Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 70 70. Huge support

"Are you scared?"

Lan En's dodge seemed to make the other party more excited.

The sorceress laughed so hard that Lan En could only see white flowers in front of her eyes.

"DUANG-DUANG-"

"Mentos, no need for dubbing at this time!"

"Sir, this is the subconscious voice in your head, I'm just playing it back."

"Anyway, stop!"

"Okay, sir."

The gorgeous and charming sorceress smiled for a while, then raised her eyebrows and asked Lan En.

"You're not really as big as you look, are you, little witcher? I remember that you guys also have a long lifespan."

Lan En pressed down the roaring bear head necklace that made a clanking sound on his chest and said nothing.

".Are you really a teenager?!"

This time it was Margarita's turn to be stunned.

East Asia's face is already tender, and Lan En has not left any scars on his face since his debut. In Margarita's opinion, it is good to be sixteen years old.

But after Margarita was stunned, the smile on her face became even more "malicious".

A teenager who just started teaching, no. Judging from his knowledge base, a demon hunter who hadn't even reached the point of departure could already defeat a camp of fifty people head-on!

Although no one in the camp was wearing armor, who could even say a word about this combat power?

Regardless of potential, fighting ability, personality or age, Margarita's interest in Lan En has been greatly increased.

"Ma'am, it seems that your injuries are gone."

"Call me Rita." Before Lan En could finish his greeting, the sorceress interrupted him.

Facing the witcher's astonishment, Margarita put her hands on the armrests of her wheelchair and smiled lightly with her chin on her head.

"You saved me and we are now friends, Lan. Close friends would call me Rita."

"So, Rita."

Lan En was just not used to such aggressive gazes, but if he wanted to slowly get closer to a real-life beauty who would have to spend at least several thousand dollars to take photos of her, no man in the world would refuse.

So the young man asked the question that had been lingering in his heart for a long time.

"How on earth did you get caught by those people?"

Lan En was puzzled.

He thought there was a terrible archmage in the camp.

But with the will to "take people out even if they die", regardless of fighting all the way to the end, there is not even a person in the camp of armed thugs who can set off fireballs.

It is completely unimaginable how Margarita could be tortured into such a miserable state.

Margarita didn't have the slightest grudge against her miserable situation.

"I told you, Lan En. You lack common sense on how to deal with warlocks."

Facing the exploratory gaze of the young man, the sorceress felt like she was teaching a student.

"The release of magic requires concentration, not concentration in the general concept, but very, very strict concentration."

Hold up a finger.

"For example, sprained feet or hiccups during spell casting can cause the spell to fail or cause unpredictable changes."

"Before releasing the spell, even if the warlock is only in a state of diarrhea, his spell will most likely not be of concern. If it is severe colic like acute gastroenteritis, the spell will not be released."

"So, Lan"

The sorceress spread her hands, and a wider area of ​​white skin appeared on her already open neckline, which made the young man couldn't help but nod.

"Even a powerful sorceress, if she is knocked unconscious by a few impromptu villains with slings while walking on the road, and wakes up to find that she has lost several kilograms of flesh, do you think she will still be able to survive?" Can you cast spells?"

"Understood." Lan En nodded.

From the looks of it, Warlock is quite fragile.

After all, their tolerance and resistance to toxicity are similar to ordinary people.

Even eating a croton will cause you to have diarrhea, which is incomparable to a demon hunter who pours poison into his stomach as a buff.

In this cold world, young people feel a touch of warmth in their professional intensity after a long absence.

"What are your plans next, Lan?"

Margarita asked.

"You seem to be very anxious to deal with the toxins and take good care of your body. Is there anything else you need to do?"

At this point, Lan En's youthful sense of ease disappeared instantly!

The cat's eyes were cold, and the palms that were originally resting on the velvet quilt suddenly clenched.

"Ah"

"The accounts of those traffickers haven't been settled yet."

