear you!

The mutation brought about by the magic power of chaos on the female sorceress is far less profound than that of the witcher, but after they use magic, they are even more sensitive than the witcher.

At this time, Ms. Margarita was looking at Lan En with a playful look.

That look wasn't the anger of being talked about behind someone's back, but a kind of eagerness to try?

Lan En is a little uncertain. Anyway, it's good not to be angry!

The young man avoided Margarita's staring eyes and led the pack horse to the stable.

Then he sat at the long table in the tavern with Berengar and Margarita.

"I thought you were going to leave first."

Lane asked Berengar as he sipped his cold Kaedwin stout.

The beer is hand-frozen in Margarita.

Berengar could not enjoy the treatment of using magic ice cold beer, and was drinking a glass of room temperature with his mouth curled up.

"I'd like to go, but."

As he said that, the old witcher glanced at the head of the Magic Academy who was sitting next to Lan En.

Lane nodded silently.

When he was going to expel Dagon, he only told Berengar that he would send Alia away, but he never thought that he would also go to another world.

He disappeared suddenly, and Berengar, the last contact, would definitely not be able to leave.

If Margarita didn't hold him down, Triss would probably come over and hold him down.

"Sorry, buddy. I wasted your time." Lane clinked a glass with Berengar apologetically.

The old witcher didn't seem to care.

"There is no difference between people like us, but we have a lot of time. It can't be said that it is not wasted."

"By the way, what about Triss?"

Just thinking of Triss, Lan En asked.

I disappeared for more than ten days inexplicably, the situation in Vizima should not have changed in such a short period of time, right?

A theory is a theory, but Lan En couldn't help but worry when he thought of the red-haired sorceress' enthusiasm and obtuseness for politics.

Berengar opened his mouth, but Margarita's slightly hoarse voice immediately took the conversation away.

"Merigold, she is like a fish in water in Vizima now. It's just that she has a close relationship with you, which has advantages and disadvantages. I came here this time not only to find you, but also as a neutral magic force invited by the royal family of Temeria. Come to dismantle the teleportation coordinates left by Merigold in this village."

"Foltest and you have reached an agreement of 'not entering Vizima', then they will not leave such mistakes as the portal. Merigold wants to come here, or ride a horse, take a boat, or Otherwise, try your luck by randomly opening portals."

Lan En was a little strange when he heard this.

"There is a problem, Rita. Triss is from Arethusa, right? Please neutralize the magic power, and you have to find Ban Ade College, right?"

Arethusa are all sorceresses, while the famous Ben Ade Academy is all sorceresses.

Margarita raised her slender and charming eyebrows slightly.

"It's true that Merigold came from Arethusa, but now everyone knows that she wants to sleep with you. Foltest's intelligence department is a little deeper. They know that I also want to sleep with you. So Yes, I am definitely neutral."

"Cough cough!"

Lan En choked on the bold words of the sorceress.

"Rita!"

"Okay, okay, don't act like a shy boy who hasn't eaten meat, didn't you say you wanted to try with a succubus?"

Hearing this, Berengar across the table looked at the young witcher with a look of admiration for a warrior.

That was the second time he looked at Lan En with this kind of eyes after the Stessa Manor was rescued.

It seems that in the era when he was active as a demon hunter, the succubus, a creature that sucks the essence of men, was still a very scary thing.

So much so that he couldn't imagine such a game.

Lan En could only turn his head in embarrassment.

"Is Foltest's intelligence agency so powerful?"

"Otherwise? Otherwise, why do warlocks attach themselves to the kingdom?"

Margarita waved her hand indifferently. She is not interested in politics, but she knows something about it.

"Throughout the ages, no archmage has been able to use spells to control everyone's thoughts and make society run according to his own will. But kings have done it with gold and titles. Who is more pervasive, needless to say?"

Lane mentally reassessed the king who had found the hotel.

Not only is he bold, direct and delicate on the surface, but he is also very meticulous in his secret thoughts.

"Alright, anyway, I might never see them in the future, people who play with power. Instead of talking about them. Berengar, you once said that you wanted to open a blacksmith shop, right? That is to say, you Have some confidence in your forging skills?"

"Me?" Berengar didn't know why he was involved again, but he still expressed it directly.

"'Have some confidence'? Boy, there are not many people in this world who have been blacksmithing longer than me, even if they are dwarves!"

Berengar's tone was full of confidence.

Lan En nodded, pulled out the keel dagger presented by Eddard Stark from his back, and placed it on the wine table.

"Then please take a look at this."

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