Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 276. 275. Meeting in the Tavern
This hesitation and hesitation did not linger in Lan En's heart for too long.

The young witcher shrugged and pushed open the door of the tavern.

It seems that in the past few months, this tavern has received many distinguished guests that it should not have had the opportunity to receive, thus making the tavern owner a fortune.

When Lan En first arrived, the wooden door that leaked air from the joints of the wooden boards had been replaced by a one-piece heavy wooden door.

"A bottle of rye vodka, cold, not water."

Lan En greeted the bartender behind the counter who was wiping glasses, and walked towards a table by the window in the tavern.

Although it is already winter with few travelers, Dark Water is one of the few villages around Lake Vizima that has a passenger boat route with the capital Vizima.

Therefore, merchants wearing simple cloth hats, tights, and low-quality furs, as well as bards who still put all kinds of bright bird feathers on their hats in winter, as well as local villagers who are idle, still make the atmosphere of the entire tavern The excitement created.

The wooden walls of the tavern are hung with dry but still colored garlands and flower chains to show their belief in Meritelli.The warm color of candlelight, the steam from the food, and the aroma of wine give people a warm and reassuring feeling.

The singing of bards and the voices of people talking to each other made Lan En's entry inconspicuous.

On the table by the window, a red-haired woman who still wore light clothes in winter and showed off her beautiful figure was sitting with her back to Lan En.

As Lan got closer, the pendant around his neck began to shake.He can be sure that this woman must have a beautiful magic amulet that can be worn in winter and keep her body temperature.

Berengar, who was sitting across from her, was listening to what she said, but he was mainly crushing the grilled fish on the plate with a spoon in boredom.

As the heavy armor's footsteps approached, the old witcher glanced up alertly.

Then, that expression of being bored but unable to get away suddenly burst into laughter.

"Aha!"

"Look! Look! Our great hero is back."

The woman opposite Berengar spun around so hard that the bench beneath her hips crooked.

The red hair scattered over the face subsided after a while, not blocking the delicate face with the charm of a woman and the vitality of a girl.

Triss Merigold, Temerian royal advisor, Vizima's hottest political upstart.

She was sitting in front of Berengar and chatting casually, but in fact the expression on her face was exactly the same as that of the old witcher.

A sorceress who has political ambitions and hopes to make them come true through her efforts and influence.With an old witcher who left the profession for fear of fighting.

There is nothing in common between them, even if they count age alone, there should be several generation gaps between them.

It was only because of mutual friends that the two sat together on a regular basis.

If Lan En can express the awkward atmosphere in it——

'Your good friend brings in a friend you don't know, his friend.And while the three of you were playing together, your friend went to the toilet'

Belonging sounds extremely uncomfortable.

For Berengar - Lane's arrival saved everything!
"Oh! My dear Berengar, if you make fun of me again, I'm going to kick your ass with this boot!"

Spreading his hands, the young man first smiled cautiously at the red-haired sorceress, and then spoke to Berengar in a melodious tone.

The old witcher immediately drooped his mouth like a pit bull terrier.

The posture of getting up happily to greet him, sat down again halfway.

"Did you go to a poetry world this time? The bard who sang love poems is not as nasty as you were just now. Damn it, I have goosebumps!"

Lan stepped over the bench and sat carefully beside Triss.The sorceress' eyes had been fixed on him since she found him.

"Cough, huh. This can be regarded as an adjustment. The place I went to this time also specially learned the language. I just changed my language habits. It is normal to use too much force."

"That would be the best, otherwise I will tremble three times if I say a word to you."

Berengar looked Lane up and down with his long face, made sure that the guy had no missing arms or legs, and laughed.

The armor on his body has even just been professionally cleaned and maintained. It can be seen that he is doing well even in a different world.

His body has grown a lot, and his height is estimated to be 1.9 meters five.

Even for his age, that was growing too fast.

Because not only is he growing taller, but the muscle latitude of his entire body is also increasing proportionally.

One centimeter of height adds several catties of meat and bone to weight!

From the perspective of Berengar's professional blacksmithing, his armor is already a bit restrictive.

The old witcher looked at the eyes of the sorceress beside Lan En, and drank the wine in his hand in one gulp.

Tsk, this is not the time for an outsider to be here.

"It's getting late, I should go back"

The old witcher thought he was winking. After all, when Lan En first came back from another world, he behaved very well.

For this he had won himself a room in the tavern for a period of two years.

How about saying that the dean of Arethusa is rich and powerful!
How about he, a mutant with no stable income, can wait for someone in this village?
But this time, before Berengar could finish speaking, Triss, who was sitting next to Lan En, interrupted him first.

"It's still noon, Berengar."

While speaking, Triss' eyes were still facing Lan En's profile.

"Is that how you dealt with Margarita last time?"

After saying this, she looked away with a half-smile.

Berengar scratched his chin and sat back on the bench in embarrassment.

"Oh, so I'm a little proactive?"

"Use an affirmative, Berengar."

"Understood, I took the liberty."

Triss nodded in satisfaction.

"Don't worry, Lan En. I won't eat you, and I won't sleep with you. I saw that the tips of your ears were red just now."

"Margarita is a good friend of Yennefer's, and I am also a good friend of Yennefer's. If you have established a relationship with her, then I will keep a distance wisely. At least until the two of you officially blow."

"Although Foltest hinted to me that I hope I can maintain some relationship with you beyond friendship, but fuck Foltest! Who does he think I am? A woman standing on the street?"

"If you want to get close to you with physical pleasure, why don't you let his daughter come? Shit!"

The sorceress said very firmly.

To be honest, her mature and lively temperament makes her look pleasing to the eye even when she curses.

Berengar pouted secretly, indicating that he had never seen such a situation where nothing happened under the scorching eyes.

On the contrary, Mr. Lan, the honest young man of his first love, suddenly heaved a sigh of relief from his slightly restrained sitting posture.

The old witcher stared blankly.

It's not that you really believe her when she says that, right? ?

You are such a chick!
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(End of this chapter)