Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1430 1402. Ten people

Yennefer and Geralt, a pair of friendly acquaintances, left early. When they left, the men and women could feel the heat in their eyes, so they all understood tacitly what they were going to do. .

Fortunately, Arethusa had set aside so many rooms just for the banquet guests.

As if appreciating the courage of the first couple to leave to do 'business', a burst of gentle applause came and moved closer.

It was a black-haired sorceress. She seemed to have gotten rid of her male companion and was now wandering alone at the banquet.

The sorceress looked straight at Lan En coming.

As if knowing that the witcher didn't know many people present, Margarita stepped forward and called out the person's name, thus avoiding an embarrassing situation.

"Hey Sabina, long time no see!"

Margarita's enthusiasm was eloquent and could deceive almost everyone except Lan En.

"Yes, long time no see, our party queen! You are still dazzling today."

The sorceress responded, hugging Margarita at the same time, kissing each other's earrings and sides of their ears. Then there is Triss.

"Lan, this is Sabina Grievesig of Ad Kale." Triss introduced her calmly, as if the two of them were complaining about another person with Yennefer just now. "She is the same as me, but in Kaedwen."

The witcher bowed politely and saluted. It was a kiss on the hand, but under Lan En's control, he did not actually make physical contact.

Young people have long discovered that sorceresses like this kind of etiquette. To put it bluntly, it can make them feel like they are being treated like princesses and satisfy their vanity.

"Oh, I never thought that the ridiculous things in the rumors could actually be true."

The words in Sabina's mouth seemed to be responding to Triss and Margarita, but her eyes were fixed on the man in front of her, and she puffed up her chest proudly.

"How do you usually get along? Together? Or individually?"

"I haven't slept with Triss yet, but we are both really obsessed with him. Nothing else matters." Margarita dealt with it as if nothing had happened, but the smile on her lips slightly faded, "But this is your case That's a nice shirt, isn't it, Sabine?"

Lane declined to comment.

Sabina's shirt is made of black tulle, which allows her curvy figure to be clearly seen. It is really unobstructed. The fabric is so transparent that onlookers can see the entire view of her chest without any effort at all. ,all.

Her crimson skirt was tied with a wide belt with a rose-shaped metal buckle. The skirt has side openings. This style is very popular at the moment, and Margarita is also wearing this style.

However, Margarita is a normal style, and the side opening of the skirt only reaches the thigh, while Sabina goes directly over the hips and opens the side opening to the waist.

Lan En was like a wooden sculpture, not taking Sabina's words. Margarita and Triss next to them were still smiling, but the witcher could feel that they were already extremely angry.

Sabina didn't seem to dare to play with fire too much in front of Margarita and Triss. She just gave the witcher a suggestive look and left on the pretext of seeing an acquaintance.

Margarita's lips moved as she looked at Sabina's back and cursed in a low voice, Triss did the same.

It's just that the two sorceresses' scoldings were a bit unpleasant, and Lan En really didn't want to remember them.

At this moment, the door to the banquet hall opened again, and several people walked in with a very grand gesture.

"They are here." Triss cleared her throat, "They are finally here."

Lan En also frowned and looked at them. These were the people he planned to focus on tonight, five members of the Talent and Skills Association, and five members of the Supreme Council of Warlocks.

Leading the way was Tissaya, who was wearing a complicated but conservative long dress, which should have been a style from hundreds of years ago.

The person beside her who politely raised her hand to support her was Hen Gedimitis, or to use a more formal name, Gerhard of Elle.

For a great mage with hundreds of years of experience, it is not unusual to have many names.

"You probably haven't seen the blond elf in the back, right, my dear?" Margarita shook her glass playfully and introduced Lan En.

"That's Francesca Findabel, also known as Enid Ann Galina, which means 'valley daisy' in the ancient language. Many people say that she should be the most beautiful witch in the world."

She is stunningly beautiful, with big eyes like a docile doe.

"She looks very young." Lan En commented, not touching the title of 'the most beautiful' at all. "Even among elves, she is very young."

"It's just an appearance." Triss explained beside her, "She is a rare pure-blood elf, but she doesn't have even a drop of human blood in her veins, and her lifespan is much longer than that of ordinary elves."

In this magical Middle Ages, the humans who came from the confluence of the celestial spheres drove the elves off their thrones, but in the process, the bloodlines of the two races were very closely mixed together.

Just like now, every northerner counts. Unless he is a crazy racist who doesn't even have a bit of logic or evidence, no one can pat his chest and guarantee that there is not a drop of the blood of the ancient race in his veins.

In the circle of warlocks, the proportion of elves mixed is even higher and common.

