Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 780: 762Intelligence Chief

Chapter 780 762. Intelligence chief

Gudu~ha!

Sitting in the tavern, Lan En smiled calmly and watched Taller, who was sitting with him at the bar, gulping down a glass of cold Rivia cherry beer.

He turned to look at the hotel owner who had stored his things for him several times.

The boss's current attire is much richer than the previous one, which was stained with age oil and sweat.

He wore a clean tight-fitting jacket with puffed sleeves, and even matched himself with a black silk vest and bow tie.

Although the service is still lame, it is worthy of being positioned as a village pub. But the wine stored in the wine cabinet behind him is completely comparable to the tavern in the distant city of Vizima.

Like this cup of Livia Cherry Beer, which is still chilly in early summer, if it were placed in a glass, the outside of the glass would probably be frosty.

Without a mage to use magic to cool down, this condition is not easy to achieve.

It seems you have a lot of new goods here?

Lan En asked the boss with a smile.

After the wine glasses were served, the boss did not stay here to say a few more words. Instead, he consciously walked to the other end of the bar.

How to treat them, the bureaucrats only need to follow the specifications and rules of the wizarding society.

Lan En nodded indifferently: "Then have a drink, with beer."

But thats the biggest decision I can make with those sons of bitches, Master.

No problem, Ill treat you to whatever you want to drink today!

To install furniture of this special specification.

The hotel owner said excitedly with even more enthusiasm than before.

This matter has to be discussed after the Battle of Sodden Mountain is over.

After Lan En demonstrated his power to single-handedly determine the entire war situation, the first headache was the bureaucracy of each country.

At that time, although Alzu and Pure White Rafael were also arrogant, they were still within the framework of the Wizards Association.

Lan En raised his eyebrows at Taller: "That's a bit too abnormal."

The witcher raised the extra-large cup in his hand and tapped the extra-large stool under his **** with his finger.

Now Im a little doubtful whether you are engaged in intelligence.

This tavern will not be able to recoup its cost if it is just opened in the village, and it wont be.

Is there anything new? Something stronger.

Bureaucracies are basically synonymous with being conservative, seeking stability, and resisting change. They have never encountered such a situation.

"Put it in a beer glass!" Before Lan En could finish speaking, the boss quickly started to move. "I understand, we are acquaintances, sir."

Taler curled his lips, pinched a piece of cheese from the small plate in front of him and put it in his mouth.

"Thank you! If you hadn't driven away the black dogs of Nilfgaard, who would be in the mood to drink well now? All the money would have to be saved to deal with the trouble."

Lan En took a sip of the Redanian herbal wine in the cup in his hand. This stuff did have a bitter herbal taste, which Lan En didn't quite appreciate. He still liked drinking it with a little sweetness.

Redanian herbal wine has a unique herbal bitterness. It is a serious high-altitude wine and can be used in alchemy.

But a witcher?

When did bureaucrats pay attention to this marginalized and rare group?

If this was an army, then the bureaucrats could still manage to come up with a contact strategy.

But this is a person. A man who could single-handedly defeat Nilfgaard's legions on the battlefield.

At that time, the number of participants in the war was estimated to be about 110,000.

As for those who were directly killed by Lan En and his knights, they would have lost ten thousand at least.

Among them, the famous Duke of NilfgaardAdal Aep Darcy, as a very conspicuous footnote, he and his mixed divisions stayed in the first row of results.

The kingdom's bureaucracy simply didn't know how to contact him and how to turn this unprecedented force into its own political power, bargaining chip, and friend.

So we were happy to hear that, after the parliament and meetings were running in circles, and the MPs spread their arms and cursed for a long time, they finally came up with a countermeasure.

This countermeasure is as usual, it doesnt look normal.

After all, this kind of thing is generally the product of various forces fighting each other, finally finding their own bottom line, and then compromising with each other.

So its even quite different from what ordinary people think of as common sense.

So what can I do, Master?

Taller curled his lips and spread his hands.

"The stupid parliament made a request to me, and the king also made a request to me. Although we have our own way of doing intelligence, we have to take care of it when the superiors give orders. There is no way."

Just hearing about your achievements on the battlefield makes me want to **** myself. Its just a fool who got into trouble with you and tricked you. Its not like Ive been fooled by a fool!

That's why there is such a fragmented situation in this village.

On the other hand, the intelligence officers were integrating into the villagers and hiding in the dark as required. But on the other hand, Taller used various financial means to inject capital into this village tavern and make it look super-standard.

This is indeed a very real workplace situation: after the superiors fought with each other, they compromised and issued strange orders. In order to complete the task below, they had to use more strange ways to balance the above rules and achieve the goals.

It sounds like youre used to this kind of trouble.

Lan kept drinking this glass of wine that he didn't like very much, and said casually to Taller.

The intelligence chief nodded, with the same casual tone.

No way, isnt that what work is all about? And those who work in intelligence are special in nature, and they have to be subject to extra strict restrictions. If Im not used to it, can I still do it? Id have been stabbed in the kidney and thrown into the cesspool a long time ago.

Tsk. Lan En smacked his lips and glanced sideways down at Taller. "Can't you speak without using curse words?"

No way, its been like this since childhood. If you cant stand it, theres nothing I can do about it.

.Okay, no **** dwarf has a bad mouth.

Taller made Lan Endu spit out a curse word.

But Lan En can't help it. You can't just behead someone because of their habitual oral habits, right?

Anyway, my strategy for contacting you is to be fair and aboveboard.

Taler took another sip while he was talking.

Those congressmen who dont have Trolls in their heads have simply read too many small books, and all they have seen are the big butts and **** model paintings in them. They are also secretly collecting intelligence. Ha, ugh.

At the end of the sentence, Taller grunted, tilted his head and spat on the floor.

I wouldnt object to you being above and above board. But at the end of the day, what kind of information do you want to collect?

Lann waited for him to finish complaining, and then he held the wine glass and looked at Taller out of the corner of his eye and asked.