Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1181 1163. Contradictory emotional intelligence

The knight who looked arrogant in front of the mercenaries was very obedient in front of Nannick, the chief priest of Meritelli who delivered him.

"I don't want this either, Mommy."

A tall man wearing armor was bending down and speaking softly.

"But now those Knights of the White Rose are too conspicuous in front of the Duke! I think of them in everything!"

"This time I heard about the problem in the Pontal Valley. We local knights wanted to follow the Duke up there, but he only brought the White Rose Knight. He didn't even have a chance to show his face to us."

"Show your face?" Nannick looked at the other party seriously, which frightened the other party so much that the armor parts all over his body made a "squeaking" noise. "Do you think this incident can make people show up and gain fame?"

"Isn't it because Siward didn't take you with you because you are like this?"

As he said that, the chief priest looked towards the opponent's body and saw only the joints of the armor. Although the leather straps had been loosened to the loosest, there was still fat wrapped under the silk shirt coming out of the gaps in the armor. Squeeze it out.

Nannick said seriously: "This is a fatal thing! Can you wake up? Just think of it for your mother!"

The knight nodded, turned around and continued to command a group of mercenaries and warriors, but he still had a nonchalant look on his face and was still mumbling.

"It's fatal, it's fatal. It's just a monster I've never seen before?"

"Whether it's a monster or not is still a matter of debate. Maybe it's the Scoia'tael in the mountains, who come and go like the wind. Maybe they even brought mages with them to kill all the villages in the mountains."

"If we come together in such a big formation, we will be killed alive if we don't scare them away. What's the danger?"

At this time, the sound of a group of horse hooves came from the temple complex.

A group of knights with bright armor and neat movements approached under the suddenly serious eyes of Knight Samaresh.

The other mercenaries who had already mounted their horses and packed their packages also looked over there.

Although Samaresh has been abandoned for a long time as a local knight in Elland, he at least received an orthodox knight education.

A quick glance shows how unusual this team of knights is.

This kind of cooperation, as well as the orderliness during the riding process. Even the most core teams in White Rose can't do it!

There was no flag, and the leader was an unimaginably tall 'giant' wearing a hood and cloak.

If it were in other scenes, Samaresh's first thought when seeing this 'giant' would probably be the newly popular magic cloak.

But being guarded by such a group of knights, even though there was no banner, wouldn't this be...?

A legendary figure and story flashed in his mind. Although the credibility of this story was slightly doubtful in his mind, no matter what, the reputation and status of the protagonist of the story were on display.

If he were in person, he should salute solemnly.

But Nannick didn't give him the chance to find out.

The chief priest of the temple came forward, and Lan En greeted the other party in the name of the "supporting knight".

Without saying any more words, with Siward currently short of men and combat effectiveness, the knight in charge of transferring men in front of him had no reason to refuse.

But before leaving, Nannick pulled Lan En to the side, pulled his body down and looked at him seriously.

"Remember what I told you before, kid."

The fat granny patted Lan En's arm hard, as if she wanted to use this force to help him remember.

"Don't be disturbed by those who take it lightly, that thing is not simple!"

Lan En nodded: "Thank you for your care, I will always be careful."

"Well, go ahead." Nannick also smiled after hearing this, "I don't see any bad omens in you, you are much better than that unlucky Geralt. Haha, I quite like you. "

With the blessing of Chief Priest Meritelli, Lan En rubbed the ring on his finger and summoned Qilin, who had spent the night outside.

At this point, Samaresh has actually completely confirmed his identity, but since he has acted like this, it is equivalent to making a statement and not wanting to make it public.

Someone with a little bit of brains should understand, so he was very polite and didn't yell around.

The already noisy mercenaries managed to form a team under the urging of the knight. There is no doubt that Sakia is the most beautiful rose among them all.

Even Samaresh repeatedly brushed past her with his horse, hoping to cause some 'unexpected' physical contact.

A group of people were urged to dismount, and after paying tribute to Nannick who provided them with hospitality and rest, they immediately rushed to the northeast of Elland.

This is where this land meets the Pontal River and the Mahakam Mountains.

During this period, Samaresh maintained considerable but unquestionable respect for Lan En and the Ember Knights. This made Lan En think that this local knight, who had been abandoned for a long time, was at least outstanding in terms of emotional intelligence.

