Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1384 1356. ‘Mad Dog’

‘It’s a pity that Sister Nenneke and Yennefer didn’t allow me to carry a sword with me, but they didn’t argue about this. They all say: any fool can swing a sword, but if you really want to be powerful, you need a wise mind.’

‘Geralt, you promised me you would come, come. ’

‘——Your Ciri. ’

‘P.S.: Come. You said you could find Lan to come with you, right? Let’s all come together! ’

‘P.S.: Sister Nenneke asked me to write at the end, praising the great Meliteli, may her blessings and grace be with you forever. ’

Unconsciously, Lan originally intended to just scan the letter, and he could indeed remember it all by just scanning it.

But he read it much slower.

The fingers wearing hard and ferocious gauntlets delicately and gently flipped the letter paper and turned to the next page.

The teasing smile on the corner of his mouth, which seemed to be watching a good show, became gentle and peaceful.

"Careless, forgetful, and finally eager to make up for it."

After reading the letter at the speed of an ordinary person, Lann put the letters back into the envelope and handed it to Geralt.

He smiled and said.

"It seems that Ciri is in good health now. Both physically and mentally."

"Of course." Geralt put away Ciri's letter and put it in his chest pocket, "I am very grateful to Nenneke and Yennefer. Without their help, we can't teach a girl well."

"Then I don't understand your sad face now." Berengar scratched his chin and asked. "Ciri is fine."

"But you have been staying here for several days, and you don't go out to work, as if you want to stay here."

Lann also held a wine glass at this time, looking at Geralt, waiting for him to give an answer.

Geralt of Rivia, the witcher who is well-known for his poems by the great poet Dandelion, pursed his lips.

"Ciri is fine, she eats well, grows well, and learns new things. This is all good. But..."

Geralt's face, which had become soft and peaceful because of Ciri's letter, began to become cold and hard again in his words.

"Someone is investigating her."

After Geralt's voice fell, there was a long silence, with only the sound of iron hammering outside the office door as the background sound, monotonous and noisy.

".Ah."

After the silence, there was a sudden realization like a whisper in a dream.

"Someone is investigating her."

Lan En calmly repeated what Geralt had just said.

There was only one difference.

- Although it was unintentional, it still made the temperature of the entire office seem to drop sharply.

"Who is investigating her?"

The young witcher asked calmly.

"A character named Rience." Geralt took a sip of his wine glass and spoke softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing something terrifying.

"A guy who would leave a large number of corpses wherever he went, and would extort, bribe, torture, and then kill people without hesitation or scruples."

"When I sent Ciri away from Kaer Morhen to learn to integrate into society, I hid Ciri and let her hide in the Meliteli Temple in Elland, just like a farm girl studying in the temple."

"Then I hid too. It is easy for a demon hunter with no fixed place to live to disappear or move."

"I think it may be because I hid both of us, and even hid them very well. That's why someone would release this mad dog. Use the mad dog's method to find people."

"I didn't know this person existed at first, and I didn't know someone was checking us."

Geralt said with his eyes downcast.

"It was Dandelion who sent me a secret letter. He was almost caught by that Rience, and as expected, he was tortured to death."

"Fortunately, Yennefer also went there and saved Dandelion."

"Then, I realized that things had come to this point."

Lan's fingers gently slid along the edge of the wine glass in his hand. The hand armor made of dragon bones slid across the curved glass rim, and the trembling sound of the glass made people feel cold.

Geralt only recently learned that someone was investigating him and Ciri.

This was already a quick reaction.

If it wasn't Dandelion.

Then an intelligence network, or a single investigator like Rience, who wanted to investigate a person, only needed to follow his life traces.

When this investigation that eroded along the large network of interpersonal communication and social relations has surrounded the target person in the middle, and the target is already like naked with no secrets. Most people don't feel it at all.

There is no need to have any contact with the target person at all.

Enough clues will become "data", and enough data can piece together most of the "truth".

The parties involved are not even important, and they were unaware of the whole process.

"But you even know the name of that bastard!"

Berengar said coldly, and the wine glass he had originally held in his hand was already placed on the table.

"Just go and kill him! Find him, then kill him, and be done with it!"

"Don't get carried away, Berengar." Geralt hadn't spoken yet, but Lann said calmly to the old witcher.

"Geralt and Ciri are hiding now. If they take action, it will be a clue. The more they do it, the more obvious it will be, and the more clues they will leave behind."

