Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 787: 769 shelter from the limelight

Chapter 787 769. Shelter from the limelight

So you had a bad meal last night and youre going to drag me out today?

Berengar followed Lan En on a Poppy, with an expression on his long face that was hesitant to speak.

After Poppy could no longer afford his body and his height did not match his own, Lan entrusted it to Berengar.

witchers love swords, armor, horses,

Because these three are closely related to their careers, loving them means loving your own life.

Although Berengar's career as a witcher has actually been retired, his love for horses and the skills to care for them are still with him.

Lan En felt quite relieved to entrust Popeye, a friend who had been with him for a long time, to him.

"What do you mean by 'having a bad meal last night'? It's easy to misunderstand! I was at dinner! Dinner!"

Mr. Lan turned his head and argued with reason.

He was very happy to see Lan En appearing again and maintaining a good attitude.

Killing requires pressure, as long as the murderer is a normal human being.

The demon hunter is just a little bit "slow" in the matter of killing because of his profession. But normal pressure is there.

Worried that the blood and filth on the battlefield would overwhelm him.

The old witcher leaned on his horse and poked the helmet on the kitten's head.

What strange things did you bring back this time?

But only Lan Ens true friends and those who love him would be sincerely worried.

The old demon hunter exclaimed.

Hey! He can still talk! Is he a kitten person?

Hello, meow! My name is Fluffy Ball Meow!

When other people heard the reports of the witcher's battles on the battlefield, which were like myths and legends, they either didn't believe it, or they were so excited that they couldn't control themselves.

Men are always very persistent in certain areas.

The flannel ball hanging on Lan En's shoulder held up his helmet and waved to Berengar.

Berengar is riding a Pope so that his head can be equal to Lan En.

But at the same time, the corner of the retired old demon hunter's mouth curved.

This kitten?

You cant even imagine how powerful I was last night!

So now that Lan En is no different from when they saw him before, the old witcher is sunny, decent, and able to take a joke, and feels relieved.

Berengar nodded wordlessly.

Berengar especially understands this feeling.

Geralt could kill three or four robbers on the road without blinking an eye, but he probably wouldn't kill an unarmed farmer's family until he died.

"You didn't go to the northern reserve and kidnapped one, did you? Be careful, this thing is a rare thing."

There is a race of cat people in this world, but unlike El cats, they dont even have a recurved leg structure, they just have a cat face and long hair.

Berengar is just guessing because he has never seen it.

Oh, so what if I turned from there?

Lan En asked calmly.

Berengar choked and shook his head.

"That doesn't seem to be a big deal. Except for the blind little brat who will cause trouble, I think Kevir wants you to go to the protected area to investigate."

Then its over?

Lan shrugged, and the kitten on his shoulder shook his head.

Besides, the flannel ball is also a warrior, dont underestimate it.

Dont underestimate me, meow!

The calico kitten is very happy that she has been recognized.

Okay, okay. Berengar nodded casually, but he had long admitted that his knowledge was limited. After all, the things Lan En brought back from another world were always strange, and he was used to them.

"Then why are you looking for me? Speaking from experience, I wonder if you don't have to deal with the dean in the college for several days before going out to do anything?"

Berengar was talking about dirty jokes between men, but Lan En did not smile in agreement at this time.

Instead, his expression was calm.

Do you remember the promise I got from Vesemir?

The old demon hunter raised his eyebrows when he heard the name.

"You want to go to Kaer Morhen and study the codex left by Arzu and Malaspina? Why now? The winter has long passed now. Everyone has gone out to pick up work. There should be no one left in the castle. Thats right.

I feel like I really need deeper knowledge, and also want to avoid the limelight.

Lann and the old witcher were walking on the coastline outside the city of Gos Velen.

The beach along this coastline is not wide, and about ten meters away from the sea are high soil slopes and small woods.

As Lan En spoke, he found a broken tree and sat on it.

A shelter from the limelight? You? Berengar asked him exaggeratedly. "Aren't you the biggest star now? Those bards in the tavern, if they don't sing songs about the war for a day, no one will give them half a copper."

Although drunkards have drunk their tongues, they can still spit out and cheer when they hear those stories.

Berengar kept telling the story of what happened during Lan En's absence.

But Lan En just looked at the sea and interrupted him.

Thats the problem, Berengar.

"What?"

I said: Its this atmosphere that makes me feel wrong.

Lan emphasized again, and turned to look at Berengar on Poppy's back. Two pairs of cat eyes facing each other.

Foltest met with me on my return and his intelligence told him that there are many people who want to rediscover the knowledge of witcher mutation surgery.

Lan En bluntly stated the current situation, and the old demon hunter's face suddenly stiffened.

Berengar is not a smart man, nor is he sensitive to politics or conspiracy.

He knows this himself.

So when Lan En's story was compiled and spread in various ways, he didn't have any special feelings. On the contrary, he regarded it as a lively and somewhat proud story.

But as soon as he mentioned the Witcher Mutation, this guy immediately became serious.

His previous deep hatred for demon hunters was partly due to the fact that his identity was no longer accepted by human society and he had to risk his life to maintain his life.

On the other hand, there are also painful memories that linger about the mutation process.

Except for psychopaths, no demon hunter can talk about his own or other people's mutation surgery calmly.

The process was too cruel.

Now you understand, apart from good things, what else can fame bring?

Lann spread his hands towards Berengar.

The old demon hunter touched his chin and said.

So you dont just study the Codex, you also go

Seal off the witchers knowledge of mutations, or at least make the guys a little more careful.

Lan En said calmly.

I am the one who brings the limelight, and it is not easy for me to influence others.

Berengar shook his head helplessly: "That's why you didn't show up in the city, and didn't even go to the workshop to say hello to Yuna and Fergus?"

"Okay, this is indeed an urgent matter. We will leave for Kaer Morhen in the next two days. But..."

Speaking of this, the old demon hunter seemed a little hesitant.

"Abandoning mutations is nothing to us. After all, even if we have obsessions, we only have feelings for the school. In fact, few people want to continue the terrible mutation surgery. But there is a group of people who I think you should go to have a look."