Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 76 76. Farewell

　　Confirming the next target, Lan bid farewell to Margarita.

 “I will leave Arethusa tonight.”

Margarita looked up in surprise.

"So fast? Aren't you going to convert those 1,500 Orens into strength as efficiently as possible? You can make more money, but you only have one life. Lan En, you also know what level the opponent's power is, right?"

The blonde beauty's sea-blue pupils met her cat eyes seriously.

"Vegima is the capital of Temeria. Throwing mud on the road there can hit the most powerful dignitaries. The common people seem to live in the same city with them, but as long as they want to use their power, the common people will As fragile as an ant.”

"To be able to deliver resources and power to the dangerous and desolate Velen, raise a group of armed thugs, and build secret ports and dozens of sentries, do you know how much it costs? Such a person, even in Vizima, He is also definitely the kind of big shot that is the hardest to mess with."

Margarita was speaking seriously there, but Lan En just looked at her and smiled and nodded.

 Obviously not dissuaded.

“You are right, but Rita, you also know why I want to kill those bastards, right?”

Facing Lan En’s smiling face, Margarita’s words stalled.

  Thinking back to that night in the camp again.

The witcher, who was besieged and suppressed, leaned against the cage where she was imprisoned, not for money, nor for honor and fame.

 Just because he wanted to do it, he saw something disgusting and evil and wanted to take care of it.

 So, even if he was one against many, was beaten with a war hammer, spitting out blood, or drank more poison than he could bear, he would continue to fight.

 For such a person, once he decides on something, nothing can stop him.

 Until death.

Margarita bit her plump lips and frowned.

“I understand that you don’t want to save money and put it in your own pocket. You are not that kind of person. It seems that the power that this money can provide you only goes so far.”

 After a long time, the blond beauty spoke again.

She sighed and took out a pyramid-shaped crystal from the magic satchel behind her.

"It's a kind of...forget it, you don't understand the magic term. It's a long-distance communication device, you know? It's like a letter, except that a letter transmits words, but this one transmits sounds."

Margarita tried every means to make her words easier to understand. In her eyes, most witchers did not have a good educational foundation.

 But Lan En smiled knowingly when she said "telecommunication device".

“What is the communication radius? What is the latency? How does charging work? How is the audio clarity?”

His series of questions confused Margarita. Amidst the other party's sluggishness, Lan took the pyramid crystal.

"Can you understand?" The look in the other person's eyes almost made Lan En think that she was a ghost in her heart who couldn't understand human speech.

 But Margarita soon became excited.

 A handsome, strong, and energetic witcher, and now he also has a quick mind that can keep up with a warlock!

 This is a surprise!

"I have a paired partner, and I can keep in touch even if you are in Vizima. Recharging requires a mage, but you don't have to worry. Once you reach Vizima, the crystal will be charged by the two of me there. Friends feel that they will not only help you recharge, but also provide help within their ability."

 “Two friends?”

"Triss Merigold and Keira Metz. They are mage advisors sent to Foltest. They also graduated from this academy and can be trusted."

Margarita gave the witcher serious instructions.

"If the opponent is really too strong to resist, you should come back here. You and I have long lifespans, far longer than ordinary people. Our debts can be paid off at any time in this long life. This is Do you understand the outlook on life that an immortal should have?"

The young man chuckled and nodded, put the pyramid crystal into his arms, turned and left.

 The immortals should make good use of their lifespan, Lan En can understand this.

But if you can increase your strength to the point where you can crush the enemy, who would refuse to kill the enemy on the spot?

Margarita didn’t know if Lan En heard it, but she knew that she couldn’t stop him, and she shouldn’t.

 After Lan En left, Tissaya came to Margarita.

"A very strange man, Rita. There shouldn't be any man in the world who wouldn't want to enter the palace above Rocha Palace. After all, this place is full of sorceresses."

　　Tisaya flicked her fingers and straightened the chair that had been tilted by Lan En when she stood up. Then she sat down and looked at her incomparably beautiful students and friends. "But you are wrong, Rita. The purging of that group of people is not only about the blood of the two of you, but also about the majesty of Arethusa."

"Then what should I tell him? That you should fight to the death?"

Margarita choked with anger.

 But Tissaya didn’t express anything about this.

"No."

 The teacher's answer made the blonde beauty look at her in surprise.

Tisaya continued to speak calmly.

“You still have to get him back, but you have to make him feel guilty enough to keep him close to you. You really want to do that, don’t you?”

“You don’t have to hide it from me, because being bound to an excellent demon hunter is also a good thing for the academy.”

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With the bulging alchemical leather bag in hand, Lan and Arya walked out of the isolated island where Arethusa was located and came to Gos Velen.

Lann first went to the blacksmith shop where Yuna and Fergus were.

There he received the good news that White had returned home safely and that Bernie was not infected and was recovering.

The young dwarf looked up and down at the witcher, smacking his lips.

"Tsk, for the sake of the plague, did your breastplate take a direct hit? Oh my God, it's a shame you can still stand here. The master is not here today, but don't worry, especially for this little thing. Na can handle it!"

The girl with blond hair and braided hair next to her smiled and nodded enthusiastically: "Leave it to me."

Yona took the breastplate to repair it, while Alia was very curious and circled around Fergus.

 According to her, she has never seen any non-human race in her hometown.

This behavior annoyed Fergus quite a bit.

"Where did this wild child come from? Don't make me anxious! Take care of it, Lan En!"

The witcher grabbed the little girl by her collar and dragged her away from the dwarf.

Fergus now had time to straighten his beard.

"Huh-just tell us what you have to say in one go, Lan En. What else do you want to do here?"

“Hey, Yuna is good at skills, but when it comes to customers, she’s worse than you.”

Lan En smiled and took a picture of the drawing and put it on the table.

The shape of the drawing is similar to the arm armor he is wearing now, but there is an extra pipe on the inside of the wrist.

 A rifled pipe, also known as a gun barrel.

 “Can it be changed?”

 Lann asked Fergus, although the dwarf is not very skilled, if he can't tell what his shop can and cannot do, then he can't even pretend to be the front desk.

The dwarf frowned and scratched his rosacea.

 “What do you want to do with this thing?”

“To be honest, I have been bullied recently by a **** with a bow and a crossbow.”

The witcher spread his hands.

"I have a sigil that can cause impact, so I want to add such a pipe to the arm armor and prepare some projectiles. With my sigil control, it is feasible to completely control the impact behind the pipe. At this time, the projectile The destructive power is no worse than that of a crossbow."

Fergus nodded and pondered: "The idea is very strange, but fortunately I understand it. But the key thing I want to ask is the circles of lines inside. Are you kidding about your accuracy requirements?"

"If you can't do it, just make a few simple ones. The left and right are just a matter of effective shooting distance. In any case, it can hit farther than a pure magic seal."

“Then there is still work to do, but don’t be happy, the master is not here. If your arm armor needs to be greatly modified, the master must come, and Yuna can’t do it.”

 “That’s it.” Lan En clicked his tongue in disappointment. "Then it seems I won't be able to use it this time."

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 (End of this chapter)