Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 438 437. Entering the Palace

Out of the rare professional ethics of the Bear School, Lan En and Gede went through the entire underground tomb again to ensure that there were no more monsters or demon spirits that had been tormented by Sharma's chaotic magic.

Then the two of them walked towards the exit of the royal cemetery.

When he arrived at a well-lit place, Lan En habitually took out [white honey] and took a sip to remove the potion and toxicity from his body.

But when he handed it to Gerd, the guy waved it away.

The reason is: this toxicity is completely bearable, and the efficacy of [Cat Eyes] disappears faster than the toxicity, and it does not affect vision in light environments at this time, so it is completely unnecessary.

Lan En expressed respect for his habit of living a frugal life.

When they arrived at the exit of the cemetery, Lan En saw Regis and Cohen from the Griffin School waiting there.

The high-level vampire stood at the edge of the stone door. There was some blood on his fingertips. It seemed that he had rebandaged Cohen.

The demon hunter of the Griffin School was sitting on the ground leaning against the door frame.

Although the pants soaked with his own blood were still stuck to his legs, they had become a little dry and stiff.

It looked like the bleeding had stopped.

"You should go out and rest."

Lan En waved and said hello while walking.

"That's what I meant, but Mr. Cohen insisted on waiting here." Regis spread his hands and said slowly.

"And I have to say that the Witcher's potion did have an immediate effect. I just tied it with a bandage a little, and after a few minutes, I took it off and the bleeding in his lower back completely stopped."

“It’s amazing resilience.”

Regis's expression was slightly admiring.

But Lan En scratched his cheek unconsciously.

What are you, a high-level vampire, sighing about here?

Cohen's face was still as pale as a dead man, but this was partly due to the massive blood loss and partly due to the external manifestations caused by drinking the magic potion.

"You are not injured. It seems there is no bigger trouble inside?"

Cohen held on to the stone doorframe, moved his steps to stand up, and looked at Ged and Lan with concern.

"Have you found out the reason? I just went through the clues again, and I still feel that something is a little abnormal."

Lan En shook his head: "Your feeling is absolutely correct. There is an underground river here, and a Sharma dug through the partition and broke in."

"Sharma? That kind of monster that lives underground? I've heard of it, but I haven't seen it yet. So, those evil ghosts and water ghosts all come from the underground river?"

Ged and Lann both nodded.

The scope of Cohen's activities is mainly in the northern countries, and most of them are in the extreme north such as Keville. Not many monsters are seen in the south.

"Huh~ Then it's over."

The demon hunter of the Griffin School breathed a long sigh of relief, and seemed to have let go of a burden in his heart.

Unlike ordinary demon hunters who are more concerned about financial losses if they fail to complete their missions, the chivalry upheld by the Griffin School also burdens them psychologically.

"Don't leave in a hurry yet." Lan En could see that Cohen was about to leave.

"You should divide the reward according to your share. You have done a lot of research before, and you have a share of the seven hundred crowns. To be honest, I am not here for the money."

At Lan En's insistence, Cohen scratched his head in embarrassment, but ultimately did not leave.

If you want to repair his broken equipment, money is actually a bit tight.

——

When the four people walked out of the underground cemetery and stood in the sunshine again, several people who had been standing in the distance for a long time immediately approached them.

The three witchers looked at each other.

They all know that the last and most important step of this task is coming——

The employer ensures confidentiality, and the witcher gets paid.

"Wait a minute, didn't you notice that we are missing someone?"

Gede walked around, but found that he could not find the magic barber doctor, so he turned to ask Lan En.

"Who knows?"

The young man shrugged as if he didn't care.

"He's a magician, you know? It's normal to be mysterious. Who knows where he will go."

Gerd thought about it and found that it was indeed the case. People who practice magic usually don't explain much to the witcher.

So he quickly forgot about Regis' whereabouts.

"Gentlemen"

A man in an exquisitely embroidered doublet and tight trousers approached, followed by four soldiers in full plate armour.

"How is your work going?"

The delicate man in charge of the negotiations lowered his lips and tightened his nose. It was obvious that he was not used to the smell of the three demon hunters coming out of the mud of the tomb and the blood of monsters.

But what's better is that although he can't stand it, he only shows some physical discomfort, but no feelings of contempt or disgust.

This attitude is quite good for a demon hunter who has been struggling for a long time.

"It's been cleaned up."

Lan En took the initiative to stand up and started to connect tasks with the other party.

"There is also the body of a big guy under the mausoleum. It dug through the outer wall of the mausoleum and is connected to an underground river. I suggest you send a construction team down to fill the hole."

"Ah, just kill all the monsters." The man's face showed an expression of relief, and then returned to normal.

"The rest of the things are easy to handle. Let's invite the three of us to come with us and prepare to enter the palace and collect the bounty."

There was nothing wrong with what he said, but the three demon hunters took a brief look at the four soldiers in full plate armor behind the man.

Although they did not make any offensive changes in their positions, they had silently tightened the handles of their halberds and swords, and the breathing under their helmets also sounded a little nervous.

If you refuse this invitation, the atmosphere will become less friendly.

The scene became somewhat silent for a moment.

Lan En looked at the five people opposite with a smile.

At first, the delicate man could still look at him, but after a while, the soldiers in full plate armor behind him began to move their bodies slightly uneasily.

They opened and closed their palms uncomfortably, and twisted their necks. The armor components and buckles on their bodies made tiny clashing sounds of steel under these movements.

Gradually, the delicate man's face began to sweat, and even his standard smile could hardly be maintained.

"Ah."

Suddenly, Lan En let out a chuckle first.

For the four soldiers on the opposite side, the small crackling noises on their armor suddenly grew louder with this chuckle.

"Then let's go."

"The Cintra royal family is reputable, and I don't think they would embarrass a few demon hunters for a few hundred crowns."

The delicate man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and laughed dryly.

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