Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1396 1368. Back to the Castle

When it comes to Stuart, Lan En was silent for a while, then sighed.

"You don't have to remind me, Lincoln. I have promised you."

"You always keep your word, we have no doubt." The young clerk looked solemn, "But Stuart is increasingly stimulated by his disabled body. And we can only watch, anxious but helpless."

Lan En nodded, expressing his understanding: "Post-traumatic stress disorder, and inferiority and sensitivity after disability."

"Especially you are still making progress, but he can only watch himself being left behind."

Stuart's psychological problems are common to many disabled people.

However, being in the Embers Knights, a rapidly progressing military group, the psychological stimulation he endures is undoubtedly greater and more urgent than that of ordinary disabled people.

"So, I will fulfill my promise to you." Lan En took a deep breath, took out a wooden box from the alchemical leather bag, and handed it to Lincoln.

The young clerk was stunned at first, then took it with surprise and opened it.

The box was divided into ten small squares, filled with straw for shock absorption, and ten bottles of psychedelic potions were wrapped in the straw.

Lincoln's hands, which could remain motionless even when charging with a lance, were now trembling slightly as he tried to touch the bottles.

But then, with a "pop", Lan En, who was standing next to him, raised his hand and closed the open box.

"Ouch!" Lincoln shouted hurriedly, "It hurts, sir!"

"It hurts." Lan En looked at the boy expressionlessly, "Don't even think about the first batch, I still need someone to manage the affairs of the Knights."

Lincoln pouted and muttered in a low voice: "Look at how well you did this. What can I say?"

He hugged the wooden box tightly in his arms, and the other Ember Knights seemed to understand what it was, and immediately many fiery eyes were extended to Lincoln.

Maria and Adeline were led to identify the assigned rooms, while Lan and the others followed the gradually formed routine.

After being away for such a long time, the Lord of the Knights always went to the office in the castle to understand what happened during this period and make decisions on the important backlog.

"Wow, your armor." Lincoln reached out to help Lan take off [Smaug] like a squire in the castle's office.

This was the first time that the Ash Knights saw their leader's new armor.

"By the way, where is your original master-level Bear School armor?"

Lincoln asked suddenly with a turn of his eyes.

"The original?" Lan thought for a while, "It should be kept by Berengar, right?"

"Then Master Berengar, we will go to the workshop in the future to get back the master's previous set of armor."

Lincoln did not stop his hands, but turned his head and said to the old demon hunter who had just entered the door.

The old demon hunter hadn't realized what was going on yet, so he could only say, "Ah?"

The young clerk said seriously, "A set of armor is nothing, but this is what the adults changed, and it has representative significance. We are thinking about whether to build a room like an honor exhibition room."

"." Berengar's face was bitter, "I've almost dismantled that set to recycle the materials."

"Then put it back." Lincoln said seriously, "The Knights can pay for the labor, but the key is to have the original version, with the traces of battle and wear on it. In short, it must be the original version."

"Wow." The old demon hunter sighed and raised his hands, indicating that he surrendered, that's it. "In fact, I still have the two swords he changed at the beginning, do you want them?"

Lan En didn't expect that Berengar still kept his original steel and silver swords, but before he opened his mouth in surprise, he heard Lincoln's voice suddenly rise.

"Yes!"

Lan En turned his head and saw. He felt that Lincoln's eyes were shining?

He hasn't become a demon hunter yet, right? !

"I'm back, meow!"

When Lan took off his upper body arm armor and breastplate and sat on a large and sturdy desk chair wearing only a silk lace shirt, the fluff ball also happily finished helping outside and trotted in on all fours.

It greeted enthusiastically, and Lincoln bowed his head while making way, then came to Berengar and added another sentence.

"We also want the ones that Lord Flannel Ball took off."

"You want that too?"

"Build an honor exhibition room." Lincoln explained solemnly, "This is an important part of the Knights' culture, of course!"

Berengar was a little numb, and Geralt next to him looked at Lincoln, the young boy who had once been taken care of by him, and his stiff and tight old face was a little bit unable to hold it.

They looked at Lan, who was buried in the documents behind the desk, and found that the young demon hunter who usually worked smoothly and efficiently now looked immersed in work.

In fact, Lan thought that Lincoln was only 17 or 18 years old now, and he should have a tendency to chase stars and collect things?

It's not wrong to have a hobby, and it can also relieve stress. As long as the hobby is not evil, that's all he requires.

Lincoln is very steady. His collecting habit shouldn't be evil, right?

