Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1440 1412. Old school

"This is also Lan En's friend. Why are you nervous?"

Gede said carelessly, but Siloton shrank his neck, looked at Gascoigne standing aside carefully, and whispered.

"But I feel something is wrong! Even the portals are not like this! I have seen many portals!"

"And look at what he looks like with a layer of green light! Isn't this a demon spirit?"

Gascoigne does have a layer of green light on his body. The green light is very strange. It feels like the slight reflection of the green light source from the outside hitting his body.

Deep and gloomy.

But now that the moon is halfway across the sky, it is either dark night or red light on fire. Where is the green light source?

This makes Gascoigne look normal at first glance except for his strange clothes, but if you look closely, you will feel inexplicably cold.

Siledon is well-informed, so although he has communicated with Gascoigne, he still suspects that this person is a demon spirit, but he is special and can communicate.

"Demon spirit!" The bell in the red-bearded dwarf's hand was still shaking with horror, "This bell must be a magic weapon to restrain him! I don't dare to stop!"

"And look at his expression of enjoyment now!"

Gascoigne's eyes were still covered with gauze, but on the street where a lot of blood had just been spilled, he subconsciously took a deep breath, as if enjoying the smell of blood.

The extremely sweet smell of the Yannan people circulated in his chest before being exhaled for a long time.

The Yharnam hunter's body was activated by the smell of blood, and the breath exhaled by Gascoigne turned into white gas visible to the naked eye in this autumn night.

The corners of Berengar's mouth twitched, but he still explained to the worried Xileden.

"No, he is not a demon spirit. This is at best a soul projection? There is no such thing as a demon spirit. There is no such type at all."

"What you have in your hand should be a magic item that can echo each other, not a magic weapon that can bind demon spirits."

"Uh, are you sure?" Siledon looked doubtful. It wasn't until Berengar nodded again that he stopped ringing the bell.

"Well, this is much better. The sound of the summoning bell is always ringing in my heart. It will be very annoying if I keep listening to it."

Gascoigne breathed a sigh of relief.

"I think you seemed to like the smell of blood just now?" Gede looked at him suspiciously, "Aren't you also a vampire? Lan En has made another vampire friend?"

"Vampire? You mean a vampire? No, I'm not." Gascoigne tried to understand what the other party meant. He shook his head, "But the smell of blood is really sweet in my nose. This is a dangerous habit. I am doing it." Trying to get over it."

"I wish you success in advance, Gascoigne."

Berengar said while trying to move the leg that had just been shot with an arrow.

The old demon hunter originally owned half the Valyrian steel stock with Lan En, and he spent much less money than the young man.

Naturally, the alchemy bombs, sword oil, and magic potions that he equipped himself with were the most expensive and top-notch high quality.

[Advanced Swallow] In the short time after the entrance, the wound of the arrowhead that was pierced into the thigh muscle and then pulled out abruptly had healed to the point where it stopped bleeding automatically and no longer affected activities.

This was also the reason why Gede dared to pull out the arrow directly on him just now - he knew that this old wolf was full of good stuff.

"There are several more important places in the workshop area that we need to take care of. These craftsmen also need to be settled first."

Berengar sorted out the situation item by item, making Siledon and Gede nod their heads.

After speaking, he patted his injured leg and said solemnly: "And the most important thing is that they just wanted to capture me alive. You should know what this means."

"What they want is all the secrets of Valyrian steel." Silodon frowned so hard that he could kill a fly, "So we have to protect you closely."

"Not only to protect you with open swords and open guns, but also to protect the knowledge in your head with invisible magic!"

"Don't worry about that." Berengar waved his hand, but the smile on his face had an inexplicable meaning.

"Psychic magic cannot confuse the demon hunter for too long, and I am also a veteran and know how to deal with these methods. As long as I am not captured alive, I will not leak it."

"Don't say such nonsense!"

Before Berengar could finish his inexplicable words, Gede interrupted him with a stern face.

"They don't seem to be many in number, and the terrain here is not complicated." Gascoigne also interjected, "I should be able to stay for a few more hours. Before that, Lan En should be able to finish his work. Is that what he’s doing now?”

"Thank you." After a brief silence, Berengar smiled at the helper who was summoned in some way and said, "When this matter is over, we can have a drink."

"By the way, I can also give you a fashionable hat. You are too old-fashioned."

"Old school?"

Gascoigne muttered this word, remembering the first time he and Henrik met Lan.

