Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1268 1240. The times are progressing

Immediately, after regaining sufficient energy, the sorceress just waved her hand slightly, and a portal opened in the air, leading to Gos Velen.

To be precise, it was Aretuza.

"Huh~"

The wind pressure change caused by the portal quickly subsided, and the wind sound also became gentle at a very fast speed, and finally there was no movement.

In just a blink of an eye, they stood in an elegant and luxurious room from the island on the lake near Vizima.

This is Aretuza's teleportation room.

Lan En was fine. He was now somewhat accustomed to the portal, and the hormone levels in his body were under the control of the strengthening organs, and he soon recovered.

But the flannel ball and Berengar were still dizzy.

As for Qilin?

Qilin asked Lan En to remove its magic saddle as soon as he came back, saying that he wanted to run back by himself.

And now there is really no emergency, so Lan En followed its wishes.

"Woo" the old demon hunter complained while holding his forehead. "Next time, next time, no matter how troublesome it is, I won't enter the portal for convenience!"

"Meow~"

The fluff ball was also dizzy, lying on the ground with its arms and legs spread out, revealing its white belly covered with garlic cloves.

"You have to adapt, Berengar."

Lan En didn't say anything, but Tishaya said calmly while tidying up her slightly messy lace cuffs.

With the replenishment of chaos magic, her physical condition is rapidly returning to normal.

"Technology is advancing, and the field of magic is also expanding. This is the progress of the times. You should not be left behind by the times."

"And I have gained a lot this time. After I sort out my thoughts and do some experimental verification, maybe the portal will be much better for ordinary people, and finally become the first choice for people to travel far in the future."

Lan En nodded with interest.

But Berengar just covered his forehead at this moment, with an expression of "OK, OK, whatever you say".

"Yes, portals are entering thousands of households. I will take this as the slogan of Aretuza's future."

"To open a portal with a fixed foundation, you need to hire at least an apprentice or a demon hunter, which costs at least a dozen Oren coins. This does not include the construction cost of the fixed-base portal."

"Opening a portal out of thin air is something that many Aretuza graduates cannot do. Only outstanding graduates can have such a possibility."

"Those who can hire these people are either wealthy nobles or merchants in the merchant guild."

"When these people forget those portal accident cases, you can eliminate the upper-class carriage industry."

The old demon hunter, as always, still used that tone that was not malicious but could make people angry to tease the sorceress.

"Whatever you say, Berengar."

Tishaya has long been accustomed to storms and verbal confrontations. Berengar's words did not change her expression at all, and she remained as calm as a lake.

"But the progress of the times is objective, whether you admit it or not."

"Then I will quietly wait for the progress of the times."

Berengar looked as if he was listening to a foreign book.

He waved his hand, and his waist, which was slightly bent due to dizziness, was straightened with great effort.

"You have all made progress, hey! I am not bad either!"

"This is Loshar Palace, right? Okay, I have to go back quickly and sort out the new things I learned!"

After confirming that he was now on the first floor of Aretuza with Tissaya, the old demon hunter pushed open the door of the teleportation room and walked out with ease, revealing expectation and itching in his steps.

The processing room equipment of the New World Investigation Team is very good, and using a large waterfall as the power source of the forge is also very powerful.

But for Berengar, his own furnace is more convenient.

The equipment gap between forging that tends to use magic and alchemy and forging that purely uses biological materials with ridiculous activity is actually very large.

After the fluff ball stood up, they walked out of the teleportation room and headed for the dean's office on the upper floor.

The apprentices and professors along the way were a little surprised to see Tishaya and Lan En walking together, wondering when they came back.

But this emotion was not too strong.

After all, there are actually many different opinions circulating in the academy about the cooperation between this young demon hunter, the Duke of Cintra, and the two former deans of Aretuza.

But even according to the most "conservative" and "rules", their personal relationship should be very good.

The tower shield with a simple sketch of a couple meeting and kissing on the battlefield is still hanging in Aretuza's gallery.

So the most confusing thing for the apprentices now is actually one point: which dean is Lan En sleeping with now? And who is the first and who is the second in their love order?

This question is really heart-wrenching.

It attracted a lot of attention along the way, but both Lan En and Tishaya were used to it.

Tishaya, who still had the aura of a dean, naturally led the way.

