Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 577 578. A mixed bag

Haxo gave Lan En a different feeling.

When they met for the first time in the city of Sintra, in his eyes, the palace steward was still a person who dressed exquisitely, pursued etiquette, and was very easy to let his mind wander.

Simply put: a steward who is not hard to reach.

But now, looking at those smiling eyes, Lan En felt a chill from the bottom of his heart.

This guy is a bit dangerous.

The badge didn't vibrate, and his body didn't change at all, so this feeling of 'danger' was not caused by strength.

But thoughts.

There was no time for Lan En to continue observing. After a simple shake of hands, Haxo turned around and walked towards the back with a smile.

"Everyone, please come with me. We still have to discuss how to go next. The road is going to be very difficult."

As he spoke, his figure disappeared into the dark shadows of the woods.

Beside him, a half-grown young man who looked like a knight's squire was writing and drawing on a notepad with a quill, like Haxo's note-keeper, who wanted to record his every word and deed. Come down.

Hackthal's son, Stuart, and his sergeants were the first to follow him into the shadows.

"If you ask me, these nobles' persistence in style will never be lost until the day the world is destroyed, right?"

Dandelion leaned on a tree trunk with all its leaves and said sarcastically.

"Even at this level, our Wang family manager still kept a recordkeeper for himself. He probably wanted to record all his deeds during this difficult period and keep it as a biography. Hey, there is no way. Who can take it? How come so many people are moving forward?”

The poet waved his hands, then huddled up next to the roots of the tree and began to rest.

Although he was with the witchers, he neither wanted to go to a discussion like this, which was somewhat like a military meeting, nor was anyone asking him to go.

At Geralt's urging, Ciri and Dandelion leaned together to keep each other warm.

Bai Lang now wished that the little girl would not attract any more attention. It would be best if everyone could forget her existence for the next moment.

The claim of the Princess of Sintra is indeed of great importance and involves a wide range of things.

Lan En took out a blanket from the alchemical leather bag and put it on both of them with the little girl's grateful eyes.

And even a mere blanket is a good thing in this war-torn world.

Then the three demon hunters, as important combat forces, also followed to discuss matters.

There are living tools such as tents and pots and pans in this place.

After all, it is a refugee group of several hundred people, and it cannot be as crude as a single person surviving.

When it's time to eat, at least these pots and pans will keep your mouth warm.

Haxor, his sons and soldiers, and the witcher all had tents.

Dandelion and Ciri rested outside just to catch their breath.

There were already many people in the tent, some with glasses, some with sabers, some with turbans, scholars, businessmen, mercenaries, and sergeants. It was inevitable that the refugee group would be mixed.

The sudden and rapidly developing war situation has obviously swept through everyone in the country of Sintra, from all walks of life and from all walks of life.

All the knowledgeable and resourceful people in the refugee group are gathered here.

As soon as the three demon hunters came in, the entire space in the tent became a lot more crowded.

The medium-weight armor of the Wolf School is okay, the heavy armor of the Bear School is really burly, and Lan En is even more burly at the superhuman level.

"We need to send out scouts quickly to take a look at the border."

As soon as the witchers came in, they heard Stewart's voice.

The knight, who was younger than Lan En, pointed at the map on the table and said decisively.

"We don't have a military situation, folks."

"We don't know who the Nilfgaardians are entangled with nearby, where their camp is stationed, and where the next battle is most likely to take place. It's very fast to rush straight to the border without hesitation, but He will die just as quickly."

The truth and logic make sense, but for a group of refugees, this is still difficult to accept.

"So in order to avoid the Nilfgaardians, we have to send scouts to get close to the Nilfgaardians first!?"

A guy who seemed to be a businessman who could barely maintain his dignity opened his eyes wide and asked questions.

"What's the difference between this and 'We are afraid of death, so we won't be afraid if we die first'?"

"The difference is that you don't have to die!"

Stewart turned around suddenly, looking at the businessman with a face that was too calm for his age, causing him to choke on his words in an instant.

"The ones who died are my soldiers! They will ride on fast horses and go out to explore without any marks. If they encounter Nilfgaardians, they will die! If they don't encounter them, they will come back alive and report the route! Do you understand?"

So the businessman reluctantly opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

There was a "bang" sound, which was the muffled sound of a heavy steel scepter hitting the ground.

Haxo made this sound with the scepter of the Mayor of Cintra, while the scribe beside him wrote furiously from the beginning and never stopped.

"so."

The former royal steward nodded to the demon hunters with a smile, as if he didn't even hear the bloody taste of this plan in his son's mouth.

"Thanks to the more than twenty new horses brought by the master demon hunters, we have a lot more cavalry, so we can consider this method."

The witchers nodded in response.

Lan En's size didn't cause much trouble here, because the people here had already devoted themselves wholeheartedly to the matter of 'survival'.

What's more, the demon hunters are a mysterious and rare group, and the abrupt body shape seems to many people to be quite consistent with their status.

Immediately afterwards, Haxo turned his head and faced the businessman who asked the question again.

"Mr. Hilton, the next plan has been made clear, so I won't hide it anymore."

"I invite you here this time because I want you to take out all the supplies in your caravan. The caravan's guards also participate in our daily security work."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the entire tent suddenly became solid.

The stiffness on Hilton's face instantly turned into fierceness.

"What do you mean, my lord?"

He respectfully shouted 'Sir', but his eyes had already begun to scan Haxo's unarmored body, and his hands were retracted into the wide cuffs.

No one doubted that there would be a sharp dagger in that sleeve.

Lan En also noticed that a guy dressed as a mercenary present was also moving his hands like spiders, quietly crawling from his body to the hilt of the sword at his waist.

A group of refugees who are very likely to be hacked to death by the Nilfgaardians in the sunshine tomorrow are still struggling with the gain and loss of their goods, and a mercenary seems to be preparing to ask for help because the merchant can give more. The leader of the refugee group rebelled.

This may seem counterintuitive, but it actually makes sense.

After all, the world has not been destroyed yet. After all, this is just a war that affects several countries.

Money still circulates in the world and can be spent.

There are always many people who are willing to risk death for money.

Even now, it's no different.

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