On the other hand, not all of this knight's emotional intelligence was used on Lan En and the Ember Knight.

He often patrolled back and forth among the mercenaries, nominally under the orders of Prince Siward, to send them to the rendezvous point as soon as possible.

But when he passed Sakia, he always revealed, intentionally or unintentionally, that he had just been divorced and that although he had a daughter, he was very obedient.

If she is a woman who yearns for aristocratic life and rich food and clothing, she probably already knows what he means by now.

Even the mercenaries around knew about it, but they didn't say anything. Someone tilted his head and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground.

At the same time, he muttered, 'Who knows if they are really divorced or ready to divorce at any time'.

But for Sachia

"I sympathize with your experience, Knight Samaresh."

The female warrior on horseback looked like she was on a trip. She looked around with interest and said seriously to the knight who came over.

"But people who once loved each other later went their separate ways. This is also a fact to accept. At least your wife left you a well-behaved daughter, right? You should take good care of her."

The knight with peacock tail feathers on his helmet was stunned.

If it was a tactful refusal or a perfunctory refusal, he would not even feel frustrated.

After all, it takes effort to climb into the bed of a good woman.

But when he saw Sachia's eyes when she spoke - sincere, clear, and sympathetic.

This woman seemed to be talking to him seriously!

Doesn't she understand what I mean?

Is there something wrong with this person's comprehension ability?

"Puff~" A light laugh that stopped abruptly and then was held back came from the back of the team.

Samaresh turned his head and found that the one who was holding back his laughter was the tall figure leading the Embers Knights.

So he shuddered, pursed his lips, lowered his head and stopped talking.

But in fact, he was a little too sensitive.

Lan En didn't mean to stop him, because Lan En also knew that a woman like Sakia who had ideals and abilities in her heart would not regard the mere "becoming a noble lady" as a goal.

He was just laughing. Sakia's depth of thought in many aspects is indeed not comparable to ordinary warriors, mercenaries, or even nobles.

But at the same time, she seems to lack perception in some aspects, that is, low emotional intelligence.

This complex of contradictions made Lan En more interested in her identity.

But this is a trivial matter after all. The most important thing at present is to solve the problems in the Pontar Valley.

If the situation here collapses, the economy of the North will almost collapse as well.

Publicly speaking, how can the four northern countries with collapsed economies compete with Nilfgaard?

Privately speaking, 80% to 90% of his current wealth is built in the Northern Kingdom!

The remaining 10% to 20% is the share of Valyrian steel exported overseas.

Although the performance of this steel is indeed excellent, it is still a "new material" in this vast and poorly communicated world.

Maybe those powerful buyers in other continents have not heard of this product. Not to mention sending ships to buy goods.

Galloping all the way, although the formation is very messy, but because of the local knights leading the way, in the end, the journey is smooth.

This group of scattered mercenaries actually arrived at the riverside ferry of the Pontar River at noon.

The next step is to transfer to an inland river boat and head towards the river valley, which will be much faster than walking along the river by land.

According to Samaresh, it is basically possible to reach the temporary station where Duke Heward is before dinner, if the road is smooth.

This local knight retired when he arrived at the ferry.

His task is not so much to transfer these summoned mercenaries to Duke Heward, but more like a guarantee for the mercenaries.

To prevent some of them from running away for a small deposit and the horses under their crotch.

These days, if it involves business, it is always necessary to make more preparations.

And after getting on the boat, these people can't run away.

The inland river boat is similar to the one Lan En had taken before. There is a wide platform on the boat, which is enough for many people and their goods to squeeze together.

After all, few passengers on this kind of boat sit for the whole journey, and most of them sit for one or two stops.

The river transport company uses a short-term compact squeeze to obtain a larger cargo capacity, which is a means to increase profits.

More than ten horses of the mercenaries and ten war horses of the Embers Knights were surrounded in the center of the deck, and outside were everyone's equipment and baggage to prevent the horses from running out and falling into the water.

We have not yet entered the Pontar Valley, so the banks of the Pontar River are still a plain. Farmers are busy in the fertile fields, and windmills and scarecrows stand quietly.

But looking far along the river, you can see that the terrain on both sides gradually begins to rise and undulate, sandwiching the river in the middle.

Because the flow rate remains unchanged, but the riverbed area gradually narrows, the farther you go, the more turbulent the flow of the river becomes.

So much so that there is a thunderous rumble.