It was obviously a straightforward tone, but after Lan En finished speaking, Margarita felt that the room was a few degrees colder out of thin air.

"Isn't it over yet? The news about the abduction and cannibalism case is probably still on the way to the crow's nest. I was unconscious at the time and didn't care about anything. Did someone escape?"

"It's not like 'someone' escaped." Lan En shook his head.

"The biggest fish wasn't caught at all!"

"The head-eater took more than 20 children directly onto the cargo ship."

"The reason I sent you here this time is not just for detoxification and recuperation. I saved you, Rita. Aretuza College owes me a favor. I want to use this favor to ask for something from you, and then find the head-eater and put it to death." He and his buyers were slaughtered."

The sorceress looked at Serious Lan En with interest.

That night in the camp, she had fully understood the witcher's will.

She admired the variant expression of "chivalry" in this man.

"There is no need for Aretuza's favor, little demon hunter. My injuries, as well as the life of my student, are also debts that the college needs to collect."

"If it's you, then I would like to ask you to become the 'debt collector' of the college. We have a quota of 1,000 oren for the entire college. You can use it as you need."

Margarita waved her hand grandly and handed over the right to use a huge amount of funds to Lan En.

The most famous witch hunting commission in Temeria - to lift the princess's curse - only gave the witcher involved 3,000 Oren coins.

I heard that the senior demon hunter was called "White Wolf" or "Butcher".

The wheelchair turned, and Margarita was ready to leave.

"Your equipment is in the storage box next to the bed. If you need anything, you can contact me directly. Take good care of yourself quickly."

Walking to the door, the blonde beauty looked back and smiled.

"Then let the hunt begin, little witcher."

The door is closed.

The wheelchair continued to slide forward, and at Lan En's door, the old-fashioned sorceress walked beside the wheelchair.

"Are you interested in that demon hunter? That's good, much better than ordinary people. If nothing else happens, he can stay with you for at least a few hundred years."

Compared with Margarita, the old-fashioned sorceress's dress can be called conservative.

But the collar on the chest is still wide open on ordinary people, even aristocratic women.

"Revenge is necessary and necessary, but Rita, you have more important things to consider and you know what I'm talking about."

"Yes, Tissaya, yes." Margarita responded distressedly.

In addition to her powerful magic power, she is actually not interested in the political games that sorcerers are keen on.

It can be called an outlier among warlocks.

"The situation in the south and north is becoming increasingly unstable now, so you want me to become the dean. With two dean-level warlocks, Aretuza's position will be more stable."

The sorceress, who prefers simple pleasure to fighting for power, said distressedly, with a bit of complaint in her tone.

Tissaya ignored this little sentiment.

"You were taught by me, and I know your abilities. Your magic power is much higher than that of people like Philippa, Triss, and Keira who are addicted to political games. I don't like politics either, but you must Clear, Rita”

Tissaya looked into her student's eyes, her delicate face as calm as the surface of a lake.

"We must protect Arethusa and protect the legacy of magic."

"For this reason, you must quickly deal with the accident in which you appeared outside the academy with injuries. This has brought a huge blow to the prestige of the academy. The dean-level warlock was deboned, and this will even affect the entire warlock group. of prestige.”

"When you become the dean, you are supposed to bring a deterrent effect to the college!"

After saying that, the old-fashioned archmage ignored the student's embarrassed expression and continued to give suggestions.

"You are very optimistic about that demon hunter. He is indeed good. He is outstanding among warriors."

"In that case, let's relax the limit of 1,000 orens to 1,500. Put the academy's mark on him, your mark."

Tissaya reached out and straightened Margarita's collar so that it was symmetrical.

"Maybe, we can get an academy hunter."

Only now do I know that my cousin’s English cram school is running quite well, and he has already paid the down payment for buying a house. But that's what makes it even more difficult. Two old people and his widow have to raise two children, plus the subsequent mortgage payment.

When I arrived at his house, the two children were still happy that they didn't have to go to school.

They don't even understand what's going on in their lives.