Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1435 1407. The arrest begins

Redania's spy chief, Sigismund Dijkstra, walked on the streets of Gos Velen.

At this time, the moon was half full, and except for those wizards who were extravagant and dissolute and held banquets until the early morning of the next day, ordinary people should have fallen asleep at this time.

The streets of Gos Velen were silent at night. After all, apart from taverns, brothels and other places, the evening entertainment programs of this era were really lackluster.

But Dijkstra didn't care about anything else today.

He had just walked out of Aretusa, which was famous and more magnificent than the king's court, and his heart was full of doubts.

Why did these northern wizards, who were already so rich and enjoyed an independent and lofty political status, still have to accept the money bag of charity from the hands of the Southern Empire? !

Dijkstra was angry, but people like him would calmly get things done even if they were so angry.

The fat and strong man walked towards the port with his tights open, with only a flickering oil lamp in the duty room.

The guard in the duty room stood up silently, saluted Dijkstra as he walked by, and then sat down again, as if nothing had happened.

He walked onto a large ship docked at the port and went straight down to the cabin.

As soon as he got down, the slight collision of metals in the cabin was heard.

Fifty fully armed soldiers with the "Red Eagle of Redania" emblem painted on their breastplates made it difficult for them to even turn around in the already narrow and compact cabin.

It can be seen that they had just put on their armor.

Seeing Dijkstra coming down, the soldiers who were originally a little scattered and messy all stood up in a straight line.

After a quick glance, the spy chief handed the key hanging around his neck to the officer and ordered in a deep voice: "Vormir, this is the key to the box in the captain's room. Each person will take a pair of magic-blocking gold shackles and a magic-blocking gold amulet from it."

"Strung bows and crossbows, short swords, halberds, and shields. Cheer up! Get ready to work!"

The soldiers nodded quietly, then received their equipment, went up to the deck, and briefly formed a team in the open space of the port where the ship was docked.

Dijkstra frowned during this process. He pulled the officer who had just distributed the magic-blocking gold equipment: "Wait, where are the others on the ship?"

The Svenlin was registered in Novigrad as a cargo ship. The ship was able to carry fifty soldiers and matching equipment.

At the same time, in order to maintain the ship's own sailing ability, the captain, first mate, seamen and other personnel configurations were similar in number to the soldiers.

For small roles like ordinary sailors on the ship, Dikstra settled them all tonight.

The primary purpose of their action this time is "fast and sudden".

Tomorrow morning, at noon at the latest, they will set sail and leave Gos Velen.

But people like the captain and the first mate should still be on duty on the ship.

The officer being questioned looked confused at this time. When Dijkstra saw his expression, his heart began to sink.

"Didn't they say there were other arrangements, sir?"

The officer was halfway through speaking, looking at Dijkstra's expression, and immediately knew that something was wrong!

But he didn't dare to say anything more, and in the end he could only shut up.

The spy chief had an ugly and gloomy face. He looked towards the direction of the workshop area at the base of the city wall, which was gradually reflecting red light in the distance, and then gritted his teeth and looked at Aretusa, which was standing quietly.

In the end, he waved his hand with a twitch at the corner of his mouth, indicating that the mission would continue as usual.

He led the soldiers towards Aretusa, and the checkpoints that provided guards for the Wizard Summit along the way ignored them.

Dijkstra muttered to himself: "Damn it, you put people in my hands to do your private work?!"

"No. It's not certain whether this is a private job!"

If only someone in Redania coveted the huge profit of Valyrian steel, then Dijkstra would not be surprised.

But it is hard to say whether it is for a little profit or some bigger plot when taking action at this juncture.

But no matter what, the arrow has been set on the string and has to be shot. The most important thing should be done first, and the rest can be dealt with later! ——

Another royal advisor of the Kingdom of Temeria, Keira Metz, cast a light spell, which can suspend a cold light ball wherever the caster wants, and of course, it can also move with the body.

Now Keira Metz has changed out of the dress she wore at the banquet before, which was similar to Sabina's. At that time, she was one of the fourteen sorceresses wearing a gauze dress that could not cover anything at the banquet.

But now, she has changed into a gray hunting suit, and is watching a group of soldiers trying to subdue a wizard.

Archmage.

