Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 828 810. Departure

But the strong momentum does not affect the character of Qilin itself.

Previously, Lambert and Geralt were still waiting under the dark clouds. They had never seen Qilin before and their scalps were almost numb.

But when this noble horse really appeared on the top of the city, chewing acorns in its mouth, it was as calm and comfortable as a feeding capybara.

Qilin's movements more than doubled the power brought by its racial talent.

Lan En went over to Qilin and touched it.

Make sure that this guy has not provoked those unknown powerful creatures in the Blue Mountains, nor has he been affected by curses or magic.

"So you've been running around these past few days? Didn't do anything?"

Lan En's left hand exudes a cold white magical aura, and the [Yaxsi Sign] variant he heard from the Griffin School is building a bridge of communication between humans and ancient dragons.

"There's a lot of delicious food. The more we wander around, the more we get. There are also fun places I've never seen before. If it's not fun to fight, I'll run away."

Qilin tilted his head and looked at Lan En. Simple sentences passed through my thoughts.

In this process, Lan En also initially had the idea of ​​using [Arzu Double Cross].

Lan En can only work with Mentos to decipher everything before the record is complete.

The elegance of her temperament even made Xili's eyes gleam as she watched from below.

After all, his ability was not defeated by Arzu's wisdom.

Okay, originally Qilin traveled with Lan En because he wanted to teach the Golden Lion a lesson in the future. As a result, after arriving at a novel place, my mood was high for a few days, and then I started eating, drinking and having fun.

The lofty words were loud and loud, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that he was lying on the bed. Lan En almost thought that he had raised a college student.

Of course, its appearance is as noble, proud and cold as ever.

Just wait for a few experiments to fine-tune and confirm your conjecture.

Kirin's breath sprayed onto Lan En's face through its large moist nostrils, and the demon hunter had to push its head away by pressing its horns with his hand.

Qilin nodded indifferently. It just wanted to play and didn't want to cause trouble.

It seems that it has not seen any 'ruthless people' in this world in the Blue Mountains, but because it didn't want to fight, it used its [Lightning Flash] to run away.

No way, Lan En has a headache now, how to stimulate this guy's fighting spirit.

How to use alchemy to reproduce the part of the [Double Cross] spell that he needs, the entire ritual and steps have taken shape in Lan En's mind.

Maybe let the golden lion hammer it again?

"I'll be leaving in a few days, so don't cause any trouble during this time."

The inspection of the condition of his mount was quickly over.

Lan En shook his head and finally could only say helplessly.

After some time passed, Lan En finally memorized all the knowledge in the basement.

There are endless secret words and code words.

In order to prevent these code words from being involved in some phenomena that could only be observed in Kaer Morhen, I was left completely confused after leaving.

It stands to reason that with a biological brain, he should have a photographic memory.

Lan En pursed his lips and subconsciously wiped the side of his face that had been sprayed by Qilin's breath.

But when those warlocks recorded knowledge, they were really afraid that others would understand it.

Of course, such experimental conditions are not available in Kaer Morhen.

So after everything was ready, Lan En once again used his ring to call Qilin.

On this day, everyone in Kaer Mohan came out to see him off, except Berengar who was out hunting. This guy has met Lan En too many times, so he is basically indifferent to this scene.

Between the two mountains in the distance, the dark thunderclouds crowded out all the other clouds and mist again and surged towards the sky of Kaer Morhen. The very oppressive scene made Vesemir marvel, while Geralt and Lambert still frowned.

Even if they have seen Qilin and know that the noble horse is not hostile, the demon hunters' sense of crisis is not under their own subjective control.

"Damn it." Lambert's foul-mouthed expression was steady. And the corners of his mouth twitched. "I kind of believe those stories are true now."

"What story?" Lan En crossed his arms next to him and looked at Lambert as if he were watching a show.

"Those exaggerated battlefield legends, and the words of bards. To be honest, you are almost described as a demigod on earth."

"I hadn't met Qilin yet."

"Whether you have met it or not, those bards can take off their pants and slap their butts on the spot to make money. Why do they care about making up random things? There are many plots they create that are much more exaggerated than this horse."

Lambert said with a shrug.

Geralt next to him looked strange, opening his mouth and then closing it again.

He seemed hesitant to speak.

He happened to have a bard as a friend, and it was the famous poet Dandelion.

Out of obligation to his friends, he subconsciously felt that he should make some clarifications.

But when he thought of his friend, his usual outrageous and dissolute love history, and his unconventional behavior, it seemed that he had nothing to refute.

This time Qilin entered the interior of Kaer Morhen. It jumped lightly from the city wall, like an elf with electric light.

'Lan, they look like they're scared of me. '

Qilin let out a small breath from his nostrils and shook the mane on his neck.

'This is the first time we have met. ' Lan En stepped forward and touched Qilin's head, communicating with it. "Is it normal to be afraid of ancient dragons? Even in your hometown."

Qilin shook his head indifferently. In fact, he didn't really care about the attitude of other 'little people'.

However, at Lan En's request, it regained control of its electric light from its wild state and its connection with the external natural environment.

The sudden thunderclouds in the sky dissipated under Qilin's deliberate control, and the sky suddenly cleared up again in Kaer Morhen.

Lan En took out the magic harness from the alchemy leather bag and prepared to put it on Qilin again.

"I'm here to help!"

Lambert rubbed his hands and walked over.

It seemed that he was more curious than helpful.

Geralt looked at the man who seemed taciturn, but he came over without saying a word.

Although harnessing a horse is indeed a troublesome task, Lann's size and strength are very suitable for this kind of activity.

But since someone was helping, Lan En had no reason to refuse even if it was to satisfy his curiosity.

So Geralt and Lambert helped hang Lan En's harness on Qilin's body.

Lambert dragged the wide and large silk rune cloth, and his gentle and cautious hand felt like touching a woman's skin.

"Meritelli"

he said shakily.

"This piece of rune cloth is enough for me to work for two years! This feel, this craftsmanship"

(End of this chapter)