Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 664 666. Fever

Foltest and Vizmir did hesitate at first, whether to reveal Lan En's actions in this war.

But this hesitation is just that their judgment was affected by their emotions at the beginning of their shock.

When their rationality regained the upper hand, they immediately realized a fact——

This special demon hunter, who else can match his personality and achievements?

The Northern Alliance Army is not a force that takes orders from any one person. This large army was formed by the four major countries in the north!

The various units, various commanders, and even the busy staff officers, secretaries, and affairs officers in the general command post are all mixed together.

If you want to hide it, you have to be able to hide it.

Not to mention the previous stages of the battle, let’s just talk about the last siege of Umbrella Mountain, with fifty or sixty thousand people participating.

Who hasn’t seen the demon hunter’s exaggerated and almost dramatic combat prowess?

How to seal the mouths of [-] to [-] people? At least Vizmir and Foltest didn't even dare to have this idea.

And this great battle itself will surely be recorded in history as a colorful event.

It is foreseeable that countless scholars and students in later generations will devote their lives to the study of this war.

If you want to keep silent about the witcher's achievements, it will take more than tens of thousands of people to be deceived.

That is simply trying to deceive history.

Otherwise, how can we explain that the Northern Alliance, which was at a huge disadvantage, suddenly won? Is it possible that historians are going to write ‘Meritelli’s Apparition’ in their books for the public?

So the choice became very easy to do when one end was blocked.

Without concealment or distortion, Foltest and Vizmir gave the complete message to the scribes of Aedirn and Kaedwen.

This action meant that they put all of Lan En's verifiable actions on the table.

War is a cruel social activity, but in war, countless heroes and the glory of humanity will emerge simultaneously.

The bravery, sacrifice, and kindness of countless people finally ended the war.

And in this war, there is no doubt that a hero was born who seemed to have come alive from the mythical era into modern society.

As the war ends and the flow of commerce and contacts between countries returns to normal, the story will spread.

People will deeply understand that there is a person in this world who can use personal force to fight against the most powerful violence in the world.

And "individuals" who have reached this level will no longer be treated as "individuals" by researchers, courts, and armies of various countries.

Lan En's words and deeds, and even his hobbies, will be studied, interpreted, and paid attention to as a political entity in international relations.

It has nothing to do with his own wishes.

Of course, in the process of spreading this story, the facts will be distorted and distorted.

There must even be a considerable number of people who would sneer at this, thinking that those poets who like to hearsay and exaggerate took the words of the frightened and cowardly officers and soldiers on the battlefield seriously and spread them.

Create a fictional hero who is fake and not decent.

There must be poets and publishers who think that there cannot be such a person in the world, but the story is really good, and the Civil War really attracts people, so in order to win the trust of readers and listeners, Lan En's performance is modified. 'It has to be 'reasonable'.

But no matter how the rumors spread, Lan En himself probably didn't care much.
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"Why would you place a safe house here?"

In the mill tower in the countryside of Maribo, Lan asked softly, distracting Triss's attention while applying the antibacterial gel he had just prepared on a brand new bandage and wrapping it around Triss's body.

"Woo! Hiss!"

Triss suppressed a cry of pain.

The damaged skin after burns is very sensitive, even though Lan En has tried his best to make the formula as gentle and painless as possible.

But regardless of the irritation of the gel to the wound, just talking about the pain of the bandage wrapped around the burn made Tris feel like a fish thrown to the shore.

The body is tense with flexion, the eyes are wide, and it is difficult to breathe.

After a long time, Triss began to breathe slowly and with difficulty.

"Maribo is my hometown, I grew up here."

Maribor is the second largest city in Temeria, after the capital Vizima, and the capital of the Principality of Maribor.

When Prince Maribor and Grand Duke Elland fought over the succession to the throne of Temeria, it was here that Arzu released [Arzu's Double Cross] twice.

One time was to defeat Archduke Elland's army, and the latter time I don't know the reason. I only know that the saliva demon summoned by [Double Cross] crushed half of Maribo City, as well as Arzu himself.

This is a legendary city, but these legendary stories have nothing to do with the windmill that Triss chose.

This is just a flour mill located between several villages, built by the villagers in order to save resources and use them together.

Undertaken the wheat grinding business of several surrounding villages. Speaking of his hometown, Lan En's hand paused for an insignificant moment, and then became as smooth as before.

"I can understand that, the sense of security back home is unparalleled."

Finally, a bandage coated with antibacterial gel wrapped up the burned skin on Triss's body.

In order to prevent Triss from having difficulty dissipating heat, Lan En did not wrap those healthy skins.

Damaged skin has lost its ability to dissipate heat and perspire. Almost [-]% of Triss's skin was burned, which made it difficult for her to dissipate the heat in her body.

So, Triss ended up wearing only a 'bandage outfit'.

Her delicate and intact skin was exposed, and the burns had no impact on her beautiful figure. The bandages instead outlined the delicate outline of her figure.

"Drink it."

Lan En held a wooden bowl to Triss's lips.

"What is this? I'm allergic."

"Don't worry, it's an analgesic made of purely natural ingredients. The dosage does not constitute addiction, and it has no magical ingredients. It can at least give you a good sleep."

Triss began to sip down the bowl of painkillers.

Lan En continued to talk while feeding her.

"You must have been infected by bacteria, viruses or something. You have been exposed to the natural environment for too long with a large area of ​​skin damaged. This is inevitable. My gel can only protect you from being invaded by more pathogens in the future. ."

"I will observe your situation tonight and make treatment based on your symptoms. It will be very difficult tonight, and you must be prepared. The reason why I tell you this is because your mentality is also a factor that affects your own immunity. You Immunity is needed now.”

"There are only herbalists in Maribo who can help us. There is not even a mage in the city who can open a portal. They are all second-rate goods that cannot be promoted. They can only set off fireworks and fireballs."

"You must resume your spellcasting focus as soon as possible and open the portal to Arethusa so that you can receive the next step of treatment in time."

Lan En originally wanted to give some instructions, but Triss, who was lying down, raised her hand with all her strength and gently covered Lan En's mouth.

It was already dusk, and the fiery red sunlight broke in through the cracks in the stone of the tower, but was regularly blocked by the windmill blades outside, flickering.

Triss's expression was painful, but determined at the same time.

"Don't say it, don't say it."

Lan En nodded slowly and silently.

Triss hissed in pain, but she still let herself hook Lan En's neck.

The witcher subconsciously held her in his arms.

"Touch me please"

Triss murmured.

Lan En felt that she had started to have a fever now, and the temperature was very high.

Wound infection has begun.

There was no other way. Lan En could only take off his gloves and arm armor, and touch her with more skin to relieve the pain.

"Isn't this a bit difficult for you, Lan En?"

Triss said suddenly.

"After all, my body has become this ugly now. Even the horniest widower will not desire a woman with burnt skin. I am no longer beautiful. I...I can't attract you anymore." "

"No! Let go, don't hold me anymore, don't anymore"

Her voice was panicked, frightened, and even murmured with high fever. But there is no doubt that it is filled with uneasiness and shame.

This didn't look like the Triss Merigold Lann knew.

But Lan En was very considerate and didn't say anything. He just let his body press closer to Triss's body to relieve her pain.

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(End of this chapter)