Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 978: 960your savings

?Chapter 978 960. Your savings

?After listening to the description of the lady in the lake with a funny expression as if watching a play, Lan En also knew that the goddess did not care about the people coming and going on Lake Vizima.

?As long as she doesn't want to, then even if the Temerians turn over Black Tern Island, or even drain Lake Vizima, they still won't be able to see the true form of the goddess.

?“Then I won’t do anything.”

?Lann spread his hands and shrugged.

The goddess nodded indifferently.

“Of course, I also want to see how many more creative ideas they can express.”

??The witcher shook his head at the goddess' amusement.

?Based on the performance on Lake Vizima, Lan knew that they had basically figured out the belief in the Lady in the Lake on Black Tern Island.

?An image of a **** who upholds the spirit of chivalry.

?Hence why drama-like plots are staged around Lake Vizima.

?“Hello to you, Gatiss.”

?Just like during the previous wars, even within the Nilfgaardian army, weren't there any tragic sacrifices among tens of thousands of people?

?A warrior who died without upholding the glorious spirit of chivalry?

?But these people will not receive blessings and favors, because this is a war between humans.

?“You actually remember my name?!”

?In the series of actions before that, the five virtues of knighthood were demonstrated in him.

?The only ones left who can still show the spirit of chivalry are the loners.

?After entering the village, the witcher found that this originally dirty little fishing village had become much richer.

?The value and perseverance of a certain spirit cannot be expressed with words or preached everywhere. It needs to be tested.

Qilin arched his head and wanted to taste the green flowers and moss balls, but the flannel ball was on guard, saying he wanted to see if they could grow them in this world.

??If you want to compare it to someone other than yourself.

?Lan En scratched his cheek.

??I feel that I need to have at least a life journey like Geralt and Vesemir to be qualified to be recognized by a lady.

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After saying hello to the lady in the lake, Lan En came to the Dark Water.

? Regardless of title, it’s not that simple just in terms of spirit and actions.

They may be excellent intelligence agents, but there is no doubt that their sensory acuity cannot match that of ordinary witchers.

?The tavern owner looked even happier.

The favor of the Lady of the Lake is simple. Showing chivalry is enough.

Onions, potatoes, and garlic were tied into garlands and hung on the load-bearing wooden pillars of the tavern.

?“Master! Master Lan En!”

?Severe, even desperate, ordeal.

?This kind of ‘confrontation’ has been going on for a long time.

??Now Lan En's stature has completely widened the gap with ordinary people. Perhaps in the eyes of the tavern owner, he can hide it a little bit by sitting down.

?It is in trials that ‘real gold’ is revealed.

?But according to Lan En's observation, there are five scattered people sitting in the tavern now, but none of them are sitting here to get themselves drunk with alcohol.

?Lann's test has been completed. At the end of the test, he expelled the evil gods that invaded the world.

??The image painted with bright paint is similar to the statue of the Lady in the Lake painted on the village's outer beach.

The tavern owner, who had changed into a brand-new silk puff-sleeved tight top, had sharp eyes and immediately saw his big patron.

?After entering, the candlelight illuminated the less-than-ideal interior with warm tones.

??Tavern owner Gatiss quickly asked Lan to sit down and looked around at the same time.

Lan En, who was walking into the door frame with his head lowered, also raised his hand to say hello.

?But if acting-like behavior is enough to win the goddess's favor, then this favor seems too cheap.

??So the Lady of the Lake distorted Triss's original teleportation technique, and turned her back on the mirror master Gunter O'Dimm, and brought Lan to her.

?At least the tavern in the village has not only been completely renovated, but also the wooden exterior walls have been painted.

?As usual, in order to take care of the villagers' ability to accept, Qilin and Fengbuqiu had to stay outside.

?He threw the towel he was wiping the wine glass over his shoulder and cheered.

?There are people in one legion who uphold a noble spirit, but not in the other legion?

?So which one should the goddess support?

?Whoever has a noble spirit will receive more blessings if there are more people, or less blessings if there are fewer people?

?But if a legion already has a large number of warriors with noble character and perseverance, then they cannot win without the intervention of gods?

?The operation of human society is no less complex than the code of conduct of a certain god.

?So gods like the Lady of the Lake will not interfere in the internal wars of humans.

??The two guys were at odds with each other, and neither of them paid attention to Lan En.

?Obviously, the El Cat and the New World Ancient Dragon also felt a sense of relief after coming out of the World of Fire.

?Honour, wisdom, generosity, bravery and mercy.

"Otherwise? I still remember that day you put on a dejected face as if you were about to die, and said your last words to let me remember your name. That kind of self-introduction is really rare."

?“Aha!”

??But where are there so few knights in the world, whether they claim to be or have legitimate status?

