Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 576 577.Haktho

The young man's voice was capable and concise, which reminded people of military style in the first impression.

As the ones who brought back the horses, Geralt and Lan headed that way.

Sure enough, Lan En saw a Cintra knight at first sight.

He was wearing full-body plate armor that should have been bright and bright, but was now very dull.

There is no doubt that this plate armor has experienced the baptism from 'decoration' to 'war tool'.

The small coat of arms of the Lion of Sintra hangs on the left chest of the plate armor, which is the only bright spot on the armor.

A young man with mostly brown hair and a small part of blond hair was wearing this armor and standing in front of the group of horses, stopping the butcher in the refugee group from working.

It can be vaguely seen from the facial features that this person is indeed related to the Cintra royal family manager whom Lan En once met.

"This is Stuart Lynn, the son of Haxo Lynn. He is eighteen years old this year and has become a knight of Calanthe. It is said."

Dandelion whispered with his head next to Lann's arm, as tall as he could get.

"It's just that it is said that such a young and talented man has nothing to do with his father's convenience in using his position in the court."

There was a teasing smile on the poet's face.

He had a good impression of Harksall and his son, and in this era, it was normal for a son to rise to the top in a fair and just way with the power of his father.

But poets are born with a fondness for satire, and this is probably a problem they will never change in their lifetime.

Lan En glanced down at him: "Aren't you afraid that this guy will cause you some trouble?"

The poet smiled nonchalantly: "He has no time to care about the gossip flying around him now. He only wants to rush out of Sintra. You will know if you come into contact with him."

Geralt was the one who handed the horses to the butcher. He stood up naturally at this time and faced Stewart with a frown.

"Can't you see how many people here are about to die because there is no food in their bodies to generate heat, Lord Knight?"

Ciri followed Geralt, but Lan En noticed that the knight of Cintra, who was personally canonized by Ciri's grandmother, only glanced at the little girl's face at first and stopped looking at it again.

It seemed like she was just an ordinary little refugee girl.

"Dear Witcher."

As if he didn't hear Geralt's sarcasm about his identity at all, the young man with mixed black and gold hair responded to Geralt without any change in his expression.

Calm and non-negotiable.

"We must prioritize improving the combat effectiveness of our soldiers. These war horses are the most effective resource. This is a more efficient and long-term approach than letting refugees who cannot fight be eaten."

"Yes. Distribute the war horses to the soldiers, and then let many people here starve to death and die of cold. But it doesn't matter. After all, in the long run, these things are always inevitable, right?"

When Geralt says something like this with his dead face, few people can help but get angry, which is one of his talents.

But Stewart still didn't waver at all.

"Then if these horses are given to the refugees, will there be good results? The meat they eat tonight will give them calories and make them relatively comfortable for the night, but what happens next?"

This knight, who was younger than Lan En, did not move, but his tone had already suppressed Geralt.

"Then we met a small band of Nilfgaardian troops, scouts. And then, better results: we were victorious again with the same luck as before. So without these cavalry, we should have been able to take care of the people Whose death is it?"

"And what if it goes bad? What if we lose?"

"We used all our strength, me and my few cavalry, soldiers, and a few demon hunters. You know how many people we can deal with. A small Nilfgaardian force of two hundred people can kill us all! Get there At that time, the Nilfgaardians will not care whether they are refugees or remnants of soldiers, no one will survive."

The argument between the witcher and the knight attracted the attention of some people around the refugee group.

Some of them looked at Geralt expectantly, and at the horses that exhaled hot white breath from their nostrils.

Others, after struggling for a while, chose to turn their heads and no longer look at these tempting 'flesh'.

Eyes have power, and the eyes of many people carry even more weight.

Making a choice under so many eyes requires not only logical judgment, but also a big heart.

Geralt, who was cold on the outside and sensitive on the inside, undoubtedly felt uncomfortable now.

Until a broad palm covered his entire shoulder.

It's Lan En.

The tall figure behind him looked down at Geralt with persuasive eyes: "That's it."

Based on Lan En's understanding of Geralt, he is actually not a person who would stand out at this time.

It was just because of the wariness in his heart towards Harksall and his son that he acted abnormally.

As a demon hunter who has been on the mainland for decades, Geralt has seen many wars.

Therefore, he should know that in chaotic situations, it is absolutely correct to give priority to those with fighting ability.

This is cruel, but very realistic.

Even if the refugees in the refugee group continue to starve to death, the soldiers and horses must be fed.

Because if the soldiers failed when facing the Nilfgaardians, then the refugees would not even have the chance to slowly starve to death while waiting for a chance to turn around, and would only be executed within a day.

The small uproar that had briefly risen was slowly dying down.

At the end of the commotion, Haxo Linn, an acquaintance of the witchers, the leader of the refugee group, and the former steward of the Cintra royal family, also walked out from behind Stewart.

There was no difference between him and Lan En when they first met.

The sideburns and beard are so delicate that even the nose hair is trimmed cleanly. Although the clothes on his body are shabby and stained, they have still been tidied up with great effort.

His rigorous and self-respecting attitude was as if he was still the steward of the palace.

Except for one thing.

In his hand was a heavy steel scepter.

Lan En has seen this thing before, in the mayor's office of Sintra City. It represents the power granted by the royal family to the mayor to manage the city.

"What's wrong, everyone? The atmosphere seems a bit tense?"

Haxor walked between Geralt and Stewart with a smile and greeted both sides.

"It's nothing, father." Stewart replied calmly, "I had some differences with the witcher just now, but we have settled it now."

"Really? That's great! The current situation is difficult, and we, a group of refugees who are trying to survive in the cracks, can't start a fire in our nest again."

Haxo smiled like a peacemaker.

His eyes turned around, then suddenly lit up.

"Ah! This is not"

Haxo's passionate call was interrupted by Gede who took a step forward.

Gede made a gesture of introduction: "This is Bordon, my companion of the school. Come and help me after hearing the news."

Haxo's smile froze at first, but then returned to normal.

"Cintra would be extremely grateful to anyone who can help during this time of crisis."

As if he had never seen Lan En before, he enthusiastically went up and shook hands with his head raised.

Lan En seemed to have gotten to know this acquaintance again.

After looking up and down for a while, he shook Haxo's outstretched hand.

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