Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 995 977. Adjust the atmosphere

"Good day, my lord."

Lincoln, who was already waiting behind the door, first bowed to Lan En on Qilin's back and said hello, then straightened up and nodded to the kitten standing on Qilin's head.

"Good day, flannel ball."

"Hello to you too, Lincoln!"

Lan En turned over and dismounted, and Lincoln stepped forward to give him a courtesy support.

Express the status relationship of subordinates.

When Lan En stood on the ground, Lincoln seemed to be curious and wanted to slowly put his hand on Qilin's neck and touch it.

But then, "Whoops!"

Qilin turned his head to his side and exhaled, the hot air expelled from his wet nostrils still carrying an electric arc.

Lincoln, who was wearing knight armor, was electrocuted.

"Eh~"

The electric current caused a trembling scream to come out of the knight's mouth, which stopped after a moment.

Meanwhile, Flanbuqiu and Lan En were watching the fun with malicious smiles.

The knights in the castle were also in an uproar.

The last time Lan En went outside the city of Gos Velen to receive his knights again, he did not ride Qilin over.

After all, considering their receptivity, a talking Elcat would be quite amazing.

Now, a mount that could match Lan En's body type was already unusual.

Coupled with this expensive and heavy magic horse gear, there is also the majestic temperament of Qilin itself.

"Is this a unicorn?!"

This voice could be heard faintly among the knights.

"It seems that during this period of time, you are..." Lincoln trembled with his hands and looked at Lan En with a grin on his face. It was obvious that he was not used to the feeling of being given a slight electric shock. "Achieve a lot?"

"Haha!" Lan En, who had succeeded in the prank, leaned over and hugged Lincoln's shoulders and shook him.

"It's called Qilin, and he's my friend. No, you don't need to take care of it, it can play happily on its own."

Lan En said as he called for Geralt to follow him.

White Wolf handed Carrot's reins to the members of the Ember Knights who were waiting.

He is also an old acquaintance with the members of these knights. After all, they fought side by side in Sintra.

But after not seeing each other for such a long time, he just felt that these people were completely different from the original group of stragglers.

"Long time no see, I leave it to you, He Lin."

His hair was still wet from the sweat of training, and the knight lying on his forehead smiled and took the reins.

"Isn't this horse still called Carrot?"

"What else? That's what my horses are called, you know."

The two of them smiled and patted each other on the shoulders. After Geralt waved again, he quickened his pace slightly and rushed towards Lan En and the others who were walking in front.

As soon as he stepped forward, Geralt noticed an acquaintance approaching.

Stuart Lynn, son of Hackthor Lynn.

The originally handsome and young knight now had half of his face shattered. Instead of letting Aretuza's technology reshape his face, he just patched up the gap in his cheek with an iron chin.

But that iron chin was useless, it just made his temperament more scary in addition to being cold.

Geralt looked at Stuart with a somewhat complicated look.

The two of them had had a lot of friction before in the refugee group in Sintra, but after Haxo explained everything in letters and cleared up the misunderstanding, Stewart had been destroyed into a humanoid form.

It took a long time to rescue him in Aretusa.

Geralt had no chance to talk to him, so he could only protect Ciri and rush to Kaer Morhen.

Xili's identity was too sensitive at the time, and even now, and he didn't dare to stop at all.

So now when acquaintances met, Geralt, who was not very good at communicating, just walked up to Stuart and opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

Stewart's cold temperament was even more exaggerated than before the injury, so even when Geralt walked up to him, he just glanced at him.

"By the way, I've never been to this castle before. Stuart, please introduce it to me."

And just when the atmosphere between the two became more solidified, Lan En's voice broke in like an icebreaker.

The young demon hunter seemed completely unaware of the abnormality in the atmosphere, and naturally inserted himself between the two. Two hands were placed on their shoulders, one on each side, and they were pulled forward.

Lan En's good communication skills and emotional sensitivity allowed Lan En to eliminate the barriers with almost no surprises.

"Lincoln is the commander you appointed to hold your ring, my lord."

Stewart said calmly, and Lan smiled indifferently.

"But you are also involved in management, right? Don't deny it, I can feel it from the people of the Knights."

"So, do you want to punish me for overstepping my authority? I have no objection."

"Condemnation? Don't be so serious, Stuart."

Lan En patted him on the shoulder. Although he deliberately controlled the force, the knight with a cold face was still shaken violently and coughed.

"Lincoln doesn't have your management experience. I think he has potential, but this potential is far from being developed. Your guidance will be very helpful to him."