When she arrived at the dean's office, she knocked twice symbolically, and then pushed the door open without waiting for a response.

Margarita, who was half lying on a cashmere-covered bench, was stunned.

"So." Tishaya spoke before Margarita could speak. "You work in this posture, and you expect to not have a sore back? You deserve it."

Margarita remained half-lying on the bench, holding a stack of documents in her hand and shaking them around in boredom.

It looked like she was half-lying down just now, reading documents.

Tisaya spoke slowly, with no anger or criticism in her tone. She just folded her hands demurely on her belly, then walked around the bench and looked down at Margarita.

But the current dean immediately put away his sloppy posture and put the documents swinging in his hand on the table.

Tissaya also knew that Margarita was used to having fun and usually didn't pay much attention to her. But she still couldn't stand the issue of attitude towards working hours.

Margarita slowly drew her feet back on the bench.

The white, plump soles of the feet that reveal the graceful bones were placed back on the sandals under the chair.

Seeing the excitement, Lan En didn't think it was a big deal. He closed the door, leaned against the door and blew a leisurely whistle.

"Hey~"

Margarita rolled her eyes at him, but deliberately lowered her upper body to face him with her open neckline.

He picked up the sandals with his fingers and put them on his feet.

When Tisaya turned to face her again, she quickly became serious again.

After pretending to organize the documents in her hands and put them on the table, Margarita finally got out of the 'working state' in Tisaya's eyes and relaxed.

"I thought you were going to be busy there for a long time." Margarita casually scratched her blond hair, "The monster's body is so big and has a curse on it, so you finished it so quickly?"

A beautiful woman has her own temperament. Her lazy movements would not look good if others did it.

"The nature of that world is unexpectedly powerful, and there is no chaotic magic power. It is very easy to dispose of the corpse."

Tisaya looked at her student's still lazy movements and shook her head silently.

While explaining, he went to the wine cabinet next to the office and took out a few glasses, poured them into them, and handed them over in his hand.

Margarita took the goblet of wine, but she raised her eyebrows and looked a little surprised.

"There are three cups in your hand. You didn't use the levitation technique?"

“That’s one of the rewards of traveling across the world.”

"What's the gain?" Margarita asked with interest, "What's the gain that allows you to accept the act of holding three cups with two hands without any magic and no sense of symmetry?"

"Yes." Tissaya said decisively, "It's a huge gain. Maybe I will reveal some to you after I clarify my thoughts."

"Maybe I will also write to Ben Ad Academy and tell Gdymitis about it. I can't study this matter alone."

When Margarita heard that she wanted to send a message to the oldest and most powerful warlock in mankind, she raised her eyebrows and confirmed that Tissaya was serious.

"That's quite a discovery."

The current dean took a sip of the red wine in his glass and said.

"You can talk about you warlocks later." Lan En said teasingly, then took two steps forward, pulled the guest's chair from the desk, and sat next to the bench.

After thanking him, he also took the wine glass from Tissaya's hand. Then he asked Margarita seriously.

"Did anything unexpected happen after we left?"

"Wait a minute, I'm calling someone over." Margarita rested her elbows on the armrests of the bench, put her fingers on her temples, and her eyes were slightly distracted.

This is the state of telepathy that warlocks send out.

After telepathy, Margarita's eyes refocused and she glanced up and down at her lover.

"By the way, the new armor is very beautiful. It suits you very well. It makes you feel wild."

Margarita said with a confused smile.

Her fingers unconsciously and lightly traced [Smaug], from bottom to top, along the arm, trying to slide down to the perfect side face.

But then, the wine glass in her other hand sank.

Turning around, she saw Tissaya adding wine to her glass.

"Can't you stop being so impatient?"

Tisaya asked, tilting her head.

"I can't help it, I can't help being around him."

Margarita said openly.

Only Lan En sat beside him, shaking his head while talking.

"Bang bang."

Two regular knocks on the door sounded at the right time, followed by the kind of report that was only found in military camps.

"Secretary of the Order of [Ember], Lincoln Daventon."

Margarita didn't say anything, she just raised her glass in Lan En's direction.

It means that only he can respond here.

"Come in."

Lan En shouted, and then the door opened. The young man who had already changed into a tight embroidered jacket, breeches and riding boots walked straight in.