Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1402 1374. Exhausted

Lan did not hide the fact that he returned to Aretuza, but he did not show any signs when he came to High Hill Castle.

There are too many places in Velen with bad terrain and environment, and there are not many people in these places, let alone spies and spies.

It is unlikely that he would be seen and recognized by someone on the road in the wilderness outside. In the castle, Lan was also very confident about the Ember Knights.

They were the troops he personally led after dealing with the Nilfgaardian army in Cintra.

There was no need to talk about controlling the leakage of information. The servants and grooms assigned by Temeria in the castle had already greeted and arranged them as soon as Lan and his team arrived.

The news that they came to High Hill Castle must not have leaked out.

"But their estimate was right." Lan took his eyes out of the observation hole in the castle wall and turned to Triss with a relaxed smile. "I really won't show up here."

The sorceress looked at Lan in confusion.

"Wait, let me confirm it first. You should know that since the other side has already done this, they probably dare to do it because they are confident, right?"

Triss crossed her arms and tapped the stone floor of the castle with the tip of one foot as a gesture.

"There are only sixty knights in this castle. Even if they are Embers Knights, even if they are fighting an advantageous defense battle, there are only sixty of them."

"And from what you said, ten of these sixty people are not involved in the defense."

"Hehe, are you sure you don't need a mage to help?"

At the end, Triss smiled playfully.

She thought Lan En was joking with her.

The original position of mages on the battlefield has always been the turrets for attacking.

They have a very important position on the battlefield of defending the castle.

In the palace of Cintra, it was rumored that the archdruid Mossak, who was serving in the court at that time, used his spells to resist the Nilfgaardian army for a period of time for the palace gate.

But the demon hunter shook his head easily, indicating that he was really not joking.

"If they are really the fanatics of the White Rose Knights, then they must have bypassed the Templar Council and done these things in private."

"And if I take action here, the effect will be a bit 'too good', too eye-catching, and will hinder my next plan."

"As for the warlocks?" Lan En looked at Triss, "There will be no warlocks on this battlefield."

"The Eternal Fire despises witchcraft and supernatural powers. They will only prepare enough magic resistance gold, and will not find a warlock who can knock down hail."

"They think that magic resistance gold can well restrain my connections in the warlock group. This is really good. But it's not good for them."

The red-haired sorceress nodded: "It seems that you do have a countermeasure."

"It's not a countermeasure." Lan En smiled easily, and showed a tiny distance between his two fingers, "Just a little accumulation."

"Speaking of accumulation." Suddenly, the sorceress who was smoothing her hair grabbed the braided hairstyle on the back of her head, shook it slightly, and the burgundy long hair fell down.

Her eyes also fell on the demon hunter opposite, hot and undisguised.

"I don't want to sleep on that hard bed alone tonight. Not at all! And the key is not whether the bed is hard or not. No matter how hard the bed is, there is always a way to make people sleep on it, you know, dear?"

The palm that had just been pulled away from Lan En's skin to keep the conversation rational, now slid in along the silk lace at the collar of his shirt.

The sorceress's voice was as gentle and enchanting as sticky honey. Her legs rubbed against each other involuntarily, pushing the demon hunter to walk to a room in the castle.

"But I still have to deal with materials, respected royal advisor." Lan En raised a finger, emphasizing that he still had work to do. "That's enough ingredients for a potion set for ten people."

"Give it to your knight, Sir Lan." The sorceress bit her finger, "I've seen it. They have learned alchemy very well, at least they are very good at processing materials."

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Although Lan, Geralt and others left the gate of Gos Velen in the morning, the road in Velen is not easy to walk. There might be a swamp under a piece of grass.

In addition, Velen is not small in area, so even if the straight-line distance is not too far, it is really late when they arrive at High Hill Castle.

In addition, Lan checked the accounts, listened to Lincoln's report, and selected ten mutants.

It was already dark after finishing a bunch of things.

There is no lively tavern in the town to kill time in the remote small castle, so rest when it's time.

The living conditions in the castle are not bad. Although the hardware facilities are similar to Kaer Morhen, the latitude and terrain of High Hill Castle are much warmer than the northernmost part of Kaedwen.

Even in autumn now, it is not very cold at night.

Lan said yesterday that the Embers Knights didn't need to go out to explore, but Lincoln still increased the number of people patrolling the castle walls at night.

They were just secret sentries, not patrolling with torches.

When Lincoln heard that someone was secretly targeting High Hill Castle without him and others noticing, he was of course shocked.

But then, he just wanted those daring people who didn't know who they belonged to to come over quickly.

If this group of people really wants to attack the castle while the adults are still there, they, the Ember Knights, probably won't even have to pay for the repairs to the castle's outer walls.

The group of people were led over just like they were on Suo Mountain, and that was it.

With Lan En's insight into the battlefield situation, I don't care what your plans are.

