Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 276 275. Meeting in the pub

This hesitation and hesitation did not linger in Lan En's heart for too long.

The young demon hunter shrugged and opened the door of the tavern.

It seems that in recent months, this tavern has received many distinguished guests that it should not have had the opportunity to receive, thus making the tavern owner make a fortune.

When Lan En first arrived, the wooden door that still leaked air from the joints of the wooden boards had been replaced by a one-piece heavy wooden door.

"Here's a bottle of rye vodka, ice, not water."

Lan En said hello to the bartender who was cleaning glasses behind the counter, and walked towards a table by the window of the tavern.

Although it is already winter when there are few travelers, Darkwater is one of the few villages around Lake Vizima that has a passenger ship route to the capital Vizima.

Therefore, the businessmen wearing simple cloth hats, tights, and low-quality furs, the bards who still wear various bright bird feathers on their hats in winter, and the local villagers who have idle time still make the atmosphere of the entire tavern Create a lively atmosphere.

The wooden walls of the tavern are hung with dry but still colorful garlands and flower chains to show their belief in Meritelli. The warm tones of candlelight, the steam from the food, and the aroma of wine give people a feeling of warmth and peace of mind.

The singing of bards and the voices of people talking made Lan En's entrance inconspicuous.

On the table by the window, a red-haired woman who was still wearing light clothes in winter and highlighted her beautiful figure was sitting with her back to Lan En.

As Lan En approached, the pendant around his neck began to sway. He was sure that this woman must have a beautiful magic talisman that she could wear in winter and maintain her body temperature.

Berengar, who was sitting opposite her, was listening to her talk, but he was mainly bored and crushing the grilled fish on the plate with a spoon.

As the heavily armored footsteps approached, the old demon hunter glanced up alertly.

Then, that bored but unwilling expression suddenly burst into laughter.

"Aha!"

"Look! Look! Our great hero is back."

The woman opposite Berengar turned around suddenly, so hard that the bench under her butt tilted.

The red hair that was scattered around her face calmed down after a while of shaking, and did not block the delicate face with the charm of a woman and the vitality of a girl.

Triss Merigold, advisor to the Temerian royal family and a popular political upstart in Vizima.

She was sitting in front of Berengar and chatting casually, but in fact, the expression on her face was exactly the same as that of the old demon hunter.

A sorceress who has political ambitions and hopes to realize them through her own efforts and influence. Talk to an old demon hunter who left his profession because he was afraid of fighting.

There is nothing in common between them. Even if they only count their ages, there should be several generation gaps between them.

It was only because of their mutual friends that they sat together regularly.

If Lan En could describe the embarrassing atmosphere——

‘Your good friend brings over a friend you don’t know, his friend. Then while the three of you were playing together, your friend went to the toilet.'

Belonging sounds extremely uncomfortable.

For Berengar - Lan En's arrival saves everything!

"Oh! My dear Berengar, if you ever make fun of me again, I'm going to kick your ass with this boot!"

The young man spread his hands, first smiled slightly at the red-haired sorceress, and then spoke to Berengar in a dignified voice.

The old demon hunter immediately drooped his mouth like a bull terrier.

He originally stood up to greet him happily, but sat down again halfway down the road.

"Did you go to the world of poetry this time? The bards who sang love poems were not as stupid as you just now. Damn it, I got goosebumps!"

Lann stepped across the bench and sat carefully next to Triss. The sorceress' eyes had been fixed on him ever since she found him.

"Ahem, huh. This is an adjustment. The place I went to this time also specialized in language learning. I just changed my language habits. It's normal to use too much force."

"That would be the best, otherwise I would have to tremble three times if I say a word to you."

Berengar looked Lan En up and down with his long face, making sure that this guy was not missing any arms or legs, and laughed out loud.

The armor on his body has even been professionally cleaned and maintained. It can be seen that he is doing well even in a different world.

His body has grown a lot, and his height is estimated to be 1.95 meters.

Even for his age, this was growing up too fast.

Because not only did he grow taller, but the muscle dimensions of his entire body also increased proportionally.

For every centimeter in height, several kilograms of meat and bone will be added to the weight!

Judging from Berengar's professional blacksmithing perspective, his armor was already a bit restrictive.

The old witcher looked at the sorceress next to Lan En and drank the wine in his hand in one gulp.

Gee, now is not the time for outsiders to stay here.

"It's getting late, I should go back."

The old demon hunter felt that he was very discerning. After all, when Lan En came back from another world for the first time, he behaved very well.

For this purpose, he won himself a room in the tavern for two years.

How about the fact that the dean of Aretusa is very wealthy!

How else could he, a mutant with no stable income, wait for someone in this village?

But this time, before Berengar could finish speaking, Triss, who was sitting next to Lan En, interrupted him first.

"It's still noon, Berengar."

While speaking, Triss's eyes were still facing Lan En's side face.

"Is this how you dealt with Margarita last time?"

After saying this, she looked away with a half-smile.

Berengar scratched his chin and sat back on the bench with some embarrassment.

"Oh, so I'm taking the initiative?"

"Use an affirmative, Berengar."

"I understand, it's my fault."

Triss nodded with satisfaction.

"Don't worry, Lan En. I won't eat you or go to bed with you. I saw that the tips of your ears were red just now."

"Margarita is a good friend of Yennefer, and I am also a good friend of Yennefer. If you establish a relationship with her, then I will wisely keep a distance. At least until you two officially blow it off."

"Although Foltest hinted to me that I hope I can maintain some relationship with you that goes beyond friendship, but damn Foltest! Who does he think I am? A woman standing on the street?"

"I want to use physical pleasure to get close to you, why not let his daughter come? Bullshit!"

The sorceress said very firmly.

To be honest, her mature and lively temperament makes her look pleasing to the eye even when she curses.

Belengar curled his lips in a vague way, indicating that he had never seen such a situation where nothing happened under the scorching eyes.

On the other hand, Mr. Lan, the simple young man with his first love, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his originally slightly restrained sitting posture.

The old witcher was stunned for a moment.

You don’t really believe it just because she said that, right? ?

You are such a chick!

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