Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1165 1147. Sudden news

It was a young man wearing a felt hat and a leather vest, which was convenient and flexible.

It seemed that running or riding a horse made him pant and his face flushed, and the chestnut hair on his head became wet and stuck to his forehead.

The bartender of Yinlu Tavern stopped him first.

The other people in the tavern also looked at him as if they were used to it, then turned their heads and returned their eyes to their own tables.

"Look at how anxious you are."

The bartender with a white towel on his shoulder looked up and down at the young man and brought him a glass of water.

"Who are you looking for? Are you in a hurry?"

The bartender meant to let him move and move slowly so as not to disturb other guests.

The high-end style of Yinlu Tavern is also an aspect of luxury.

But this young man just took a sip of the water cup and continued to raise one hand to ask around loudly.

"Excuse me, Duke Lan of Cintra, is he here? I asked all the way from the City Hall to the Giancardi Bank, and then to the workshop area, and finally came here."

In the booth at the corner of the first floor hall, the four people at the table looked at the messenger who was looking for someone to find the tavern in confusion.

It was Lan who raised his hand to greet him.

"This way, sir."

Everyone looked up, and then quickly lowered their heads.

Only the young messenger breathed a sigh of relief, returned the water glass in his hand to the bartender and walked over here.

He walked into the small high platform of the booth, took off the felt hat on his head, and held his hands in front of his chest.

It can be seen that although he is young, he is already a skilled messenger.

People who see Lan's figure and appearance for the first time always can't help but daze.

This messenger is also, but the task at hand still makes him sober up quickly.

"This, this is news from Vizima, sir."

The messenger said a little stutteringly.

At the same time, he took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Lan on the other side of the table.

The young demon hunter took it with his hand. The bright red wax seal on it was intact, and the wax pattern was the white lily, the national emblem of Temeria.

Foltest?

"Vijimaha." Margarita smiled ambiguously, looked at Lan and asked, "Is it Triss? She can't wait to find you?"

"No." Lan replied with a slight frown, and showed her the wax on the envelope.

So the others at the dinner table also raised their eyebrows, not knowing what Foltest wanted to say to Lan.

"Thank you." Lan took out an Oren coin from his pocket and put it on the table, pushing it to the messenger, "You've been to so many places, it's hard work."

And the letter was put into his pocket.

But the messenger did not leave, but licked his lips and said to Lan nervously.

"That. You'd better take a look now, sir."

He rubbed his hands holding the felt hat together nervously.

"This is a bit urgent, and I have a message here. You have to cooperate."

Even Lan En raised his eyebrows in surprise.

He took out the letter that was about to be put into his pocket, and directly opened the wax seal, took out the letter and read it.

There were several sheets of paper in the envelope. Lan En quickly skimmed the first few sheets until the last one, narrowed his eyes slightly, and took some time to read it seriously.

After reading it, he folded the letter and looked up at the messenger standing by the table.

"Apart from the format greetings in the previous style that were gorgeous and cumbersome, but had no actual content. Is the situation true?"

"It's true, sir." The messenger lowered his voice but it didn't seem abrupt. It seemed that he often delivered messages for important people.

"Every word is true."

"Specifically?" Lan asked, "I mean the number."

He raised the folded letter in his hand to the courier: "It only has vague descriptions such as 'a lot' and 'a lot' written on it. I want the specific number."

"This is the scope of the message I want to bring to you, my lord."

The courier looked around the table, asking Lan whether they wanted to talk alone.

If it was a royal secret letter under normal circumstances, the courier would have the right to directly dismiss the people around him.

But obviously, when Foltest sent him out to deliver the letter, he should have told him to respect Lan's decision.

Lan didn't say anything, just waved his hand.

Berengar moved to the side, making an empty seat on the table.

So the courier also knew what it meant.

He didn't act pretentiously, pulled a stool to sit down, and continued to speak in a low voice.

"All gone."

"What?" Lan En's hand, which was originally fiddling with the letter paper, suddenly stopped and asked again, "What do you mean?"

"It means exactly what it says, sir." As he spoke, it seemed as if the messenger himself was nervous and at a loss because of the news he brought. His throat rolled up and down and he swallowed his saliva.

"That place is now... dead silent."

"The several villages that originally lived there by fishing and hunting, although they didn't know what happened, they all fled in other directions. They were scared and talking nonsense."

"They said they couldn't survive anyway. This thing is wrong. They have never seen it in their ancestors!"

