Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 93 93.Berengar

"Don't, don't kill us. This place is so close to the trade area! If you kill us, you will definitely be in trouble!"

The gangster in his hand was trembling while turning his small head.

Lan En's fierce style of beating people up like rag dolls without saying a word made the little gangster feel like he might really be pressed to death at any time.

Although his reason told him that this place was very close to the trade area, if someone killed people here, Vizima's city defense troops and security forces would not give up.

But fear is something that is beyond the control of reason.

What's more, [Yaxi Dharma Seal] deepens this.

"Do the porters and unloaders near the city gate have a management organization? Whether it is official or unofficial."

"The king. The king's accountant only cares about taxes and doesn't care about anything else. The workers and coolies belong to our Snake Tooth Gang. We will take a fifth of every copper they earn."

Snake Tooth Gang? This name is so vulgar.

This vulgar name even made Lan En feel uncomfortable from the inside out, and he pinched his teeth.

"Who is in charge of your internal accounts, and where does he usually appear?"

"Jung. I only remember that he gave me money. I don't know who the gang's account is."

Under the hood, his long and beautiful eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.

Think about it, the accounts of a gang are the absolute core secrets.

So who is in charge of the accounts, it's not the low-class guys on the street who can know.

"Then let's talk about Jung, where will he be?"

"When he has money, he will go to the House of Night. It is the best brothel in Vizima! But you can't find him there now."

"Why?"

"It's still the accounts. Five days ago, all the accountants in the gang were picked up. Regardless of the size, they will have a big reconciliation."

This time, the brows under the hood were not slightly frowned, but frowned tightly.

Five days ago. If there was nothing fishy about this coincidental time, Lan En might as well go and say goodbye to Meritelli.

In other words, the human traffickers manage even the lowest-level coolie workers without any flaws?

How can this fucking national spy agency do this?

The further down the investigation goes, the more shocking the opponent's power becomes.

This is also the reason why in this world, the warlocks who have mastered extraordinary power have to negotiate amicably with the kings, or even submit to others.

Extraordinary power is limited.

Even if someone is as powerful as Arzu, the giant centipede he summons is enough to destroy half a city on the terrain!

But in the face of truly all-pervasive power and money, what really comes into play behind these two is human desire.

Mana seemed insignificant.

It's better to play with people's hearts than with magic.

This is the truth of this world.

But Lan En is not from this world, and he has also seen the terrifying extent that truly powerful power can reach.

So so far, the young witcher is not discouraged.

"Then give me the name of a worker, the name of the worker who does the most work and works most frequently."

Now that the management organization of the coolie workers has been taken care of, let’s simply lower our horizons a little further!

I'll go directly to the person who delivers the goods!

"B-Berengar. Like you, that guy doesn't like to look up at people. He lives in the temple area."

Under the hood, the thin lips showed a satisfactory arc.

A moment later, the tall and muscular cloaked man walked out of the alley. As he walked from the shadows into the sunlight, he subconsciously patted the corner of his clothes that were not dirty.

In the alley behind him, two stunned gangsters were piled on a puddle of vomit.

After the two of them woke up, they would only think that they had a quarrel with each other, and then they got emotional and had a fight in the alley.

The willpower of the gangsters in the two cities is far different from that of the bloody warriors.

Following the gangster's information, Lan En quickly found the target's house after twists and turns among the messy self-built houses.

But when he reached the door, the movement in the room made him stop with his lips pursed.

"Oh! My warrior! Oh!"

This is obviously a bachelor's house, but the bold voice inside now belongs to a woman.

"Mentos. Block it."

"Sir, I don't recommend you to do this. First of all, it will help overcome your shy mentality. Secondly, the physical quality of this worker is not simple just by listening to it. We should not throw away clues for the sake of emotion. "

At this moment, the biological intelligence brain, which had rarely even greeted anyone since he started devoting himself to the patching business, actually said a long paragraph by himself without saying hello.

Lan En looked expressionless under his hood.

"I hear it, it seems like you came up with the second reason?"

"Sir, you can't make unreasonable assumptions about a loyal Zhi Nao!"

Hey, I have to listen seriously.

The lady in the room has a good professional level, at least as far as "giving customers a sense of satisfaction with her voice".

Fortunately, the noise that made the young man want to snap his nails was over within two minutes.

A scantily clad lady put on the few pieces of fabric she had on her body. She couldn't wait to walk out of the room before she had even put it on completely.

While still carrying the money bag, he smiled and shouted into the room: "Call me next time and I will give you a discount, my warrior!"

Lan En stood leaning against the wall, breathing long and quiet.

Because of the angle, this wandering warbler didn't even notice his presence.

The woman turned to leave, and a hand with a studded leather glove held the door before it closed automatically.

Turning around, the tall figure slipped into the room smoothly.

The room was very simple. There was a man of no apparent age on the bed, lying on the bed with his upper body naked, and there were many hideous scars on his skin.

At first glance, Lan En frowned slightly.

Are these scars left by monsters?

"Why are you still here? What I gave should be enough."

The man didn't even open his eyes to know that someone else had entered the house.

Berengar was no ordinary hard worker.

Lan En couldn't believe that at such a delicate time, under such a big conspiracy network, an obviously extraordinary person appeared. Is it purely a coincidence?

So the young man simply rushed forward.

The sword was not drawn, nor was the three-pointed spike on the fist of the glove used.

Instead, he opened his palm and used the tiger's mouth position to jam towards the opponent's throat.

The man who was lying lazily on the bed savoring the aftertaste suddenly woke up the moment Lan En began to move violently.

Under the young man's surprised face, he opened his own shimmering cat eyes.

Witcher? !

"Alder!"

"Bang!"

Lan En's palm that was originally responsible for attacking suddenly retracted and was raised to protect his face.

The violent impact hit him, and his body weight of 200 kilograms was almost lifted off the ground!

This guy's seal release speed is one level faster than mine? ! So skilled!

While Lan En was surprised that the other party was practicing on the seal, the other party was even more surprised.

While maintaining the gesture of releasing the seal, Berengar held on to the bed board to get up and change his stance against the enemy.

This is the sigil variant of the Wolf School witcher, which can turn [Alder's sigil] into a move that provides continuous driving force.

Opposite him, he just blocked that kid from the Bear School with his arm and was fine? !

Before he could express his surprise, Berengar's cat-eye pupils suddenly shrank into a thin line because of something even more outrageous.

I'll catch your mother!

This brat rushed over to [Alder]!

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