Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1423 1395. Minor friction

"I have some expenses to deal with, Morna."

The sorceress said lightly.

"But considering that if I use my account at Vivaldi Bank, I'm afraid someone will break their neck because of drunkenness, so..."

"Yennefer." The dwarf banker interrupted her immediately, "You can borrow as much as you want from me. The inhuman genocide in Vengerberg has been a long time ago, and maybe even you have forgotten it."

"But I will never forget what you did in that massacre, and no one in the Giancardi family has forgotten it. You just need to tell me a number. Just a number."

Lan En opened his mouth to say something, but before he could open his mouth, Ciri under him had already grabbed the corner of his cloak and shook his head at him.

Ciri also knew that this demon hunter was a wealthy man who didn't care about money.

But one thing is one thing, the girl and the sorceress have been together for a long time, and she is quite clear that this powerful sorceress may not accept the money given to her by others in the name of "help".

Yennefer would even think it was a kind of contempt.

It would be much better to get a loan from the bank, because Yennefer was not without money, but just didn't want others to see the flow of funds in her account.

"One thousand five hundred Temerian Auren," the sorceress said firmly, "transfer to the branch of the Zion Vanilli Bank in Elland, and the recipient is the Temple of Meliteli."

"Leave it to me. This transfer is very smart, and donations to the temple are tax-free. What else?"

"How much tuition does Aretusa College charge each year now? I haven't taught any graduates for a long time, and I haven't paid attention to this aspect."

Ciri listened attentively.

But before Morna could respond, Lan En, who was leaning against the wall, spoke in an orderly manner.

"The current tuition is calculated in crowns, and it is 1,200 a year. If you add in the tuition and miscellaneous fees, you have to add another 200."

Yennefer turned around from the armchair.

It must be said that the waist curve of this sorceress would be very eye-catching when she turned around.

She looked at the witcher with a surprised eyebrow, as if she didn't expect him to know the tuition fees for apprentices in Aretuza so well.

Lann waved his hand: "Don't look at me like that. I have a good relationship with an apprentice in the academy. She always complains to me that she has to work part-time as a barber to earn some pocket money."

Yennefer spit out: "The price increase is really fierce now."

"Everything is rising in price now, but fortunately, the tuition fees allow apprentices to live like queens." Morna sighed, "Half of the city depends on their consumption to support them, those candy merchants, tailors, shoemakers, and peddlers."

"I know, Morna. Although I took out a loan to enroll in school, I have also enjoyed these treatments. Please help me transfer 2,000 crowns to the school account, anonymously, and send a note"

At this point, Yennefer paused, turned her head thoughtfully, and happened to see the witcher who was looking at her with his hands spread out.

The sorceress smiled: "No, no need for a PS, Morna. I have someone here who can talk to the dean behind closed doors."

The dwarf banker pretended that he didn't understand, and just took out a list and wrote on it with a quill pen.

"Okay, okay. Yennefer, is that all?"

"Give me another 300 Novigrad crowns in cash. For the gathering on Thanedd Island, I need at least three sets of dresses."

Three hundred crowns for three sets of dresses, these dresses are more expensive than the best armor.

Needless to say, the sorceress positioned these dresses not as clothes, but as luxury goods.

"Why do you need cash? I'll write you a bill for 500 crowns. Imported fabrics are also rising in price recently, and you don't wear wool and linen. If you need anything else, or if any of Aretuza's prospective apprentices need anything else, my shop and warehouse are always available."

"Thank you. What interest rate do you think is appropriate?"

"Interest?" The dwarf looked up. "Your interest has long been prepaid to the Giancardi family, Yennefer. It's in Vengerberg. Don't mention it again."

"I don't like to owe money, Morna."

"Me too. But I'm a businessman, a businessman among dwarves. I know what obligations are and their value. So let me repeat: don't mention it again. I will definitely do whatever you ask for, including those you haven't asked yet."

Yennefer raised an eyebrow.

"A witcher whom I consider a family member," Giancardi said with a smile, "recently went to Dorian City. I heard that he owed a moneylender a hundred crowns. And that moneylender happened to work for me. I will cancel his debt."

The sorceress turned cold: "Don't do unnecessary things, Morna. I'm afraid he doesn't care about me anymore. If he knew about this, he might hate me. After all, we all know how much he values ​​his self-esteem."

Lan En was full of questions. He lowered his head and looked at Ciri, using silent mouth shape to gesture: Are they having friction again?

The girl also opened her mouth wide at the same time to highlight her mouth shape: I don't know! Anyway, it's bad enough!

