Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 786 768. Drama

In the end, Lan En used the excuse of 'temporary truce' to take back the flannel ball, who was alone in the secret stronghold, sorting out his small baggage during dinner.

The kitten looked around, lying on Lan En's shoulder, and walked into Aretuza Academy.

Velvet Ball has lived in the New World since he was a child. The most people he has visited, and the most decorative places are just star strongholds.

However, the star stronghold built with practicality and the rugged style of the hunters cannot compare to the sorcerers' academies in terms of refinement, luxury, and comfort.

The highest institutions of learning built by this group of people with high social status, high economic income, and prevalent hedonism are definitely second to none in terms of extravagance and luxury.

The flannel ball shrank his head a little timidly as he looked at it.

After Lan En chose a deserted corridor and walked to the dinner room, Mao Mao became even more nervous.

On the long table in the room, exquisite gold and silver tableware were shining in the ambiguous candlelight.

Even the relief on the mahogany chair is so delicate that it depicts the character's beard.

The food on the plate is even more exquisitely presented, something I have never seen before when eating and drinking in the New World.

The velvet ball was placed on a small chair by Lan En, and it couldn't help but 'meow' in a low voice.

But Lan En sat down next to it, reached out and patted its little head.

"Don't be intimidated. These things are just fun to look at."

Lan En said with a nonchalant smile.

"You'll know after you try it."

The main dish was braised sea conger eels. Lan En served a bowl to the flannel ball. The kitten tentatively stuck out its tongue and licked it, then looked puzzled.

"It seems...the taste, no. It feels so bland, nya?"

"That's it." Lan En shrugged and put an arm on the back of the chair and said casually.

"The chef has mastered the taste very well, but the vitality of this sea fish is not as good as a special shiitake mushroom from the ancient tree forest, so your body will 'feel' bland."

"If a herbivorous dragon that can be seen everywhere in the New World were brought here, it would basically cost more than this room."

"So it stands to reason that the dusty caravans in the Star Stronghold that use a lot of monster materials are regarded as luxury goods by the people here."

"It's just that each of them has different valuable things. There's nothing to be embarrassed about."

Fluffy Ball nodded thoughtfully: "Then I understand, meow."

The kitten has always been optimistic, so he threw away the nervousness he felt when he first arrived, and began to eat and drink as relaxedly as he did in the new world.

After letting the flannel ball relax, Lan En sat upright and looked at the other side of the dining table.

"It seems you are recovering well?"

"Thanks to you for getting me here in time, and to the new technology you developed."

That voice has the charm of a mature woman, but also has the liveliness of a young girl.

Triss Merigold was sitting opposite Lan En.

The embarrassment she felt before Lan En left last time has disappeared without a trace.

The skin that was burned over a large area has been perfectly repaired during skin grafting surgery.

Because the crystal culture technology uses her own somatic cells, the cultured skin does not even have a rejection reaction.

Magical elixirs and techniques ensured that not a single trace of the surgery was left on her body.

At this time, she was wearing a low-cut malachite-colored silk dress with a large opening.

The skin exposed from that opening was delicate and smooth.

The iconic burgundy hair was reflected into a passionate fiery red under the dim candlelight.

But what was even more passionate than that passionate hair was the pair of eyes that stared directly at Lan En.

The witcher always felt that this woman's eyes were different from before. She seemed a little too aggressive.

With a "crunch", Lan En turned his head and looked at the position beside him.

This rough sound of the chair rubbing against the ground should never appear on this kind of dining table.

But if the current dean of the college is making the noise, what does he have to say?

Margarita adjusted her sitting position with a smile on her face, leaned forward, and looked at Triss in a posture that was very 'oppressive' in all aspects.

"So, you have been recovering from that flesh wound for several months, Triss. Yennefer adjusted to her new eyes two months ago and returned to Aedirn."

"The aftermath of the war must still be bothering your king. Foltest cannot do without the magical advisors around him at this time, right? Especially the [Fourteenth Man on the Hill]."

"Yes." Triss choked out without giving in to Margarita's words.

"But Foltest just asked Keira to inform me not long ago. Because I am the [Fourteenth Person on the Hill], I have worked hard and have a good reputation. So now this reputation is more important than the task of magic consultant." .”

"He asked me to stay at my alma mater and take a rest."

Although her tone is still charming and lively, she looks very sweet.

But because she repeated the title that Margarita said with emphasis, the last sentence was basically word for word.

So Lan En can still feel it, this is the 'choking sound'.

Triss's blue eyes reluctantly moved away from Lan En across the table, then narrowed her eyes and moved to Margarita.

very good.

Lan En felt numb now.

He had just comforted the slightly nervous flannel ball, but now it was his turn to become restless.

The Emperor's Son's keen emotional awareness made him want to go back to his secret cave and huddle in a corner to eat black bread.

For a long time, Lan En had forgotten a little about the ease and sweetness Margarita had shown around him——

"A character so strong that it can be called ferocious" is the common impression people have of sorceresses, a group of pioneer women.

When these women fought for what they wanted or deserved, they were completely different from ordinary women in the Middle Ages.

"Ah, Tisaya. I just saw someone building the stone bridge on the upper level of Arethusa."

In this atmosphere that made him feel irritated all over, Lan En spoke to Tissaya who was slowly cutting a veal steak, trying to change the subject.

The stone bridge was supposed to be paved with black and white marbles staggered like a chess board.

Because although Aretuza had money before, it was difficult to get funding for a project that most warlocks didn't care much about.

So the warlocks used illusions to cover up the high-altitude stone bridge, which had holes everywhere. Only the black grid could stand on, and the appearance looked as beautiful as ever.

But unfortunately, the former dean did not tolerate Lan En at all.

"Cash from the Valyrian Steel Chamber of Commerce has begun to flow back, and the outside world has also injected a lot of capital into the academy during this period. It is not in vain."

End the topic with two clear and concise sentences. While Tissaya was cutting the meat with a silver table knife, she raised her eyes and looked at the two students on both sides of the table with interest.

"Quiet now, Lane. I'm enjoying the drama."

"I know you feel a little uncomfortable, but I'm sorry, you are part of the drama now. I really don't want to ruin this artistic moment."