The magic candles in the luxurious corridors of Aretusa have gone out, leaving only the cold light above Keira Metz's head.

Alto Terranova, a member of the Society of Gifts and Crafts, is now being lifted up from the ground by two Redanian soldiers.

"Handcuff him." The sorceress ordered briefly.

"You dare to handcuff me?" Alto shouted, "Metz! You are so brave! I am a member of the Wizards' Council!"

Warlocks often refer to the Society of Gifts and Crafts as the Wizards' Council.

"You used to be. But you won't be anymore. You are just an ordinary traitor, and you will be treated like a traitor."

"You dirty whore! Who gave you that. Ugh!"

Alto didn't have the chance to curse more.

First, a pair of blue metal shackles were already hanging on his hands.

The close contact of the demonic metal made him suddenly feel like an ordinary person entering a portal, so uncomfortable that he couldn't even stand still.

Secondly, Keira Metz punched him in the face with a brass knuckles hanging on her fist.

Behind them, Geralt, who was wearing only one piece of clothing and looked like he had just gotten up from the entanglement of the bed and was about to urinate at night, was pressed against his chest by a halberd and chose to move cautiously.

He looked like an obvious "innocent intruder".

Keira, who had just dealt with Alto vigorously, was entangled in the face of Geralt who suddenly broke into this situation.

After she frowned and talked to another male mage who came over for a few words, it seemed that something urgent happened somewhere else, so she simply handed Geralt over to the Redanian soldiers, only saying "keep an eye on him", and left in a hurry.

"They are really nervous, aren't they?"

Dijkstra, who had chatted with the witcher at the banquet before, commented to Geralt in a relaxed tone.

"It's just a lack of experience, nothing else. Coups and rebellions are like beetroot soup, they taste best when they are cooled."

"Dijkstra, this is not beetroot soup, what is going on now? What happened? I am completely confused."

Geralt's body was pressed against his chest by a halberd, and he remained motionless, but his chin was raised towards the blood that Alto had just been punched by.

The color of blood and beetroot soup is indeed very similar.

"Before I answer you, you have to answer me first." Dijkstra, who seemed to be helping the wizards, looked at Geralt seriously.

"You were brought in by Yennefer of Vengerberg. Did she ask you to come out now? What is she doing now?"

"No, I just want to go to the bathroom, but I don't want to pee in the flowerpot in the dormitory. Yennefer was very satisfied last night and she was still sleeping. I thought people like you should know everyone's information."

Geralt spoke in a calm voice without any emotion, as if the spear tip on his chest with only a shirt between him and him didn't exist.

"I don't understand her! Her position, her style of doing things, so I'm worried, Geralt! Don't you understand yet?"

Dijkstra pushed his halberd aside and said to Geralt in a cold voice.

"You fool! The wizards who are loyal to the kings and behave decently didn't even sleep in bed tonight! They ran around and prepared all night, only the traitors bribed by Nilfgaard are still curled up in the quilt!"

"Because those traitors need to conserve their strength! Because they will soon start a rebellion during the meeting! But they don't know that we have intercepted the intelligence long ago! We are ready!"

"As you can see, they will be pulled out of bed tonight, then put on shackles of dificolium, and beaten to the ground with brass knuckles!"

"We took the initiative, and those traitors are finished! If you don't want to die with them, don't play tricks, tell me! Yennefer's position! Has she contacted the southerners! Has she reached a private deal with Vigfortz!"

Geralt listened to Dixter's words, which had nothing to hide at this point, and nodded from time to time, but there was still no sign of tension in his emotions.

"So, you heard it." Facing Dijkstra's scrutinizing gaze, Geralt looked over his shoulder, toward the darkened corridor, shrugged and said easily. "That's what they said."

The rest of the Redanian soldiers didn't understand, but Dijkstra, who was close to Geralt's face, turned pale in an instant with his rosy cheeks full of flesh.

A figure that no longer controlled his breathing and footsteps, and therefore showed a huge mass and strength in the darkness, slowly approached them.

"Who?!"

"Don't move! Don't move!"

"Touch!!!"

A series of voices almost crowded together!

The Redanian soldiers' vigilant questioning, Dijkstra's hurried orders, and finally, the crisp and neat muffled sound!