But if Lan En is to be involved in the Warlock Summit, although the Ember Knights are also the most elite knights, if they are calculated, they will really lose their numbers.

However, although Lincoln himself was fully alert, since the adults had already told him not to worry, he did not intend to make a big show of it.

His trust is absolute.

Early the next morning, in the cold autumn wind, Gaoqiu Castle started its busy day as always.

The Temerian cook assigned to the Ember Knights was taking out a pickled pig leg outside the cafeteria, which was an ingredient for breakfast.

He brought out a basin of water and prepared to scrub away the layer of black ash deposited on the outer layer of the marinated pig legs. Later, he would have to use a knife to cut off the oxidized fat layer until the particularly bright red muscles were exposed before eating.

The handymen are helping, and several boys in their teens seem to have been recruited from Wellen to work. Now they are looking at the castle grounds with envy and admiration while their noses are running, and the Ember Knights are watching the morning parade. time training.

When the Ember Knights followed Lan En, they made the most progress, but when they were in High Hill Castle, they quickly became organized, and various systems and regulations were quickly formed.

Of course, Lan En estimated that Lincoln, the young secretary who had hidden the "soul of the second grade", must have filled in a lot of private work.

Standing on the high platform of the gate of the main tower of the castle, Lan En watched his knights practicing swordsmanship.

Berengar hasn't gotten up yet. Lan En estimates that he was worried about the [Trial of Green Grass] last night and had insomnia.

Geralt had a very good physiological alarm clock. He was one step ahead of Lan, and stood on the stage wearing breeches, boots and a linen shirt.

He was half sitting on the solid wood railing of the high platform with one leg hanging down, turning sideways to look back at the knights' training.

"Did you sleep well, White Wolf?" Lan En said hello while putting his hands on the railing and looking down. "It's a little strange to say it, but this is indeed the first time I sleep in this castle that belongs to me."

The young demon hunter twisted his neck to stretch his muscles, but even with this simple movement, the bulging muscles had already highlighted their powerful outlines under the skin.

It gives people the oppressive feeling of a large machine warming its engine.

"I'm not picky about where I sleep, I'm used to it." Geralt's recognizable hoarse voice said calmly.

The cold wind in the autumn morning in the remote countryside of Willen has no effect at all on the extremely tolerant demon hunter.

Lann's shirt and Geralt's shirt even had their collars open.

It's just that the dense leaves outside the castle were blown by the wind, and a lot of them fell off, which was mixed with the sunlight spots through the shade of the trees.

"But on the other hand." Geralt folded his arms and was still sitting on the railing with his butt half pulled up. "Do you have a misunderstanding about the sound insulation performance of your castle, Sir Lann?"

He smiled teasingly, stretched out his hand and patted the railing: "Stone castles built for war do not have the soundproofing layers of residential castles."

Seeing that the young witcher curled his lips and said nothing, Geralt did not bother him.

He himself was no better than Lan En. When he and Yennefer met for the first time, they encountered danger and were crushed under the ruins of a hotel on the street.

The two of them were so excited that they had just solved the crisis, and they had a good impression of each other, so they just had sex under the ruins in broad daylight.

It can only be said that sorceresses and demon hunters don't care about other people's opinions and rumors.

So only on the scale of 'playing', Geralt can still point at Lan En and laugh at him for being 'young'.

"But I remember Dandelion also described it to me: the sorceress's character is like a red-hot iron, bursting and hot, and when two red-hot irons sandwich someone between them, the scene is terrible."

"Anyway, I just can't figure it out. Someone actually enjoys being sandwiched between sorceresses."

"Aren't you?" Lan En shook his head strangely and looked at Geralt, "I remember that you also had entanglements with many female sorcerers. Of course you know what I mean, not counting Yennefer."

"The situation is different." Geralt turned his head uncomfortably, "We are just having sex, not falling in love. Yennefer doesn't care. But look at the way Triss looks at you, you and Triss are not hiding anything. Did you come with a margarita?”

As he spoke, his expression became strange: "Man, that woman's magic is no joke!"

But the person involved waved his hand: "Dandelion's analysis of the sorceresses is very reasonable. He is worthy of being a literature professor at Oxenfurt University, but he is a little too accustomed to viewing contact with sorceresses from an ordinary person's perspective."

"A piece of meat placed in the middle of a red-hot iron will certainly look terrible. But me..." the young demon hunter pointed at himself and smiled: "It's a piece of steel."

Geralt looked at the smiling Lan En and was silent for a while before smiling bitterly: "When I see you, I always feel that I am really old."

"You are just worried about Ciri's mood and the current messy situation that has made you exhausted mentally and physically." Lan En comforted him, "That old guy from Berengar is still full of energy!"

Geralt just smiled, not knowing how useful Lan En's persuasion was.

But then, a unique collision sound came from under the platform, attracting the attention of the two demon hunters.

"Ding!!!"