Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 577: 578 A mixed bag

Chapter 577: 578 A mixed bag

Chapter 577 578. A mixed bag

Hakthor gave Lan a different feeling.

When they met for the first time in the city of Sintra, in his eyes, the palace steward was still a person who dressed exquisitely, pursued etiquette, and was very easy to let his mind wander.

Simply put: a steward who is not difficult to contact.

But now, looking at those smiling eyes, Lan En felt a chill from the bottom of his heart.

This man is a bit dangerous.

The badge did not vibrate, and his body did not change at all, so this feeling of 'danger' was not caused by strength.

But thoughts.

There was no time for Lan En to continue to observe. After a simple shake of hands, Haxor turned around and walked towards the back with a smile.

"Everyone, please come with me. We still have to discuss how to go next. The road is going to be very difficult."

As he spoke, his figure disappeared into the dark shadows of the woods.

Beside him, a half-grown young man who looked like a knight's squire was writing and drawing on a notepad with a quill, like Haxo's note-keeper, who wanted to record his every word and deed. Come down.

Huckthor's son, Stuart and his sergeants were the first to follow him into the shadows.

Let me tell you, these nobles persistence in style will never be lost until the day the world is destroyed, right?

Dandelion leaned on a tree trunk with all its leaves and said sarcastically.

"Even at this level, our Wang family manager still kept a recordkeeper for himself. He probably wanted to record all his deeds during this difficult period and keep it as a biography. Hey, there is no way. Who can take it? How come so many people are moving forward?

The poet waved his hands, then curled up into a ball next to the roots of the tree and began to rest.

Although he was with the witchers, he neither wanted to go to a discussion like this, which was akin to a military meeting, nor was anyone asking him to go.

Ciri also leaned against Dandelion at Geralt's urging, keeping each other warm.

White Wolf now hopes that the little girl will not attract any more attention. It is best that everyone forgets her existence in the next moment.

The claim of the Princess of Sintra is indeed of great importance and involves a wide range of things.

Lan En took out a blanket from the alchemy leather bag and put it on both of them with the little girl's grateful eyes.

And just a blanket is a good thing in this war-torn area.

Subsequently, the three demon hunters, as important combat forces, also followed to discuss matters.

There are living tools such as tents and pots and pans in this place.

After all, it is a refugee group of several hundred people. After all, it cannot be as simple as surviving alone.

When its time to eat, at least these pots and pans can be used to warm the mouth.

Huckthor, his sons and soldiers, and the witcher all have tents.

Dandelion and Ciri were resting outside just to catch their breath.

There are already many people in the tent, some with glasses, some with sabers, some with turbans, scholars, businessmen, mercenaries, and sergeants. It is inevitable that the refugee group will be mixed.

The sudden and rapidly advancing war situation has obviously swept through everyone in the country of Sintra, from all walks of life and from all walks of life.

All the knowledgeable and resourceful people in the refugee group are gathered here.

As soon as the three demon hunters entered, the entire tent became crowded.

The medium-weight armor of the Wolf School is okay, the heavy armor of the Bear School is really burly, and Lan En is even more burly at the superhuman level.

We need to send out scouts quickly to take a look at the border.

As soon as the witchers came in, they heard Stuart's voice.

The knight, who was younger than Lan En, pointed at the map on the table and said decisively.

"We have no military information, everyone." "We don't know who the Nilfgaardians are tangled with nearby, where their main camp is stationed, and where the most likely battlefield will be. It's fast to cross the border, but you'll die just as fast."

The reason and logic make sense, but for a group of refugees, this is still difficult to accept.

So in order to avoid the Nilfgaardians, we have to send scouts to get close to the Nilfgaardians first!?

A guy who barely maintained his dignity and looked like a businessman opened his eyes and asked questions.

Whats the difference between this and We are afraid of death, so we wont be afraid if we die first?

The difference is that you dont have to die!

Stewart turned around suddenly, looking at the businessman with a face that was too calm for his age, making him choke on the words in his mouth for an instant.

"It's my soldiers who died! They will ride on fast horses and go out to explore without any marks. If they encounter Nilfgaardians, they will die! If they don't encounter them, they will come back alive and report the route! Do you understand?"

So the businessman reluctantly opened his mouth, but could say nothing.

There was a "bang" sound, which was the muffled sound of a heavy steel scepter hitting the ground.

Haktho made this sound with the scepter of the Mayor of Sintra, while the scribe beside him wrote furiously from the beginning and never stopped.

"so."

The former royal steward smiled and nodded to the witchers, as if he didn't even hear the **** taste of this plan in his son's mouth.

Thanks to the more than twenty new horses brought by the master witchers, we have a lot of extra cavalry, so we can consider this method.

The witchers nodded to him in response.

Lan Ens size caused little trouble here, because the people here have devoted themselves wholeheartedly to the matter of survival.

What's more, the demon hunters are a mysterious and rare group, and the abrupt body shape seems to many people to be quite consistent with their status.

Immediately afterwards, Haxo turned his head and faced the businessman who asked the question again.

Mr. Hilton, the next plan has been made clear, so I wont hide it anymore.

Ive invited you here this time because I want you to take out all the supplies in your caravan, and the caravans guards will also participate in our daily security work.

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the entire tent suddenly became solid.

The stiffness on Hilton's face instantly turned into fierceness.

What do you mean, my lord?

He respectfully shouted "Sir", but his eyes had already begun to scan Haxo's unarmored body, and his hands were retracted into the wide cuffs.

No one doubts that there will be a sharp dagger in his sleeve.

Lan En also noticed that a guy dressed as a mercenary was also moving his hand like a spider, creeping from his body to the hilt of the sword at his waist.

A group of refugees who are very likely to be hacked to death by the Nilfgaardians in the sunshine tomorrow are still struggling with the gain and loss of their goods, and a mercenary seems to be preparing to ask for help because the merchant can give more. The leader of the refugee group rebelled.

This may seem unreasonable, but its actually quite reasonable.

After all, the world has not been destroyed yet. After all, this is just a war that affects several countries.

Money still circulates in the world and can be spent.

There are always many people who are willing to risk death for money.

Even to this point, it is no different.

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