Even if there are a bunch of civil servants in Vizima City Hall, which secretary-general doesn’t have a knighthood?

?The kitten and Gulong were so happy, they were digging into the big package.

Gatis brought over a large cup. There was a layer of water mist on the cup, and it had obviously been iced.

?“What to drink this time, Master? The Redanian Herb from last time?”

"No." Lan En shook his head, remembering the bitter taste of herbs that he couldn't get used to. "Sweet, a little stronger, thank you."

? ? "Then Nilfgaardian lemon wine, with an extra spoonful of syrup!" ? ? Holding his own extra-large cup, Lan didn't mean to hide it too much.

?He went directly to a table in the corner of the tavern.

?Sitting on the table was a bald man wearing a monocle.

?“Long time no see, Taller.”

?Lan En sat opposite him, smiled and raised his glass.

?The intelligence chief was sitting in the corner, eating a plate of roasted garlic. He wiped his oily hands on his body and picked up his own glass of beer.

"Yes, long time no see, Master." He looked natural and not surprised. "Kindly, long time no see."

?Lann took a sip of Nilfgaardian lemon with syrup, and the sweetness in his mouth made him feel very comfortable.

?Taler exhaled a breath of cold air after finishing the drink.

“Pfft~ That’s bullshit. The cooling amulet provided here is so effective. The beer is so cold that it gives me a headache.”

?Opening his mouth, he started spewing curse words as usual.

?But after he finished cursing, Taller raised a finger from the hand holding the wine glass and pointed it at the tavern owner.

"You didn't blame him, did you? We are a group of people who work for intelligence, but Gatis is quite a decent person."

"It's already the blame last time. I said, I don't object to honest contact. Besides, Gatiss can't refuse you. What's the point of blaming him?"

"Okay. I forgot about you son of a bitch, but you are also a decent person."

?Taler habitually poured cold beer into his mouth, and then his head was throbbing from the ice.

“If that doesn’t work, why don’t you put it down and drink again?”

Lan En glanced at him sideways and made a suggestion.

?But Taller refused.

“I’ve only had this cold beer in the **** Vizima Palace in the summer. Just a few times! Now it’s free!”

?Taler said bitterly while pressing his head to endure the pain.

?Lann immediately stopped trying to persuade the intelligence chief working for Foltest.

?The resentment of social animals seems to be very strong.

??The witcher's palm pressed down: "Okay, it's up to you, it's up to you."

“By the way, how are the post-war negotiations going?”

Lan En’s original intention was to change the topic and divert this social beast’s attention.

??But the follow-up to this topic is really surprising.

“Oh, everything is going according to the process.” Taller said casually as he squeezed out another soft garlic clove from the oily roasted garlic and ate it.

"War, no matter how alarmist it sounds, is just that. Everyone is familiar with it. After all, which country has never fought a war? Win or lose."

“Only this time, it’s Vilgefortz of Rogoeven. This talented, handsome and promising member of the coven shines in this negotiation.”

"But I think, Ser Lane, your first **** concern right now shouldn't be the finalized war negotiations."

?After saying that, Taller looked at Lan and grinned.

?That smile must have left a terrifying impression in the eyes of many intelligence officers.

?After all, if an intelligence chief with a bald head and a monocle smiles at you, this is probably a bad sign.

??But Lan En felt that Taller's smile towards him now was more like having fun?

?But this is not right!

?There are no sorceresses around here!

?Lan En calmly pressed the roaring bear head pendant around his neck to confirm that he was not wrong.

?“Then what should I care about?”

??The witcher took a sip from the wine glass in his hand and asked curiously.

"Your savings, Ser Lane." Taller spat out a word that made Lane feel nothing.

??However, the smile on the corner of the intelligence chief's mouth, which looked like a show of excitement, still made Lan En pay attention.

?“My savings?”

With a "squeak" sound, a door opened in a row of guest rooms behind the tavern.

??Although Margarita has not been here for a long time, the huge rent she paid is still in effect.

?But this room is not the one Margarita booked.

??The person who came out looked very hesitant, and this feeling could almost be heard in the sound of hesitantly opening the door.

Immediately afterwards, Lan En's eyes moved down from the middle height of the door that was pushed open, and he finally saw the appearance of the person coming.

?That strong and fiery red beard is very representative.

?“Thileton?”

??The witcher raised his eyebrows, feeling a little confused.

?Thileton Giancardi.

??Originally, he was a member of the Giancardi Bank in the city of Gos Velen, but later because he wanted to start a career, he did not hesitate to join the Valyrian Steel Company that Lan En and Aretuza cooperated with.

??The dwarf, who was originally enthusiastic and straightforward, now looked like a little brat caught by his parents, moving closer to the table where Lan En was sitting.