The tangled relationship between Geralt and Yennefer is a very interesting topic of conversation in their circle of friends, and it has lasted for a long time.

Every time the pain point is poked, the white wolf will be frustrated for a while.

Before Lan En appeared, the true love between the witcher and the sorceress other than lust was really a rare sight.

But even though Yennefer looked unhappy, she still asked again: "When did he go to Dorian City?"

"About a month and a half. Then someone saw him in the swamp. It was said that he went from there to Helenton, and several farmers commissioned him to do some work. As usual, they asked him to kill some monsters."

Morna seemed to be very familiar with the situation where Yennefer was stubborn but still asked questions. He spoke in an orderly manner.

"As usual, they will pay him peanuts as a reward."

Yennefer's tone changed slightly, but still carried that unique irony.

"As usual, this is not enough to cover his medical expenses. Everything remains the same. Morna, if you really want to do something for me, try this: contact the farmer in Xilenton and increase his wages so that he can survive."

"Everything remains the same?" Morna slapped his forehead with a headache, "But what if he knows the truth one day?"

Yennefer looked around: "Then who will he know the truth from?"

Xileton, who had not interrupted just now, quickly lowered his head. The red-bearded dwarf sipped the red wine in a way he had never seen before, like a cat licking water.

Ciri bravely looked at Yennefer.

Lann interrupted directly and said, "The news is behind, Morna. Geralt has already run to another place with me half a month ago."

"He doesn't have a big bag of peanuts in his bag, but there is a bag of turnips." Lann first complained, then looked at Yennefer, "But there is no need to secretly take care of his business like this."

"If he is short of money now, he can find a job in the academy. We have cooperated many times before."

Obviously, the conflict between Yennefer and Geralt is still significant. She doesn't even know how long the White Wolf has been working here.

The sorceress obviously thought of this, and her face became even colder, which scared Ciri to lower her head.

Lann is used to these arrogant women who have magical powers, and their strong and independent personalities.

So he nodded to Yennefer without feeling anything at this moment.

"He's in the city now, too. Do you want to meet him? It's only a five-minute walk to the Silver Heron Tavern. The largest and most luxurious hotel in the city."

When talking about this topic, the girl who bowed her head under the anger of the sorceress had a happy light in her eyes.

"No, I said." Yennefer refused coldly, "We probably don't care about each other anymore, and I don't want to meet him again."

And Lan seemed to not understand what this meant.

"Really? But it's really not far. Just turn left and then right after you go out, and then..."

Lan's description was brief and accurate, and it was enough to draw a route map based on the description on the spot. It even explained which room Geralt stayed in the hotel.

Yennefer felt more and more that something was wrong the more she listened, and her brows furrowed.

At the same time, behind Ciri, who was basically blocked by Lan's tall and strong body, a gap appeared as the witcher moved his feet.

The girl first calmly pressed the felt hat on her head to cover her mouse-gray hair, and then, while Lan En was talking abnormally, she bent down and rushed out from the gap beside the demon hunter!

Her speed and agility were just like a little mouse!

She got up from the stool, slipped through the gap beside Lan En, pulled open the office door and ran out.

A series of actions were done in one go!

Not to mention a girl, even an adult man with flexible skills can't beat her!

"You dare!!!"

The moment Ciri stood up suddenly, Yennefer opened her eyes and roared!

Her voice was of course very soft compared to the warriors fighting on the battlefield, but Ciri still subconsciously shrank her body, and then she pushed back.

"I dare to do anything!"

The girl's tit-for-tat stubbornness made Yennefer's face, which was covered with magic cream, suddenly red with anger!

There was a sharp sound of chair legs rubbing against the ground. The sorceress pushed the chair away and stood up, rushing outside to catch the girl.

Lan En quickly leaned against the wall and stood up.

But Yennefer still glared at him with her violet eyes when she passed by him.

Outside the office, the bank, which was originally busy but still in order, suddenly heard a chaotic noise.

The dwarves' exclamations and the collision of tables and chairs were endless, and the sound of documents and pages flying was mixed in.

The two dwarves, Whitebeard and Redbeard, were sitting on the chairs, smacking their lips.

Morna handed the bank draft he had just written to Lan En as if he had seen nothing.

"I rarely see Yennefer so anxious to care about a girl. If others didn't say it, I would suspect that it was her daughter."

The dwarf banker waved his hand, indicating that Lan En didn't need to explain.

"If she doesn't want to talk, I won't ask. Please take this money order to her."

"You'll do, gentlemen." Lan En took the bank draft with one hand and put his hood back on his head with the other hand. "Goodbye."