Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 86. 86. The Memories

The face of this middle-aged man is handsome and straight, and it even looks somewhat similar to the portrait on the Oren coin.

He adjusted the puffy sleeves on his hands and put down the pocket model.

"Ubank, you should know that I have reached a friendly relationship with the gentlemen of the Sun Sect because of these children."

"And now, are you going to tell me? Just because of a dirty mutant bastard, eighty children have directly become a quarter?"

Ubank didn't look up.

Different from the cautious and flattering attitude in front of Safra, facing his real big boss, Ubank knew very well——

Don't ask for forgiveness, show value.

The Sun Cult is the state religion of the Nilfgaardian Empire in the south.

They believe that the sun is the only true god, and all priests can only be male.

Maintaining the relationship with them is a very important part of the big boss.

"I will lead the team to the coast of Cidaris, where the aftermath of the war has not subsided. The men are almost dead, and the women are also weak under fear and abuse. Although many children have died, as long as they go to the rice vat of the peasants Look inside and under the floor, grab and grab, and you can always get it together."

"How do you pull the team together?"

The handsome middle-aged man said casually.

To him, this kind of thing was just an ordinary business, and as long as it was a business, the cost had to be considered.

If Urbane had dared to say, "Please allocate some of your men," he would be lying in the garden of the manor today.

But fortunately, this strong man in Skelly has a very bright mind.

"I'm a Skellige, and I can recruit a group of Skellige warriors at sea. We are all pirate veterans, and people who believe in their hometown are more reliable than outsiders, so as long as I let out the wind and say that there is work, at least I can recruit More than a dozen people."

"But although Skellige's warriors kill without blinking an eye, most of them have a sense of honor. How do you drive them to snatch children? Even when they were pirates, they would go to war regardless of the cost when they encountered a slave ship. Seriously, I think If you work in front of them, they'll hit you with an ax first."

The middle-aged man asked with great interest.

"Skellige will not be the only ones on the pirate ship. When we open the situation, I will arrange a mead banquet that Skellige loves most. Pirates' banquets always lead to death, and warriors always The first to die."

As he said that, Ubank showed a bold and refreshing smile like an authentic archipelago.

The naturalness of this smiling face made the middle-aged man clap his hands in praise.

"Haha! You are so clever that you really don't look like an archipelago, Ubank. You should rest for a few days."

After applauding, the middle-aged man nodded.

"I'll give you a long ship to fight with, and stuff that's full, and silver that's too sunk for you to hold. And you, bring me back 160 beautiful little boys. And at the end , let this criminal slave ship get what it deserves, and sink in Meritelli's wrath. You have two months."

"Follow your orders."

Ubank bent down and bowed, and the stiff archipelago's lumbar spine gave him a beautiful arc.

The moment before he exited the study, the strong man suddenly remembered something, and raised his mouth to his big boss.

"By the way, sir. I always feel that that witcher won't let it go."

Ubank reminded cautiously and respectfully.

"I've seen that look that doesn't tear my throat out and yours, and he won't stop."

The middle-aged man had already picked up the model carriage again, and waved impatiently.

"Don't take any insignificant bug seriously, a witcher? God, when will the name of a lowly mutant appear in my study?"

Ubank looked at the two full-body plate armor warriors at the corner of the corridor outside the door, then shrugged and turned to leave.

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Lane is now on a barge.

It was a bit embarrassing to say, but after riding with Aliya for a day and a half, he found a map of Temeria at the bottom of the bag that Arethusa had prepared for him.

Only then did he know that from his current position to go to the capital, Vizima, it would be much less time-consuming to travel by boat than by horse.

So he led the curious little girl attendant all the way, and boarded an inland river barge at the ferry of a riverside village.

For the lives of ordinary people, they rarely use the whole Oren coin.

Temeria was the most powerful nation in the north, and under the leadership of Foltest, it was almost equal to Redania.

Oren's purchasing power and stability are worthy of this national strength.

Therefore, when paying the fare, Lan En even had to separate a few Oren from the purse, and asked the conductor to use small scissors to cut off the corners of the gold coins to prevent the coins from being too valuable.

Medieval-level commerce doesn’t mean throwing a few gold coins on the table and it’s done.

How is the purity of the gold coin, how is the corner integrity?

All of these require professional bookkeepers to identify on-site, and even use the balance.

Lan En adjusted his hood. The past few days seemed to be due to the continued function of the gene seeds.

He felt that his appetite was getting bigger and bigger, and the armor that originally fitted him gradually began to feel restrained.

The hair on the head grows fast, and the original hairstyle has been covered by the length.

Now on Lan En's head, half of the hair that hangs down to his neck has turned into a shining silvery white.

Moreover, according to the facial skeletal muscle data mobilized by Mentos every day, his face shape is also constantly being fine-tuned.

The degree of adjustment is so slight that neither Aliya nor Lane, who get along day and night, can feel it.

But when Mentos retrieved the facial data ten days ago and compared them with each other, even Lan En himself had to exclaim.

"This handsome guy looks amazing!"

The gene-seed seems to bring a bit of delicate femininity to the facial features.

But in harmony with Lan En's original appearance, it only looks healthy and full of vitality.

Lan En nodded to the handsome face reflected in the water, and walked towards the bow, stepping over the passengers' luggage and packages piled everywhere.

The horses crowded in the middle of the barge snorted and their hoofs thumped on the deck.Arya claimed that it was her job as a squire to take care of the horses, so she now had Pope's saddle all by herself.

The hull was in the middle of the water, shrouded in dense mist.The prow of the barge parted the lily of the water.

Riding a horse on a moving boat. Her talent for balance is really good.

The moment Lan En walked past her, dozens of sword techniques automatically appeared in his mind, allowing him to face an opponent with good balance on horseback.

This kind of memory is by no means as simple as freezing a few actions.

That is a complete set of movement methods, fighting ideas, and timing for dozens of sets of swordsmanship!
The dizziness of the mind is like putting Mentos in a Coke bottle, making the witcher's footsteps soften in an instant.

But a second later, Lan En's footsteps stabilized again.

"Mentos, you didn't stop me just now!"

The young man with a calm face walked to the bow and leaned on the railing.

But my heart has already started to shoot at my own brain.

"How many times has the interception algorithm you developed worked for this kind of spontaneous memory? Tell me yourself!"

The knowledge in memory is great, very good, but Lan En doesn't want to overload his brain in the process of fighting with the enemy!
But the Mentos machine also has something to say!

"1 years of memory! 1 years! Do you know how messy the things inside are?!"

"I'm just a primary school student learning the computing power of a machine! You asked me to knock out the interception algorithm, can I knock it out? You know I don't have that ability!"

"I've been doing patching and patching here for the past few days! Patching endlessly!"

"Anyway, it will take a few more days for the memory to come back, and you can bear it."

After the bio-intelligent brain finished speaking, it ignored Lan En, who pouted, and went back to work directly.

The witcher squeezed the bridge of his nose with his hands, and exhaled a foul breath.

Damn, I can't even maintain the "British Butler Conversation Style" I set up, isn't it a little bit out of style!

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