Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 787 769. Avoid the limelight

"So you had a bad meal last night and you want to drag me out today?"

Berengar followed Lan En on a Poppy, with a hesitant look on his long face.

After Poppai could no longer afford his body and his height did not match his own, Lan entrusted it to Berengar.

Witchers love swords, armor, horses,

Because these three are closely related to their careers, loving them means loving your own life.

Although Berengar has effectively retired from his career as a witcher, his love for horses and his skills in caring for them are still with him.

Lan En felt quite relieved to entrust Popeye, a friend who had been with him for a long time, to him.

"What do you mean by 'having a bad meal last night'? It's easy for people to misunderstand! I was at dinner! Dinner!"

Mr. Lan turned his head and argued with reason.

He was very happy to see Lan En appearing again and maintaining a good attitude.

Murder requires pressure, as long as the murderer is a sane human being.

Demon hunters are just a little bit "sluggish" in killing people because of their profession. But normal pressure is there.

Worried that the blood and filth of the battlefield would overwhelm him.

The old witcher leaned on his horse and poked the helmet on the kitten's head.

"What strange things did you bring back this time?"

But only Lan En's true friends and those who love him would be sincerely worried.

The old demon hunter exclaimed.

"Hey! He can still talk! Is he a kitten?"

"Hello, meow! My name is Fluffy Ball Meow!"

When others heard the myth-like reports of the demon hunters on the battlefield, they either didn't believe it or were so excited that they couldn't control themselves.

Men are always very persistent in certain areas.

The velvet ball hanging on Lan En's shoulder held up his helmet and waved to Berengar.

Berengar was riding Poppai so that his head could be as high as Lan En's.

But at the same time, the corner of the retired demon hunter's mouth curved.

"This kitten?"

"You can't even imagine how powerful I was last night!"

So now that Lan En is no different from when they met before, the old witcher who is sunny, decent, and able to take a joke feels relieved.

Berengar nodded wordlessly.

Berengar especially understands this feeling.

Geralt could kill three or four robbers on the road without blinking an eye, but he probably wouldn't kill an unarmed farmer's family until he died.

"You didn't go to the northern reserve and kidnapped one, did you? Be careful, this thing is a rare item."

There is a race of cat people in this world, but unlike the El cats, they don't even have a recurved leg structure, they just have cat faces and long hair.

Berengar was just guessing because he had never seen it before.

"Oh, so what if I turned from there?"

Lan En asked calmly.

Berengar choked and shook his head.

"That doesn't seem to be much of a problem. Except for the little bastard with no eyes who will cause trouble, I think Keville wants you to go to the protected area to investigate."

"Isn't it over then?"

Lan En shrugged, and the kitten on his shoulder shook his head.

"Besides, Velvet Ball is also a warrior, don't underestimate it."

"Don't underestimate me, meow!"

The calico kitten is very happy that she has been recognized.

"Okay, okay." Berengar nodded casually, but he had long admitted that his knowledge was limited. After all, the things Lan En brought back from another world were always strange, and he was used to it.

"Then why are you looking for me? Speaking from experience, I wonder if you don't have to deal with the dean in the college for several days before going out to do anything?"

Berengar was talking about dirty jokes between men, but Lan En did not smile in agreement at this time.

Instead, his expression was calm.

"Remember the promise I got from Vesemir?"

The old demon hunter raised his eyebrows when he heard the name.

"You want to go to Kaer Morhen and study the codex left by Arzu and Malaspina? Why now? The winter has long passed now. Everyone has gone out to pick up work. There should be no one left in the castle. That’s right.”

"I feel that I really need deeper knowledge, and at the same time, I want to avoid the limelight."

Lan En and the old demon hunter were walking on the coastline outside the city of Gos Velen.

The beach on this coastline is not wide, and there are high soil slopes and small woods about ten meters away from the sea.

As Lan En spoke, he found a broken tree and sat on it.

"Avoiding the limelight? You?" Berengar asked him exaggeratedly. "Aren't you the biggest star now? Those bards in the tavern, if they don't sing songs about the war for a day, no one will give them half a copper."

"Although drunkards have drunk their tongues, they can still spit out and cheer when they hear those stories."

Berengar kept telling the story of what happened during Lan En's absence.

But Lan En just stared at the sea and interrupted him.

"That's the problem, Berengar."

"what?"

"I said: It's this atmosphere that feels wrong to me."

Lan emphasized again and turned to look at Berengar on Poppy's back. Two pairs of cat eyes facing each other.

"Foltest met with me when I came back, and his intelligence told him that there are a lot of people trying to rediscover the knowledge of witcher mutation surgery."

Lan En bluntly stated the current situation, and the old demon hunter's face suddenly stiffened.

Berengar is not a smart man, nor is he sensitive to politics or conspiracy.

He knew this himself.

So when Lan En's story was compiled and spread in various ways, he didn't have any special feelings. On the contrary, he regarded it as a lively and somewhat proud person.

But when it came to the 'Witcher Mutation', this guy immediately became serious.

Part of his previous deep hatred for demon hunters was because his identity was no longer accepted by human society, and he had to risk his life to maintain his life.

On the other hand, there are also painful memories that linger over the mutation process.

Except for psychopaths, no demon hunter can talk calmly about his own or other people's mutation surgery.

That process was too cruel.

"Now you understand, apart from good things, what else can fame bring?"

Lan En spread his hands towards Berengar.

The old demon hunter touched his chin and said.

"So you're not just going to study the Codex, you're going to"

"Seal the witchers' knowledge of mutations, or at least make the guys a little more careful."

Lan En said calmly.

"I'm the one who brings the limelight, so I can't influence others."

Berengar shook his head helplessly: "That's why you didn't show up in the city, and didn't even go to the workshop to say hello to Yuna and Fergus?"

"Okay, this is indeed an urgent matter. We will leave for Kaer Morhen in the next two days. But..."

Speaking of this, the old demon hunter seemed a little hesitant.

"Abandoning mutations is nothing to us. After all, even if we have obsessions, we only have feelings for the school. In fact, few people want to continue the terrible mutation surgery. But there is a group of people who I think you should go to have a look."

(End of this chapter)