The other three people at the table were confused, but because they were confused, coupled with the messenger's vaguely terrified expression at this time, and the content of his words.

It only makes people feel a vague chilling feeling in their hearts.

It seemed that the originally warm tones and swaying candlelight in the Yinlu Tavern had become strange and gloomy.

"But Foltest should have sent someone to check it out, right?"

Firelight and shadows swayed on Lan En's profile, and when the shadows covered his eyes, the cat's eyes would glow slightly.

"Not only Foltest, that place is close to the Principality of Elland, so Duke Siward must also have sent people. Even Aedirn may have sent people to investigate. Tell me, what is the result?"

Temeria is a kingdom, and under this kingdom there are dependent countries such as the Principality of Maribor and the Principality of Elland.

When Temeria fought a civil war to determine the succession, the ‘Dagger War’ was fought between the Duke of Elland and the Duke of Maribor.

Later, half of Maribo was crushed by the saliva demon summoned by [Arzu Double Cross].

But that was a story long ago and has nothing to do with now.

"No results, sir." The messenger pursed his lips and said softly, "Everyone who was sent before did not come back alive."

"Because of this, His Majesty thought of you. He waited in the Dark Water for a while, but he did not expect that you came directly to Gos Velen."

"That's why I was sent all the way here."

Lan En fiddled with the stack of letters in his hands and was silent for a moment.

"Understood." He nodded and said, "That's it, nothing more?"

"Yeah, that's all I know."

"Thank you." Lan En raised the letter in his hand towards the messenger, "Your work is done, sir. Please go and have a rest. The consumption here will be charged to my account."

The messenger stood up, saluted Lan En, then put on his felt hat again and walked down from the booth.

After everyone left, Tisaya raised her delicate chin and said to the letter in Lan En's hand.

"what happened?"

Margarita and Berengar also looked at him curiously.

"A scene." Lan En looked at the letter in his hand with a tangled expression. He didn't seem to know how to describe it. In the end, he could only say uncertainly, "Abnormal?"

"Foltest said something very unusual happened near Airland as recently as a month ago."

"In the northeast of Elland, I don't know when, the sounds of birds and animals there have become increasingly rare."

"No one cared about it at first, not even the people who were fleeing the famine began to appear in the villages in that area. But gradually"

"Nothing comes out of there anymore."

"All the sounds of the creatures also disappeared. This attracted the attention of Duke Elland - Siward."

"And when the impact in this area not only did not calm down over time, but began to expand, and it was about to threaten the Pontal Valley, concern turned to panic."

Originally, the expressions of the three people became more and more solemn as Lan En described it. Later, after the location of 'Pontal Valley' was mentioned, there was no longer any surprise or doubt.

Because this place is so important.

The four largest kingdoms in the north are actually divided very neatly by the terrain, almost like a crooked field grid.

The Mahakam Mountains in the south, where the dwarves have lived for generations, are connected to the Kestrel Mountains in the north, cutting them vertically, and the Pontar River runs through them laterally.

Temeria is in the lower left corner of the field, Redania is in the upper left, Kaedwen is in the upper right, and Aedirn is in the lower right.

The Pontal Valley is where the Pontal River separates the Mahakam Mountains and the Kestri Mountains.

The Pontar River is the boundary river that separates the four northern countries, and the Pontar Valley is the key throat of this river.

There is a problem here, and all the inland water transportation in the four northern countries will be blocked and finished!

For this position, the four northern countries have been fighting for hundreds of years.

The Haji Fortress in the river valley has been robbed back and forth. The last time was more than forty years ago, when it was snatched away from the hands of the previous king of Temeria by the previous king of Aedirn.

It is still the castle of Aedirn.

"What the hell is this?"

Margarita was stunned and gestured with the size of the area described in Foltest's letter according to her own memory.

"There are no living things in such a huge area?!"

With that said, the dean of Arethusa turned his attention to Berengar, the old demon hunter.

"Is there a monster that can do this? Or what kind of curse is it on such a large scale?"

"With all due respect." The old demon hunter shook his head and stood up. "I have never seen such a monster or curse. It is almost like some kind of large-scale magic that has gone out of control. But you must be more familiar with that than me, but I can know a little bit."

Berengar stood up and looked at Lan En: "I think you can't take any time off. That piece of broken armor can't be hung on the display stand."

"I can't use your dragon scales in such a short period of time, so I can only repair your original set of master-level Bear School armor."