Lan thought casually while sorting out the documents and account books in his hand.

"The income from the Valyria Chamber of Commerce, my business in Novigrad, and the Dark Alley Gang."

The account books were quickly flipped through page by page, and the information above was memorized by Lan En in a glance. Mentos summarized it with ease and deduced from the data in the account books whether the current operating status of these assets was good.

The flannel ball was sitting next to Lan on the small chair Lincoln had placed for it.

Geralt and Berengar also found guest chairs by the wall and sat down.

"Communication and supervision of the Dark Alley Gang." The pages of the book were still turning. Lan En's eyes had already turned to the next account book, but he raised the one he had just read in his hand, "The communication channel is Which line is it?”

The Dark Alley Gang was a gang that rarely interested Lan En when he went to Novigrad.

The gang itself is nothing special, just a bunch of scum.

But the key is that there is a talent among the scum, Francis Belan.

He keenly realized the importance of information and intelligence as a low-level gang leader in the free seaport city of Novigrad, and began to make money from it.

Lan En discovered him and helped him get out of trouble. At the same time, this talent and this gang also secretly took refuge in his name.

Novigrad is known as the 'Pearl of the North'. If the news flowing in this city every day can be used appropriately, the power contained in this information will be extremely huge and critical.

But on the other hand, this kind of power is best kept afloat.

Therefore, Lan En prohibits the Dark Alley Gang from using this as their main means of making profits. Usually, selling some unimportant business information is the bottom line. No more information can be leaked.

As the main fund of the gang, it is the finance transferred directly from his hands.

Only by strangulating the neck of finance and personnel appointments can one be considered to have absolute control over an organization.

Lan En is not worried about the other assets he has on hand, because those who manage the assets are friends that Lan En has contacted and recognized.

The Dark Alley Gang was different. He admired Francis Beland, but he lacked trust in the organizational form of the 'gang' and the vast majority of its personnel.

"We used the courier from Giancardi Bank," Lincoln responded to Lan En's question with ease.

He opened the large notepad hanging on his body like a cross-body bag, flipped through a few pages and spoke with reason.

"Not only a messenger, Mr. Dudu Bibwit has also reached a cooperative relationship with some idle mages in Novigrad, using magic means to deliver the information to Thaned Island, and then we can get it back."

"The communication content is mixed with code words and passwords to prevent leaks."

"Sounds good." Lan En commented, nodding.

"But it's still not good enough." Lincoln was neither sad nor happy. "Theft of magical information during the transmission process is becoming more and more intense. No one can find out clearly where so many thieves are and what their identities are."

The young demon hunter nodded: "Normally, when the situation becomes tense, it is when all kinds of news and methods are flying all over the sky."

"So now we have to rely more on traditional methods than magic information that is convenient and fast, but may miss information."

Lincoln closed the tome with a snap and hung it again by his side.

"Mr. Bibwit is now looking to acquire a carrier pigeon company, but I'm worried that this is a bit too obvious? So I haven't given an answer yet."

"It's really obvious that he started to acquire the company." Lan En had already flipped through several account books at this time, and in his dull eyes, data was flashing on his retinas like a waterfall. "After all, many people know that he is taking care of my property."

That was Mentos' attempt to deeply analyze financial data and dig out the underlying information from the surface of the data.

"Let the Dark Alley Gang do it. There's no need to acquire a company. It's enough to find a few craftsmen who train homing pigeons."

When the Dark Alley Gang was mentioned again, Lincoln's expression hesitated.

This was an extremely subtle change in expression, but as Lan En, who had already entered the state and began to analyze things with a manager's thinking, felt that the slight hesitation shown by his secretary just now was simply eye-catching.

"." In just a moment, Lan En's mind immediately turned over many possibilities, and with Mentos' timely computing power support, only one remained. "Something went wrong with them?"

Interrogative, but expressed in a declarative tone.

Lincoln immediately relived the feeling of seeing the commander in front of him as if he was seeing everything on the battlefield.

"As you requested, Mr. Dudu Bibwit sent a treasurer to the Dark Alley Gang to manage and supervise the flow of funds."

Then the young clerk's last hesitation disappeared.

"But three months ago, when the financial accounts were due to be handed over as usual, a gang fire broke out in the office. The employee was beaten to the point of being bedridden. It is said that he suffered a fracture. Things in the office were also damaged."

"Are you sure it was an accident?"

"I don't know, sir. It's far away after all."

Lincoln answered simply.

Lan En raised his eyebrows when he heard this and raised his face.