"How did he know that he was being investigated? Who told him? From which line did the information flow? Whose messenger was used?"

Lan En looked at Berengar.

"Just Geralt's reaction of wanting to 'reverse investigate' is enough to reveal a lot of things?"

"and"

As he spoke, Lan En was deep in thought.

His fingertips tapped lightly on the wine glass in his hand, [Smaug]'s gauntlets, the ends of the knuckles were basically claws.

The collision of sharp fingers with the glass made a crisp sound.

Lan En's mind, which had been relaxed because he had returned to the Magical Middle Ages and Arethusa, became tense again under Geralt's news just now.

And it runs quickly!

"Oh, there are more than one group of people."

The young demon hunter, who was deep in thought, suddenly let out a cold chuckle and said something that made both Geralt and Berengar stunned.

"You just said that on a route that you and Ciri came into contact with after coming out of Kaer Morhen, many people were approached by Riens. Right, White Wolf?"

Lan En rubbed his chin and asked without turning his head.

Geralt nodded heavily: "He is a mad dog. Even the toll collector on the ferry wanted to torture him and silence him."

"From the northeastern corner of Kaedwen, where Kaer Morhen is located, all the way to Elland in Temeria. At least you have to go through Kaedwen, Redania or Aedirn, and finally reach Temeria. Which way did you go?"

"Passing Redania."

With a "pop" sound, Lan put the wine glass on Berengar's table: "That is the national border involving three countries."

"A murderer who is extremely vicious, unscrupulous and has no scruples. He didn't even dispose of the tortured corpse, and just followed the traces to investigate the borders of three northern kingdoms?"

"He even killed the ferry toll collector. Do you think the royal government there doesn't know?"

"Wait! You mean..." Geralt's eyes flashed with clarity at first, but then his tone became deeper and colder, and he did not finish his words.

"Redania's intelligence department has a long history and outstanding achievements." Lan En said with a half-smile. "The intelligence chief of Temeria is named Taller. I know him too. He is not a fool."

"Then they don't even know that there is such a mad dog running rampant in their territory and biting everyone they see?"

The young demon hunter smiled and clapped his hands: "How fresh!"

After clapping, the half-smiling expression on Lan En's face completely calmed down.

"Actually, who really doesn't know? You are all waiting for that mad dog to bite you out before you are ready to take action."

"Or think about it more deeply. When we brought Ciri out of Cintra, no one said that she was the Princess of Cintra. She was a dirty child. Everyone in the market thought that the Cintra royal family was massacring the city. He died in the war."

"Of course, your involvement with Ciri [Destiny's Child] has been written into poetry by Dandelion. The fact that you brought a gray-haired little girl with you, anyone with a discerning eye will probably know who the little girl is at a glance."

"But the question is, who does Riens belong to? He is unknown, and now he suddenly pops up, how can he be a 'sighted person'? How can he be sure that the child you are bringing is Ciri?"

Lan En's sharp thinking is like a sharp knife that analyzes problems, cutting a messy and clueless situation into clear order.

And showed it to Geralt and Berengar.

"Those intelligence chiefs must also be curious about this. If they let Riens go on a rampage, they are probably waiting to dig out the person behind him at the end!"

Berengar frowned.

He is not as quick-thinking as Lan En, and he has undergone systematic learning and thinking training, and he does not have so many cases and insights analyzed in history books.

Not even like Geralt.

As a well-known demon hunter, Geralt has been involved in many messy affairs in the palace. Many conspirators in the court hope to have a sharp 'sword' that they can use when convenient.

And Geralt is always mistaken for being able to play this kind of role.

Berengar has rich experience in blacksmithing and civilian life, but he really has not been exposed to this kind of thing.

For things like experience, just living a long life is useless. You must have experience or education to accumulate.

So his reaction was simple: "That Riens can do magic, can't it be that ordinary people can't stop him?"

Lan En sighed helplessly and looked at the old demon hunter like he was looking at an innocent donkey.

"My teacher, a master witcher of the Bear School."

Lan En said, tapping his chest.

"At first, he was chased dizzy by a four-man law enforcement team. Later, with my cooperation, he died directly."

"That's a master demon hunter of the Bear School who can wear heavy armor at any time."

"Does Riens have the ability to wear chain mail at all times of the day?"

"A few people armed with crossbows were ambushing the roadside in advance. The Archmage could have been killed without any precautions! His magic is of no use!"