"She came here probably to discuss the growing discrimination and hostility towards non-human races in the kingdom."

Margarita said affirmatively.

"Tissaya has decided to help her, and many wizards will stand by her side. Our group has a good relationship with the ancient races. She will not let this opportunity go."

"But look at the escort behind her, Vilgefortz of Rogoeven. Compared to the pure-blood elves, she just looks younger, but she is really young and promising."

"The short man behind you, Alto Terranova, these are the five members of the Association of Talents and Skills."

Lan En's eyes looked back, and there were three male warlocks.

That was Fecart of Hydaris, Radcliffe of Ossenfort, Cardouin of Lang Asset.

These three people, plus Philippa Erhardt and Yennefer, who just left the scene early with Geralt, formed the five-person Supreme Council of Warlocks.

"Yennefer, I remember you were chosen because of your merits in the Battle of Sodden Mountain, right?" Lan En suddenly asked.

Triss blushed slightly when she heard this: "Hey, I don't have enough qualifications and I don't have enough strength."

Although Yennefer has always been like Triss's eldest sister, she also went to the battlefield and became famous. She became a member of the Supreme Council of Warlocks, but she did not make any progress.

This still made Triss feel a little worried.

Especially with a margarita standing next to me.

Some people squeezed their heads to get into the parliament, but this one just nodded and entered.

After all, in terms of the most important strength, among the ten people, it is estimated that only the three oldest ones can hold down Margarita.

It's a pity that Sabina, who has been a famous 'party queen' since her school days, was nicknamed Margarita just now.

Later, my playfulness continued to grow, but my sense of responsibility for the college and students increased.

This sense of responsibility seems to have made Margarita feel very tired, so she has no intention of going further in the warlock group.

After they appeared on the stage, the banquet seemed to really get into the theme. Many warlocks gathered around, wanting a chance to say hello.

"We have to go over and have a word." Margarita and Tris walked towards the crowd together, smiling at Lan En, "I'll give you a try by the way."

They also all knew what Lan En's main purpose was for coming to this banquet, and they were willing to provide the greatest help.

After the two sorceresses left, and while others were rushing over, Lan loosened the collar of his tight-fitting jacket slightly, and planned to eat some of the food on the dining table to let his mouth move. To pass the time.

The lobsters, also from Keville, have their back shells opened, and the plump and crystal-clear lobster meat is laid out in the open, making people eat with their fingers.

Lan En just went over and took two slices, sprinkled them with mustard juice and put them on the plate.

But obviously, there are still people who don't intend to say hello to the big shots among wizards at this time.

The tongs in Lan En's hand stopped in mid-air, because the plate of ham slices he wanted to pick up was being brought closer to him by his other hand.

"Your diligent performance makes me less afraid to take action, my lord."

Lan En chuckled and glanced sideways at the Redania secret agent beside him.

The fat man was wearing a bright yellow tight-fitting top that was open to the waist. It was obvious that this top was strangling him.

And a tall and strong man, nearly two meters tall, looked small in front of Lan En.

"If you are troubled because of me, then please let me apologize, sir. Because I am not too familiar with the rules of this new style of banquet."

Dijkstra said respectfully, making it impossible for anyone to find anything wrong with him.

"In comparison, I still prefer a more traditional one. The table is covered with sauce and beer. It's dark and pleasant. People eat and drink a lot, and the food is hot. After drinking too much, you can fall asleep under the table."

"Tradition and new style." Lan En casually put a few more slices of ham on the plate, "It's really boring to start with. Say what you have to say, sir."

"Don't use honorifics to me." Dijkstra shook his head repeatedly, "I am not the earl in the rumors. I am a farmer, but Vizmir ordered me to call myself an earl. This is so that when I give orders, I will not Suspected of insulting those real nobles."

"Okay, in your mouth, the self-introduction seems more sincere and natural. Have you practiced for a long time?"

Lan En said while eating.

"If there is an opportunity to introduce myself in front of you, I believe everyone will prepare carefully." Dijkstra still complimented politely. "It's not easy to meet you. It depends on luck."

Lan En fiddled with the fork without stopping: "This sentence doesn't sound very meaningful."

"It's just a fact." Dijkstra continued, "As long as the farce on Lake Vizima is still going on, isn't this a fact?"

"You look like you know something?"

"It's all speculation, but it's just very likely. Goddess Faith, Knights of Justice, etc. But it's useless, after all, the possible rightful owner won't even reward us."

At this time, Lan En stopped playing with the food in his hands and glanced at Dijkstra.

"What salary does Vizmir pay you?" the demon hunter suddenly asked, "How dare you say this in front of me?"