Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 87.

The conversations in the witcher's head do not affect the movement of the barge.

When the surrounding waters became more and more dirty and the smell became stronger and stronger, most of the barge passengers began to stand up from the messy and crowded deck, ready to pack their things.

Dirty waters indicate the approach of large settlements.

Vizima has arrived.

The barge slowly approached the pier. This is the temple area of ​​Vizima, or it is not a problem to call it a "slum".

The passengers on the ship dragged their cargo, pack animals, or relatives and friends, and began to rush to the pier.

It seems that if you take a step slower, the ship will take him away for free.

Lan En didn't quite understand this kind of psychology, so he still leaned on the railing of the bow, preparing to leave when it was no longer crowded.

With a movement of the cat's eyes under the hood, the witcher reached out and patted back, and a huge black horse's head was pushed aside.

"Xi law-"

Poppy's saliva sprayed sideways into mist.

"Haha, my lord, aren't we going to disembark?"

Arya is excited on Poppy's horse.

This is the first time she has driven a war horse alone, although it is only from the middle of the boat to the bow.

By the way, this is also her first time on a boat.

"You have to be lucky, Poppy has a good temper, otherwise he would wobble and you would fall into the water."

Aliya tilted her head to look at the waters under the boat. Because it was already within the city limits, there was a layer of disgusting and sticky colorful oil film floating on the water.

The identifiable or indistinguishable domestic garbage is slapped on the hull with the tide.

The little girl gave a "hey" and grabbed the saddle obediently.

Because there were too many people, Lan En didn't get on the horse at all, and got off the boat with Poppy and Alia on its back.

As early as when he was at Arethusa College, Margarita, who knew that Lan had never been to Vizima, gave him extra lessons.

So Lan En knew where he was currently, which was the temple area.

It's just a few steps away from the boat.

But Lan En has scanned the entire pier environment from the corner of his eye.

Observing the battlefield environment is an ability that every soldier must master.

And after several consecutive memory surges, the owner of each memory is the top combat expert.

This kind of memory directly made Lan En's battlefield observation level jump from ignorance to proficiency.

Judging from Lan En's current battlefield observation and analysis capabilities.

Even if he is now placed in the position of Boerdong, even in terms of hard power, the young man is still no match for a hundred-year-old master witcher.

But just using this insight and analysis experience, he can completely wipe out the law enforcement team.

"Six small gangs, each gang has five thugs, and everyone has a snake tattoo. They belong to the same gang, and according to this organization, they have existed for a long time and have rules."

On the pier, apart from the sweaty coolies and the accountants responsible for bookkeeping and management, several men with obviously unkind faces were looking around.

There is either a long sword or a nail-headed wooden stick stuck in the waist.

This should be the dock gang.

"At best, they are crude melee weapons. It seems that in the unspoken rules of this city, the level of weapon fighting should be maintained at 'avoid the appearance of ordnance'."

Bows, crossbows, and armor are all considered as weapons.

When you come to a strange city, it is always right to remember more information.

Lann pulled his hood to cover his cat's eyes and silver hair as much as possible, and walked towards the exit gate of the pier.

There were also several soldiers guarding the gate.

Naturally, the city entry tax will not let the port go.

Lane was dressed suspiciously, but this was Vizima, the capital of Temeria.

There are a sea of ​​people who want to enter the city every day.

It is unrealistic to expect every city defense soldier to have professional ethics.

So Lan En just flicked a silver coin, and led the horse into the city under the watchful eyes of the guards.

Entering the door is the real temple area.

Dilapidated streets, there are at least four or five unkempt beggars and homeless people on a street as far as the eye can see.

At the door of some huts, there are beautifully dressed women who deliberately twist their waists to reveal a large area of ​​skin.

They would repeat these actions every time a large group of people came in through the dock gate, hoping to make a fortune for themselves.

It has to be said that the magical Middle Ages can be in line with the home world at least in terms of aesthetic trends.

These girls in the skin business often wear tight-fitting small waistcoats on the upper body, exposing the waist and back.

As for the lower body, those with better conditions will wear silk stockings.

If the conditions are not good, tight boots made of cloth will be worn.

The purpose is to outline the legs.

Lan En walked past them, although he was a young witcher with high hormones, but he didn't feel any desire.

Because whether it is their skeleton, skin, or muscle texture, in the eyes of Lan En, who is always on guard against memory regurgitation, they are all a bit distorted and abnormal.

A slight deformity, perhaps, of hard life, perhaps of nature.

Anyway, he looked uncomfortable.

Among the one or two passing by occasionally, there are elves with pointed ears, well-defined skeletons and handsome faces, which can make him feel at ease for a while.

"Mentos, intercept the algorithm quickly!"

On the one hand, Intellectual Brain has to be urged to improve the interception algorithm for memory backlash.

On the other hand, Lan En is also ready to use his willpower to forcibly fight against the impulse for perfection brought by the gene seeds.

"My lord, something is lit in your bag!"

Lan En, who was trying to fight against his morbid psychology, suddenly heard Alia's lowered voice.

The cat's eyes glanced to the side.

The little girl was holding the alchemy leather bag tightly, leaning forward cautiously from the horse's back.

Align the opening of the leather pouch with Lane.

Although she has little experience, she also knows that even in this world, magic is a rare thing.

She didn't know what was in Lan En's backpack, but in the slums, it was better not to let too many people see things that could shine.

Lan En patted Aliya's thin shoulder encouragingly, and the little girl smiled.

The alchemy leather bag was hung on the back of the demon hunter's waist.

He wore a rough cloak with a hood, so that the light from the leather bag couldn't come through.

Putting his fingers into the alchemy leather bag, Lan En touched a crystal with ease.

The only thing that glows on her body is the communicator that Margarita gave her before she left.

"Hello? Hello! The first communication test, can you hear me?"

It's an amazing feeling to be spoken directly in your head.

At least for Lan En, although he didn't even change the pace of walking while leading the horse, his pretty eyebrows couldn't help but raise.

There was still a female voice coming from the end of the cone-shaped crystal.

"Wow! Margarita is so generous, this communication crystal is already not cheap, and she actually temporarily added a layer of [Spiritual Words]? It seems that you have been fascinated by her recently, demon hunter. "

"Hey! Kayla! I'm the one doing the magic now, so if you're going to make small talk, why don't you tell him where and do it with cheap spit!"

This is another female voice, which sounds a bit coquettish of a girl, but also has the boldness of a big sister.

While they were talking, Lan En had roughly figured out how to use the conical crystal.

Talking in the mind, for inexperienced people, may output a bunch of useless waste code in an instant.

But for Lan En, he has actually experienced it many times in his memory.

The efficiency of information transmission in future warfare would have terrified ancient generals.

"Ladies, as the second lady said, precious magic power should not be wasted on remote chat. Give me an address."

"Amount"*2
A voice of astonishment came from the opposite side.

None of them seemed to have imagined that a demon hunter who only knew how to play tricks in his impression could start adding [Words of the Soul] in just two sentences.

"I have a property in the Temple District."

After the stunned silence, the second voice recovered first and gave Lan En an address.

"Understood, I'll be there soon."

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