He raised his hand to press his wide-brimmed hat, and a smile appeared on his lips under the blindfold. "I'm looking forward to seeing what hats are popular here."

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It was already three or four o'clock in the morning, but in the banquet hall of Arethusa, the banquet was still not over.

But the format of the banquet has moved closer to tradition, and the atmosphere has become much more relaxed. Someone moved the long table, brought benches and armchairs to sit on, and started playing some vulgar and wild games.

Many people gathered around a barrel of wine, drinking and chatting, and occasionally bursting into laughter.

Not long ago, they listed out a series of banquet etiquette in a serious manner, and set an example by giving repeated orders and setting an example. They rolled their eyes at those who had no etiquette. Now they directly picked up the lamb chops and pig trotters with their hands and ate them.

Several people were playing cards together, while someone was sleeping nearby.

Several couples of men and women were kissing and groping in the corner of the banquet hall. Judging from the warm atmosphere, kissing alone would definitely not satisfy them.

Dijkstra and the Redanian soldiers he brought were all walking quietly in the shadow of Arethusa, heading out of the academy.

Dijkstra was so angry that he almost fainted because of the fake list.

They came here to stand up for Philipba this time. On the one hand, they really wanted to eliminate the traitors among the warlocks.

On the other hand, he wanted to pull out the carrot and bring out the mud, and make a list of all the people who had connections and collusion with these warlock traitors.

It is good to clean up and prepare early before the next war breaks out.

But what’s the use of having an untrustworthy list? Not only is it useless, but if the news that he has seen this list leaks out, it will be trouble for him, Vizmir, and the Kingdom of Redania!

Everyone is in danger, but whatever he does as a spy in the future, his credibility and reliability will be greatly compromised!

The only thing that could give Dijkstra some comfort was that as soon as he got the list, before he could do anything about it, Lan En saw it as problematic.

Fortunately, he hasn't had time to use this list, otherwise his head would probably be chopped off!

But it was Lan En, the demon hunter who followed a group of them, that made Dijkstra's intention to stay in Aretuosa personally interrogate and conduct a thorough investigation in vain.

What the king's lackeys did today was excessive enough. No matter what, they could not stay in Arethusa.

Even Philippa agrees with this.

Even if she hadn't seen Lan En just now, she would have kicked him out after confirming that Dijkstra had led the people to finish the work.

She is still a wizard after all.

Endangering the wizard's independent status in the north was also endangering herself.

"Look at these people, my lord."

Dijkstra looked back in the shadows at the still brightly lit banquet hall.

"How much fun they are having, just like a group of children. And while they are playing, the Supreme Council of Warlocks loyal to the major kingdoms in the north has captured almost all the identified traitors, and is also guarding those who are not Confirm whether the suspect is a traitor."

"Soon, those people will be investigated and then tried for treason and liaison with the Nilfgaardians."

"Look at those pairs of wild mandarin ducks. Before they could finish that little thing in their crotches, Wilgefortz had already been hanged. Tsk, tsk, tsk, this world is really weird, isn't it?"

The Supreme Council of Warlocks was originally one of the two major institutions for self-management by Warlocks.

But as time passed, the kings finally relied on their pervasive political influence to gain some infiltration.

Is this infiltration spontaneously carried out by the talented and strategic king, or is it the self-integration of power itself? I can’t tell clearly anymore.

Nowadays, the five members of the Supreme Council of Warlocks all have the title of 'Royal Advisor' of various countries.

It has become an intersection between the powers of warlocks and kings.

Among the warlocks who took action this time, it was indeed led by several archmage members of the Supreme Council of Warlocks who were implicated.

"Quiet, Dijkstra."

Lan En just said this.

"You'd better hope that your entry into Arethusa can be concealed. I'm really doing this for your own good. You slapped the warlocks, and they have nothing to worry about now, but you'd better not tell the story of this slap to the public. Promote.”

"Otherwise, you may be found dead in your bed one day, and your hairy lungs will be seen during the autopsy. Vizmir will undoubtedly choose to settle the matter."

At three or four in the morning, Aretusa was completely silent and dim.

Because the arrest was mainly made in secret, the fifty soldiers led by Dijkstra all wore soft-soled shoes, and they made no big noise when they stepped on the marble floor.

In the long dark corridor and the tall and luxurious vaults, there were only the silent footsteps of the soldiers and the low voices of two people talking.

Then they walked out of the building. The cool wind blew from the dark sea, and the group finally didn't have to walk lightly.