Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 601 603. Delivery

Sixty warriors followed the witcher out of the camp with their bows and arrows cocked and their swords unsheathed.

Before they had gone far, they heard cheers erupting from the camp behind them.

The refugees once again celebrated that they were one step closer to a stable and peaceful life and that they were getting rid of a security risk.

Xili gritted her teeth and angrily beat everything passing by with dead branches picked up from the ground.

Dandelion rarely made a wisecrack on the road.

The witchers seemed to have long been accustomed to being chased away in disgust after saving people, so Geralt and Gerd looked indifferent.

There were only silent footsteps around, crunching on dead branches and leaves. There was also the sound of Ciri beating tree trunks and shrubs with dead branches.

No one was in the mood to care about time, so they walked in silence until the sky turned fish-belly white.

"We've been walking for at least four hours."

Dandelion suddenly said coldly.

"I think that's enough, right? At least four hours! You, the 'great', 'heroic', 'fearless and brave' Sintra warriors, should go back and join the people you are sworn to defend to the death."

"Let's be honest, now I would rather meet the large group of Nilfgaardian pursuers you are talking about than look at you again."

"It would be better for me to have the Nilfgaardians kill me than to stay with you guys from Cintra!"

"Don't talk like that about the people of Cintra!" Ciri screamed.

"I don't admit it! I don't admit that they are from Cintra! We are not so shameless! So despicable!"

"Grandma Calanthe and those who finally committed suicide in Sintra are the real Sintra people!"

The singing and harmony of the two people, one big and one small, is obviously quite lethal in terms of ridicule.

Lan En was listening and felt that if he were from Cintra, he would probably be furious by now.

However, among the sixty warriors walking around the demon hunters, they remained silent and just bowed their heads deeper.

The weapon in his hand was squeezed tighter by his palm.

The three demon hunters frowned almost at the same time, sensing something was wrong.

Leaving aside the refugees in Sintra, they have already been frightened into quail by the cruelty of the war.

But this group of warriors were still fighting bloody battles with the Nilfgaardian army at dusk yesterday.

Now everyone is injured, and blood is still seeping under the bandages!

Such people are not bloodless.

Even if they felt guilty for expelling the witchers, it was certainly not the case that no one would speak out.

"Click"

Lan En's boots crushed the dead leaves and stopped in place.

As soon as he stopped, the entire team stopped immediately.

The sound of metal clashing caused by the armor suddenly coming to rest from a moving state was endless.

But the sixty soldiers around him still lowered their heads and no one spoke.

An unpleasant feeling suddenly appeared in Lan En's heart.

"Who is your team leader? Let him speak out. If Stuart doesn't follow, he should have appointed a team leader for you, right?"

No one spoke, no one stood up.

It was as if these sixty warriors had been cast under a spell.

Their eyes wandered and their faces turned sideways, subconsciously avoiding meeting Lan En's pursuing eyes.

Xili, whose face was originally red with anger, now blinked and was confused. Dandelion's face stiffened.

"Okay, okay!"

The poet seemed to have thought of some vicious inspiration from his previous dramatic works in an instant, stuttering and shouting.

"Are you using us as bait? Drive us out and let us lure the Nilfgaardian pursuers?!"

Among the soldiers who had remained silent during the previous sarcasm, there was a voice that suddenly seemed to be irritated by these words and retorted loudly.

"No! We didn't!"

Lan En's eyes lit up and he walked towards the direction of the voice.

These soldiers wanted to stand in front of him and stop him, but Lan En pushed them aside like they were sending children away.

Finally, Lan En caught a warrior who was slightly shorter than the others.

"What do you mean?"

Lan En looked down at him with burning eyes.

The short warrior stiffened slightly, then took off his helmet with a sigh of relief.

"Four hours should be enough."

He murmured under his breath.

He raised his head, and Lan En's expression suddenly stiffened.

This is a half-grown child.

But age is no longer a concern in this war-torn land. What’s more noteworthy is that——

He is the little scribe who has been following Haxo, holding a big notebook and taking notes non-stop!

Geralt and Gerd, who were standing nearby and watching, now widened their eyes and came closer.

Hacksaw's little clerk seems to be named Lincoln?

Ever since he took off his full-face helmet, his expression could be seen by everyone.

It was not the fear and shrinking caused by someone like Lan En who could crush him to death with just a handshake, but a kind of extraordinarily desolate and sorrowful feeling.

He seemed to regard speaking under Lan En's gaze as a task, and spoke in a precise manner.

"Now, we have left the camp for four hours. In view of the ample time and distance, and the respected Master Lan En has noticed the abnormality, I will deliver a commission to you here."

As he spoke, he sniffed and sounded a little childish.

He solemnly and solemnly took out the large tome he had been holding in his hand from the backpack on his back.

Lifting his hands towards Lan En.

At this moment, it seemed that he finally couldn't hold it back any longer. Tears welled up from his eyes, leaving conspicuous marks on his dusty face.

Lan En looked at the tome with flickering eyes. His expression was not calm. It was obvious that he had already made a guess in his heart, but he was not willing to believe it.

He hesitated with his outstretched hand, then finally landed on it and picked it up.

This notebook, which required both hands to hold in Lincoln's hands, was like a normal-sized book in his hands.

Open this big notepad.

"This was the first day that the Nilfgaardians broke through the outer wall of the city of Sintra. In the day after the city wall fell, fires were set off in three areas including the Oak Area and the Wine Barrel Area, with the death toll reaching..."

"On the second day after the city wall fell, the Nilfgaardians began to besiege the palace. At the same time, they began executions on the other side of the palace moat. According to what I saw with my own eyes, Haxo Linn, the steward of the royal family of Cintra, among them Seventy percent of those executed are unarmed civilians. If given the opportunity and necessary, I am willing to swear an oath in front of the statue of the Meritelli Temple for all the words I have said."

Continuously turning back, Lan En's reading speed was used to the extreme at this moment.

He roughly read the entire tome in less than ten seconds.

The content here is not, as Dandelion guessed, an autobiography written by Haxor to praise himself.

Rather, it is a record of what the Nilfgaardians did on the land of Cintra, recorded from Haxor's perspective!