Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1436 1408. Rebellion

Just now, relying on a surprise attack and the magic-blocking gold equipment, a few people worked together to deal with the Redanian soldiers of a great wizard.

Now it was almost like a gust of wind blowing down the crawling wheat.

Dijkstra's face was still facing Geralt, and the sudden change happened next to him.

The soldier in full armor was like a rag doll, flying past him with the sound of wind and hitting the wall of the luxurious corridor of Aretuza.

The collision between the armor parts of the whole body and the wall made a noisy "ding ling bang" sound, and there were also human groans.

Because the interval was too short, Dijkstra couldn't even tell how many people flew past him.

Geralt looked around, moved his feet from in front of Dijkstra, and made room.

Now there was only a wall in front of the spy chief.

The heavy footsteps behind him were approaching.

The oppressive feeling was like stepping on Dijkstra's heart.

"." Dijkstra sighed and shook his head, then turned around, "Philippa said that you should be sent away tonight. But obviously, she was wrong."

Lane, who had already changed into [Smaug], with his solid and heavy armor and his own body, stood in front of Dijkstra like a terrifying golem.

The cat's eyes that glowed slightly in the dim light looked down at him.

At this time, the spy chief really felt what it felt like to stand in front of this legendary figure who was no longer in a leisurely state and began to tense up.

The soldiers who were blown away by a muffled sound were not dead, and they were not even seriously injured, but they were now huddled in the corner, looking behind them with a panicked look like a rabbit.

When Vizmir asked him to come to assist Philippa, he specifically asked him not to bring those soldiers who had participated in the Battle of Sodden Mountain.

At that time, he just thought it was a fuss.

Now, who is funny?

Dijkstra's mind was in a mess.

"I didn't do anything to you." Lan En looked down at him calmly, "because just now you seemed to be just arresting people, and didn't want to kill people in the chaos."

"Now, it's time, Dijkstra."

"Your actions have begun, and there is no turning back, so tell me, are you really just clearing out the faction among wizards who are friendly to Southern Nilfgaard?"

"Think about it before answering, Dijkstra."

"Because I want to remind you, first of all, this is Aretusa, which symbolizes the power and status of wizards. Generally speaking, the king is only qualified to live in the Loshar Palace on the bottom floor when he comes here. And you have all started here. Secondly."

The young demon hunter tilted his head, and just this expressionless action made the spy chief's heartbeat suddenly speed up by three points.

"There are quite a lot of people who want to trouble me tonight, so I won't be very patient in dealing with them. Can you understand that?"

"I completely understand." Dijkstra opened his mouth with difficulty, "My Lord."

"But I want to correct one thing: those wizards are not the so-called 'friendly southern faction', they are out-and-out traitors, and we will see the evidence soon!"

The spy chief answered cautiously while helping up the soldier who fell to his feet and was gasping for breath due to the impact on his lungs.

"In other words, you still don't have evidence."

"Position, and interpersonal relationships." Dijkstra said calmly, "Before the evidence is in hand, enough traces can be seen. Now is a critical moment, we have to do things first, and then talk about evidence."

For the spy chief who does intelligence, Lan En does believe that he has this level.

But having this level does not mean that what Tishaya and the others are worried about does not exist: without evidence, whoever he says is a traitor is a traitor? Isn't this how to purge dissidents? Philippa Ehart's reputation is not that good.

"Why didn't you communicate with me in advance?"

This is still the biggest problem.

If this group of people is really just planning for the war between the North and the South that is about to escalate to the extreme again, they have to clean up the internal situation first.

Then there is no reason to ignore Lan En and not inform him!

The conflict between him and the Nilfgaard Empire is already known to everyone, and there is absolutely no possibility of peace.

"I have this idea, but Philippa said she can keep you busy tonight. When you come back after finishing your work, we will have finished our work here."

Dickoscher now looks a little honest.

"Risk of angering me, just with this unclear sentence, without any plan explained?"

Lan En still doubted.

But he doubted, and so did others.

Dickoscher took a deep breath and looked at Lan En.

The small eyes on the face full of flesh looked at him scrutinizingly at this time.

"Because. With all due respect, you can't be trusted, sir."

"The times are different now. 'You must know that the age of sword and axe is approaching, and the age of contempt has arrived.'"

"Who can trust who these days? As long as you can attack the north, let alone you have destroyed tens of thousands of Nilfgaardian troops, even if you fucked Emhyr in front of him, what would happen? He would want to send his lover to your bed!"

"Everything has a price these days. So what if Emhyr once destroyed Cintra? There are no Cintra people among these sorcerers?"

"What's their status in the north? What's their status in the south?"

"Isn't it the same? As long as the money is in place and benefits are promised, they can forget what the north has given them and rush south to flatter Emhyr? People call this 'people go higher and water flows lower' ah."

Finally, the spy of Vizmir looked at Lan En coldly: "You think you and Nilfgaard have already made their hostility clear, but it's ugly to say that. Who knows what you are like in private?"

"What if, I mean what if the price Emhyr offers you is enough to erase the conflicts and feuds between you two?"

trust.

One of the rarest things in the world is that some people can even cut out their own hearts and stomachs, but they still can't win the trust of others.

Because people tend to believe what they want to believe.

