Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 127 126. So annoying!

Gos Velen's Academy of Arethusa.

Margarita put down the conical crystal in her hand.

This is the dean's office of the college. The blond beauty who is the dean is half-lying on a luxurious couch.

The drapey clothes on her body, under the gravity, outline the body curves that can make any man feel angry.

On the desk on the side, Tishaya, who had just stepped down as the honorary dean, was dealing with one document after another with his head down.

The daily management of Arethusa Academy is just like Tissaya said, she still has to handle it.

Margarita is not a woman who has the patience to devote herself to management. She has much more patience with putting on makeup than correcting documents.

The purpose of promoting her to the position of dean is to declare Aretuza's power to this increasingly chaotic world.

For example, Philippa Eilhardt, the actual person in charge of Redania today, knows very well that if two of her are tied up, they will not be able to match Margarita in terms of magic.

On the day Margarita was promoted, she came to congratulate her in person through the portal.

And now, this sorceress is not to mention top-notch in the field of magic, but she is also considered a first-class sorceress. But after slowly putting down the cone-shaped crystal in his hand, his expression became gloomy and uncertain.

"Triss Merigold!"

After a long while, Margarita muttered a name bitterly.

"The sneaky guy! The sneaky cat!"

Tisaya lowered her head to handle the documents and paused slightly, but then returned to normal.

"You are no longer in the academy, Rita. Don't talk bad about your sisters like a quarrelsome group of girlfriends."

The sorceress, who was dressed neatly and dignifiedly, but with a large opening in her neckline, looked up at her student.

"Especially when she is currently the most sought-after royal advisor in Temerian officialdom."

At the mention of this, Margarita became even more angry.

She doesn't care about the intoxicating powers, but she cares about how Triss got these powers!

"Yes! Hot! But this hotness was given to her by Lan En!"

"She helped and took risks in Temeria. Even if she has slept with the witcher now, there is nothing to say. In fact, I think with Merigold's impulsive character, she should You can't refuse him either. And it was you who arranged the meeting between them, remember?"

Speaking of this, Margarita's face became even more ugly.

"Ahhh! I'm so annoyed!"

Her beautiful long golden hair was spread out by her owner in a frantic manner.

At this moment, Margarita was as immature as a schoolgirl whose love interest was about to be snatched away.

As her teacher, Tissaya continued to process the documents with a calm expression.

But at the next moment, the two stacks of documents that were originally symmetrically placed had a slight friction when Tisaya was handling them, and the symmetrical arrangement was broken.

Tisaya once suggested that Margarita, if she really recognized Lan En's potential, then give the witcher her mark, the mark of Aretuza.

Give him benefits, give him support, and even give him affection.

But unexpectedly, Tisaya could not have imagined that this young demon hunter would make such a big noise just a few days after leaving Aretussa.

Tisaya's face is still tender and beautiful, but she is actually a powerful mage who is nearly 500 years old. In her long life, she had never seen such a person.

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Lan learned of O'Riden's current situation through Margaretta's message.

I felt like I was relieved of a big stone.

He began to live peacefully in the Dark Water, waiting for the mission call from the Lady of the Lake.

At the same time, Berengar also started tutoring Lan En.

"So you don't know how to make alchemy bombs, [North Wind], [Honeycomb], anything?"

In the tavern room, Lan En nodded calmly to Berengar.

The old demon hunter, who looked much better, continued to ask about the basic skills of the person he was teaching.

"Not to mention the more difficult decoctions, you only know a few types of potions and sword oils?"

On this issue, Lane pointed out a slight difference of opinion.

"Actually, I mainly lack the formula, but I am still very confident in my alchemy ability."

This is also where Mento thought about it in his mind.

In Mentos' view, Berengar's questioning was simply questioning his ability to work!

But Berengar didn't want to discuss this issue with Lan En.

He had to let himself calm down first.

You really don’t use any damn props! He killed more than two hundred soldiers by force!

Why didn’t I know when the Xiong School became so naughty?

That old man from Vesemir said that too!

"You really didn't use any props last night?"

Belengar swallowed, looked at Lan En who was not injured at all, and confirmed his knowledge.

He had thought that Lan En would at least fight like an orthodox demon hunter.

Coat your sword with sword oil, drink poisonous potions and decoctions, and keep alchemy bombs at hand at all times.

If he infiltrated without warning, Berengar felt that there should be a few outstanding people in his school who could achieve Lan En's feat last night with sufficient preparation.

At least Vesemir, the living fossil of the Wolf School, is more than 400 years old, but it is not impossible to kill more than 200 people in complex terrain regardless of cost and fully armed.

Berengar is very confident in this old guy's fighting ability.

But no matter how confident you are, if you tell him that Vesemir killed more than two hundred outstanding warriors one by one with his sword, it will be difficult for him to believe it.

"I used a bottle of [Hanged Ghost's Poison], [Thunder], [Blizzard], and the seal."

Lan En carefully listed the techniques he used last night.

The seal actually accounts for a high proportion in his combat system.

Last night, there were many times when facing plate-armored warriors who were difficult to kill with one hit, the [Axi Sigil] assisted by Mentos interfered with the enemy's thoughts.

They find the dullness of the helmet unbearable, or the awkwardness of a certain piece of armor hard to ignore.

In the end, he was stabbed directly into the body by Lan En's sword.

Fighting is never comfortable, and wearing armor is never a comfortable experience.

Mentos makes it easy to capture these sentiment analyses.

The corners of Berengar's mouth twitched.

He instinctively wanted to retort, saying that all the seals other than the Griffin School were Gua Sha.

But when he thought about the abnormal things about Lan En, he still kept his mouth shut.

“彳亍”

"Let's start with basic alchemy first. I will give you the formula from shallow to deep in the context of alchemy concepts for practice and understanding."

Lan En raised his eyebrows.

"Wow, you are quite good at teaching people."

"It's not that I can teach others." Berengar said expressionlessly. “The people who taught me things taught me that way.”

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