"And the Knights can't always have just such a small number of people. It's inevitable that the management team will be richer."

"Please, even the style of the noble coat of arms on the ring seal is the draft you gave me. I wish I had many people to worry about this kind of chore for me."

In just three or two sentences, Lan En completed 'breaking the ice', 'pacifying people' and 'looking forward to future development'.

Even as an outsider to the Knights, Geralt could clearly feel that when Lan first arrived, the atmosphere in the Knights was exciting but a bit tense.

The knights worried that their current situation would displease their lord.

They looked up to Lan En as if they were worshiping gods, but they also became nervous in front of him.

But now the atmosphere was greatly relaxed, as if Lan En had not left the leadership position for a long time, but had been with them all the time.

I won't be able to do this even if I live for hundreds of years.

Geralt said to himself while following the atmosphere and relaxing.

Lan En controlled the atmosphere of the scene like a fish in water.

He was friends with everyone here and shared campfires and food in the wild.

But his status as a friend does not mean that he does not need to use the methods of a leader to carry out overall control.

Friends are friends, but after forming a group, group management must be adopted to ensure the operation of the organization.

It’s not about the intimacy of the relationship, it’s about the strength of the group’s organization.

So even if Lan En has friendship with everyone here, he will still use some 'tricks' when appropriate.

For example, the few sentences just now, as well as his matching little expressions and movements.

"You are the son of the royal steward, Stuart."

Lan En opened his hands slightly, as if he was waiting to watch the show.

"We are all a bunch of 'idiots' who only know how to kill people. Can you still expect them to introduce me to me?"

Smiling and cursing without malice is a good way to heat up the atmosphere, especially for people with higher status.

So the people around were laughing together without caring.

Stewart sighed and shrugged, and walked to the front of the row as if resigned to his fate.

"Then, please allow me to introduce to you this castle that is the residence of the Knights, my lord."

Stewart seems to have been influenced by his father.

As far as posture and etiquette are concerned, there's nothing wrong with it.

He stood by the road and bowed slightly, while extending his arms into the castle as an invitation to enter.

The flannel ball lay on Lan En's shoulder and followed the group in curiously.

"King Foltest's material support has never stopped, and we have also returned all donations from other countries in accordance with your instructions."

"There are currently sixty-one members of the Knights of Ember in High Hill Castle, but there are also almost twice that number of servants, as well as two royal liaisons from Temeria."

"The main body of the castle is made of local rocks and is a typical hill fort. Functionally, it is a defensive military fortress, and its appearance adopts the style of a tower castle."

Following Stuart's introduction, Lane walked into the main body of the castle.

As the son of the former steward of the royal family of Cintra, although he later became a knight, Haxor's knowledge still influenced him.

The speed and pitch of speaking, the order of introduction, the brief and detailed arrangements. These are all details that cannot be discovered by untrained people.

Military castles do not consider comfort, so even the commander's room is not spacious.

But after walking all the way, Lan En still saw large furniture that fit his size in the room.

This room belonging to the owner of the castle shows a rare degree of comfort.

Lan En sat on the big chair behind the desk. Next to the big chair, Lincoln specially placed a small chair that fit the shape of a flannel ball.

After Lan En sat down, Flanball also jumped up excitedly.

This is considered entering the scene of formal conversation.

"As usual, this is the ledger for this period, my lord."

Lincoln's armor was no different from the rest of the Knights of Ember, but the large notebook hanging on his waist like a crossbody bag was very eye-catching.

It can be regarded as his personal symbol within the Knights.

Lincoln opened the tome, pulled out a key from the pages, then opened it on a metal safe in this room, and took out a notebook.

Financial records, or traces of the flow of resources. If the controller of any organization does not have control over this thing, he is just a puppet put on stage.

Lan En flipped through it a few times, and Mentos had already sorted out all the details.

In addition to the initial large sum of funding, Foltest was also responsible for the replenishment of supplies and the monthly input of funds.

The first tranche of funds was twenty thousand orens, and two thousand orens were allocated every subsequent month. The supplies were calculated separately, and Lan En estimated that he put the pressure on the supplies on Weeserad, the Governor of Willen.

Even for the established knights in Temeria, this treatment is completely beyond the standard.

On average, a wealthy knight could get dozens of orons of agricultural products or a small amount of coins from the village under his name every month.

If you join the Knights, the nobles to which the Knights belong will give the knights a symbolic monthly allowance.

However, none of the members of the Knights of Ember are wealthy knights. Even if they had property before, they are now Nilfgaardians.