Just like Dijkstra now.

He feels that most people have a price tag, and as long as someone can afford it, there is nothing that cannot be negotiated. So he felt that Lan En was also such a person.

But what he didn't know, or didn't believe, was that there were some people and things that really couldn't be discussed.

Lan En, who had been listening to his answer silently, suddenly sighed.

"So there are always people like you reminding me of where I am now, Dijkstra."

The young demon hunter had an imperceptible loneliness in his tone.

But Dijkstra breathed a sigh of relief. From these words, he could not quite hear the murderous intention.

Lann was still angry and dissatisfied with their actions in Aretuosa, but if the purpose of their actions was indeed as pure as he claimed, then at least the lesson Lann taught him would not have started at such a critical time.

Coup, rebellion. The key is to seize the time! Catch your opponent off guard!

"Geralt, get out of here."

Lan En tilted his head to the side at his old friend.

"It will be chaotic tonight, so stay with Yennefer. Ciri Tisaya needs her help. She should be heading to Gastang Palace now, so don't worry."

Geralt was now fully aware of what was going to happen tonight, and he walked directly towards the way he came from without stopping.

And Dijkstra, who was passed by him, no longer looked at him.

"Yennefer and I are not worried, let's go to Gastang Palace too."

Geralt said as he hurried away without looking back.

Lan En turned around and looked at the spy chief with a humble expression.

"Put away that fake and ridiculous expression. From now on, you must stay with me. I will supervise your every move."

"I hope you can do the same thing as before, only arrest, not more violent actions, do you understand?"

At this point, Lan En couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

"Damn it! I obviously wouldn't object to what you are doing! But you just kept it a secret, and now it's like this!"

Dijkstra put away that expression. Although he still deliberately kept a few meters away from Lan because of his heart palpitations, he still doubted the witcher.

And he also knew that the witcher still doubted him. The complaint just now might even be a test.

Knowing who is the enemy and who is the friend has always been a difficult problem.

Only strong power has limited effect. The drama of a brainless strong man being coaxed and tricked into turning around and killing his allies, not to mention young people of the new era like Lan En who are interested in history.

Even Dijkstra can recount many examples that happened in the history of this magical Middle Ages in one breath.

The Redanian soldiers, who were not seriously injured, followed Dijkstra, like wilted radish seedlings under Lan En's supervision.

There is no trace of the boldness and proficiency with which he had just raided and subdued an archmage in twos and threes.

They walked for a while and arrived at a crossroads where corridors met. The magic candlelight here was also extinguished, leaving only the cold light of the magic light ball, illuminating the gorgeous vaults and walls.

The place was full of Redanians and wizards. Redcliffe from the Supreme Council of Warlocks and Sabina were all there at this time, and they had also changed out of their party attire and were wearing gray plainclothes.

It seems that they use their clothes to distinguish themselves from enemies.

By the time Lan En saw a group of Redanian soldiers approaching, it looked like there had been a quarrel here.

Tisaya also changed out of her cumbersome dress into a daily skirt. She was glaring at Philipba with her chest rising and falling violently.

"We will go to the Gastang Palace, Teacher Tisaya." Philippa's face was cold and hard, but she still did not mean that she was lacking in confidence at all. She was simply speaking righteously, "Everyone, including the traitors we arrested, including Vigo Foltz will go.”

"We did the right thing and we will prove it in public at the Palais Garstang!"

"Kyra, find Dorregaray and Kaduin, and bring them to Gastang Palace. We will let Essein of Sidaris and Istrad of Kovir know about our actions. and results, so as to gain more support in future wars.”

"You said you did the right thing?" Tishaya said with a hint of sarcasm, "You mean you took advantage of the summit to gather together for you to arrest people?"

"To what extent have you trampled on the political rights and independent status of the magicians of the Association of Talents and Skills and the Supreme Council of Magicians just today?!"

"Bringing the king's lackeys to Aritusari to arrest people, do you know what you are doing?!"

"I know." Philippa answered firmly, "but I will not back down."

At this time, the figures of Dijkstra and Lann came out from the shadows in the distance.

Among the warlocks present, those wearing gray clothes immediately jumped up like their hair exploded.

But some other warlocks who seemed to be witnesses who were not participants, but were called, saw Lann who was fully armed and felt oppressive even when passing by, but they were just a little nervous subconsciously, and did not react more.

Among the many warlocks, Philippa's expression was the most serious and obvious.

"You seem to think I should be very busy tonight?"

Lann said as he approached Tishaya in a gloomy tone.

"I" Philippa's lips moved in a tangled way, "I did arrange a little trouble for you, but I promise that those things are just trouble."

"But since you are still here and didn't kill our dear Dijkstra, I think you can be trusted, Lan. Well, Dijkstra, take your people out of Aretusa, they are not needed here."

Just now, Tishaya angrily rebuked Philippa for summoning the king's lackeys to walk around Aretusa, but Philippa did not give in.

But now, just turning around, the sorceress immediately wanted to send away the group of Redanian soldiers.

But Lan frowned and looked at Philippa Ehart, as if he wanted to see the slightest bit of trouble on her face.

"Just limited to trouble?" The witcher suddenly asked, "Are you serious, Philippa?"