Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 289 288. Stereotype

"Oh? Am I a little famous too?"

As the nickname came out of the milk-white haired uncle's mouth, Lan En couldn't help but scratch his neck.

After Geralt accepted the Oren coin, his attitude relaxed a lot.

Not because of money, but to confirm that the bear in front of him has normal human emotions and abides by the unspoken rules of society.

This was much more reassuring than the 'old bear' he met last time.

Putting yourself outside the rules of society seems cool to modern eyes.

However, in the Middle Ages and previous eras, most human gatherings would have a disciplinary measure - the punished person would immediately become a free person without social constraints, and his political status would be the same as that of a wild beast in the suburbs.

If he kills someone, he will not be called a ‘murderer’, but will be the same as a beast killing someone.

But at the same time, anyone who kills him will be regarded as hunting a wild beast.

People will not be at ease with wild beasts, and if they are not at ease, they will have the intention to expel and kill them.

Therefore, people who obtain this kind of "free and easy" status will basically be killed by the crowd like hunting wild beasts within a few days.

If you are not restricted by society, you will not be protected by society.

When Geralt faced that 'old bear', he felt even more uneasy than facing a murderer.

Because murderers kill for a reason, mostly for money. Who is willing to work hard when losing money?

But Geralt, the bear school who lost his feelings and did not abide by social consensus, felt that if he had stayed a little longer, the two of them might have to lie down together.

Geralt was confident that the one lying down would not be him. But again, what's the point of fighting hard and killing people without getting any benefits?

From that time on, Geralt had a bad impression of the Bear School.

"'Somewhat famous'? You don't seem to have any knowledge of what you are doing."

The wolf head necklace on his chest rattled as he shook his head.

Geralt stepped on the wet and cold muddy ground and moved slightly closer to Lan, but still kept a safe distance.

"What you did affected the market conditions of magic-resistant gold across the entire continent. The sudden death of Count Stetha made the Nilfgaard Empire react violently. They invested a lot of resources into this great nobleman. In the past six months alone, , their border frictions with the northern countries have doubled. The nerves of those countries on the borders of Sintra, Bruges, and Livia are about to be broken. "

"You seem to be very well-informed, right? You haven't asked for advice yet?"

Lan En smiled and stretched out his hand. The other person hesitated for a while, but finally took it.

"Geralt. Geralt of Rivia. You don't need to introduce yourself, Lann of Cintra. As I said, you are very famous. You are probably the most famous witcher on the continent."

"As for being well-informed?"

Geralt patted the two swords behind him. He was very considerate. In order to avoid misunderstanding, he did not pat the hilt of the sword, but patted the end of the scabbard at his waist.

"If you are looking for work on the north-south border and suddenly find that there are a lot more commissions from ghouls, ghosts, and demons than usual, you will also feel that something is wrong."

"Understood." Lan En nodded.

The two colleagues, who had initially established trust, walked out of the alley together while keeping a distance that would not alert each other.

"The corpses and blood of the border conflict attracted monsters. This is not difficult to understand, but why do you seem to be a careerist with ulterior motives and long-planned plans in your description?"

When he entered the alley, there was one witcher, but when he came out, there were two witchers.

One has sickly milky white hair, while the other has brilliant silver hair like molten silver.

The two strange and distinctive demon hunters soon caused whispers in the surroundings.

But for people who work in this industry, people looking at them strangely is the mildest treatment.

So neither Lan nor Geralt felt anything.

"This is not my description, it is what most people who know about it think so. Have you been living in seclusion in fear of crime during this period? Have you heard nothing about it?"

Facing the curious eyes of the young witcher, Geralt turned his head vaguely and rolled his eyes helplessly.

If Lan En had been in contact with Triss for a longer period of time, he would probably have caught wind of it. But Margarita was more interested in the party than the political situation.

"Everyone is guessing who is the killer you are supporting. The one who is calling the loudest right now is Keville. Because they make the most money from the business of blocking magic gold. Provoking the conflict between the north and the south can also make them easily earn money at the edge of the world. It’s a huge arms bill, but there’s no risk.”

"Well, starting a war offshore and then reselling arms supplies does sound like a good plan to make a lot of money."

Lan grunted, his expression was very strange, because this statement felt a bit familiar to him.

It’s as familiar as exchanging scalps for gold coins.

"But it seems like you don't believe this rumor."

Geralt nodded calmly, saying that he would not jump to conclusions based on rumors.

"I don't think you were a killer hired to disrupt the political situation. I think it was because Staisa blocked your way to survive, and then you rushed in and killed him."

"This is undoubtedly a prejudice, but I'm sorry. When I heard that you were a bear school, this was my first reaction."

Geralt shrugged, and Lan pursed his lips speechlessly.

Okay, the external impression of the school is that of a group of reckless people who have no emotional intelligence and do not abide by the law.

Lan En, who has no sense of belonging to the school itself, has now become the benchmark for this stereotype.

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"so."

Miss Eliza clutched her handkerchief and looked at the witcher who went out as one and came back as two witchers.

"So, you can get the services of two witchers without upgrading the cost. This will help increase the efficiency and success rate of lifting the curse."

Lan En smiled and raised a hand to say hello and introduced the current situation to the customer.

Ever since he negotiated business with the fishermen of Oriden, the young demon hunter had learned this skill without any teacher.

No matter how you distort the original service content, you have to make the customer feel that they have made a profit anyway!

The noble lady looked at Lan En blankly, and then she didn't know whether she understood or not, her face turned red and her mouth opened slightly.

"Wow~"

He whispered, and couldn't help but step forward to talk.

The cream-white-haired demon hunter twitched his lips and placed his body between the two of them, looking like he was eager to complete the task.

Pushing Lan En who had just leaned against the fence, he walked out of the manor.

"Okay, noble lady. We will go directly to your brother and work on undoing the curse. Please be patient."

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