Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 780 762. Intelligence chief

"Gudu~ha!"

Sitting in the tavern, Lan En smiled calmly and watched Taller, who was sitting at the bar with him, gulping down a glass of cold Rivia cherry beer.

He turned to look at the hotel owner who had stored his things for him several times.

The boss's current attire is much richer than his previous attire, which was covered in age-stained oil and sweat stains.

He wore a crisp puff-sleeved tights and even accessorized himself with a black silk vest and bow tie.

Although the service is still lame, it deserves to be positioned as a village tavern. But the wine stored in the wine cabinet behind him is completely comparable to the tavern in the distant city of Vizima.

For example, this cup of Livia Cherry Beer, which is still chilly in early summer, would probably be frosty on the outside if it were placed in a glass.

Without a mage to use magic to cool down, this condition is not easy to achieve.

"It seems you have a lot of new goods here?"

Lan En asked with a smile on his boss.

The hotel owner, on the other hand, said excitedly with even more enthusiasm than before.

"Thanks to you! If you hadn't driven away the black dog of Nilfgaard, who would be in the mood to drink well now? We would have to save money to deal with the trouble."

"No problem, I'll treat you to whatever you want to drink today!"

"Anything new? Something stronger."

"Redania herbal wine has a unique herbal bitterness. It is a serious high-altitude wine and can be used in alchemy."

Lan En nodded indifferently: "Then have a drink, beer."

"Put it in a beer cup!" Before Lan En could finish speaking, the boss quickly started to move. "I understand, we are acquaintances, sir."

But after the wine glasses were served, the boss did not stay here to say a few more words. Instead, he consciously walked to the other end of the bar.

"Now I'm a little doubtful whether you are engaged in intelligence."

Lan En took a sip of the Redanian herbal wine in the cup in his hand. This stuff did have a bitter herbal taste, which Lan En couldn't quite appreciate. He still liked drinking it with a little sweetness.

"If this tavern only opened in the village, it wouldn't be able to recoup its costs, and it won't."

The witcher raised the extra-large cup in his hand and nodded to the extra-large stool under his butt.

"Installing this special specification of furniture."

Lan En raised his eyebrows at Taller: "That's a bit too abnormal."

"But that's the biggest decision I can make at the hands of those sons of bitches, Master."

Taller pouted, pinched a piece of cheese from the side dish in front of him and put it in his mouth.

This matter has to start after the Battle of Soden Mountain is over.

After Lan En showed his power to single-handedly determine the entire war situation, the first headache was the bureaucracies of various countries.

Bureaucracies are basically synonymous with being conservative, seeking stability, and resisting change. They have never encountered such a situation.

Although Arzu and Pure White Rafael were also arrogant back then, they were still within the framework of the Wizarding Association.

How to treat them, the bureaucrats only need to follow the specifications and rules of the wizarding society.

But a witcher?

When did bureaucrats pay attention to such a marginalized and rare group?

If this was an army, the bureaucrats could still manage to come up with a contact strategy.

But this is a person.

A man who could single-handedly defeat Nilfgaard's army on the battlefield.

At that time, the number of participants in the war was estimated to be about 110,000.

And those who were directly killed by Lan En and his knights would have gone for ten thousand at least.

Among them, the famous Duke of Nilfgaard - Adal Aip Darcy, as a very conspicuous footnote, he and his mixed division remained in the first row of results.

The kingdom's bureaucracy simply didn't know how to contact him and how to turn this unprecedented force into its own political power, bargaining chip, and friend.

So what they were happy to see was that after the parliament and meetings were running around in circles, and the members were yelling at each other for a long time, they finally came up with a countermeasure.

This countermeasure, as always, doesn't look normal.

After all, this kind of thing is usually the product of various forces fighting each other, finally finding their own bottom line, and then compromising with each other.

Therefore, it is even very different from the ‘common sense’ in the eyes of ordinary people.

"So what can I do, Master?"

Taller curled his lips and spread his hands.

"The stupid parliament made a request to me, and the king also made a request to me. Although we have our own way of doing intelligence, we have to take care of it when the superiors give orders. There is no way."

"Just hearing about your achievements on the battlefield makes me want to piss myself. It's just a fool who got into trouble with you and tricked you. It's not like my brain has been tricked by a bully!"

That's why there is such a fragmented situation in this village.

On the other hand, the intelligence officers were following the requirements to integrate into the villagers and hide in the dark. But on the other hand, Taller used various financial means to inject capital into this village tavern and make it look super-standard.

This is indeed a very real workplace situation: after the superiors fought with each other, they compromised and issued strange orders. In order to complete the task below, they had to use more strange ways to balance the above rules and achieve the goals.

"It sounds like you're used to this kind of trouble."

Lan En kept drinking this glass of wine that he didn't like very much, and said casually to Taller.

The intelligence chief nodded with the same casual tone.

"Nothing. Isn't that what work is all about? And those who work in intelligence are special in nature, and they have to be subject to extra strict restrictions. If I'm not used to it, can I still do it? I've been stabbed in the kidney and thrown into the pit a long time ago."

"Tsk." Lan En smacked his lips and glanced sideways down at Taller. "Can't you speak without using curse words?"

"No way, it's been like this since childhood. If you can't stand it, there's nothing I can do about it."

".Okay, no fucking dwarf has a bad mouth."

Taller made Lan En even spit out a curse word.

But there was nothing Lan En could do. He couldn't just behead someone because of their habitual oral habits, right?

"Anyway, my strategy for contacting you is to be above board."

Taller took another sip as he spoke.

"Those congressmen who don't have trolls in their heads have simply read too much of the small talk books, and all they saw were the model paintings of big butts and big breasts. They even 'secretly collect intelligence'... Ha, ugh."

At the end of the sentence, Taller grunted, tilted his head and spat on the floor.

"I wouldn't object to you being 'above and above board'. But at the end of the day, what kind of information do you want to collect?"

Lan En waited for him to finish complaining, and then he finally took the wine glass and looked at Taller out of the corner of his eye and asked.