Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 97 97. Gift

The innkeeper turned around and left as if he hadn't seen anything.

Gunter O'Dimm naturally sat next to Lan En, as if he were an old friend for many years.

But it's a pity that the demon hunter's attitude has always been cold.

"Judging from your clothes, I always thought you didn't have much money."

Using a calm tone to say harsh words, Lan En's performance is enough to make any normal person angry.

But Gunter Odim cannot be called a normal person in terms of mentality or from a more fundamental point of view.

"These days are indeed difficult, but you are a big customer, Lan En. If I can negotiate a good deal with you, it will be worth all the treasure I have to spend."

"I'm flattered, Glass Boy. Let me make sure, is this a 'please'?"

After Lan En received a positive reply from the other party, he picked up the red wine on the plate, greeted the other party, and drank it all in one gulp.

After drinking, Lan En wiped his mouth and prepared to continue talking.

It's unrealistic to escape at this moment. As long as the other party doesn't want to, then even if you turn into withered bones, you won't be able to escape from the other party. You might as well just comply with his wishes.

"What you said when you left made me think that I would encounter trouble on the way to Vizima, but you only showed up now. In other words, what I am going to encounter next is the real thing that can make you Are you having trouble signing a contract with me?"

"If I say yes, will you stop?"

The creature wearing a human face showed an intriguing smile, and after Lan En showed an indifferent chuckle, the arc became wider and wider.

"It's doing business with people like you that makes me feel that life has meaning, Lan En. I'm bored to death by those guys who seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, choose the best solution all the way, but fail in the end!"

"For your courage, I can let you ask a question."

Lan En raised his eyebrows.

"Doesn't it count as a contract?"

"It doesn't count."

"whatever?"

"whatever."

In the hotel, the firelight of the fireplace was swaying, and a creature that could tamper with reality became Lan En's question-and-answer machine within the authority of "one question."

Power, money, strength, life span. It seems that all desires can be refined into a question at this moment, and then input into this question and answer machine, and then the answer can be obtained.

Half of Gunter Odim's face was buried in the shadows. The flickering firelight made it difficult to tell whether the smile on his face was a ferocious smile. Or smile?

"I originally wanted to ask you who was behind this slave trade incident. But after thinking about it, I decided not to."

Lan En supported his chin with his hand, tilted his head and looked at the other person.

From beginning to end, those deep secrets never moved his mind.

Neither power nor money would be as satisfying as killing the mastermind behind the scenes.

"Oh? Why not?"

Gunter O'Dimm asked happily.

"Because I don't know how to ask this question. I don't know the structure of this criminal organization, so there is a high probability that my question will not be aimed at a certain person."

"This is a complex and tight organizational chain. If my explanation is not clear enough, then you can just give me the names of several buyers and the names of the bosses. To some extent, they can all be considered part of this organization. A part of the 'behind the scenes'. But you can get around the key person who builds the entire buying and selling relationship by turning around and around."

Lan En's tone was calm and flat, as if he had seen the pitfalls the other party had laid in his words.

"To ask a critical question, I need to know critical information, but if I already have enough critical information, why should I risk asking you?"

"Brilliant logical analysis."

Those who call themselves "businessmen" applaud.

"Then you want to give up this opportunity?"

"No, what I want to ask is - what exactly are you?"

The moment Lan En asked this question, everything except him and Gunter O'Dem stopped.

Everyone in the hotel maintained their movements for the previous second. The apples that fell on the dinner plate were stagnant in the air. The flames of the fireplace and the shadows generated by the flames were all frozen into the appearance of teeth and claws.

Even Lan En, who had been mentally prepared for this, couldn't help but lean back with his eyes horrified.

The bald businessman in shabby clothes just looked at Lan En and was silent for two seconds.

Although it was only two seconds, during the frozen time, Lan En felt that his sense of time was completely confused.

"No, you don't want to know."

The other party shook his head slightly.

While looking at each other, Lan En felt that for a moment, he saw the other person's eyeballs turn into a rich pure black.

"I'll spare you this time, Lan En. You are not qualified to explore the inside of a 'thing' like me, at least not yet."

"I'll answer your last question, and as you might have guessed, I'll give you the name of my leader. Ubank, the leader of the cannibal camp, a Skellige. Commanding dozens of men in Velen. Dadi robs young children, contacts ships, and manages relationships. How can he be called the 'mastermind behind the scenes'?"

"It's time for me to go. I left a gift in your room."

With that said, he stood up. Whistling in the frozen time, he walked towards the door and left.

"I have a hunch that the time when we sign the contract won't be too far away."

With a "pop" sound, the apple fell to the ground and smashed, and the noise in the restaurant started again.

Lan En sat on the chair blankly.

After a long time, his shoulders suddenly relaxed.

"Oh my god, stop?!"

He shook his head helplessly and walked back to the room with the dinner plate.

It’s getting more and more miserable to feel like I’m being targeted by this “thing”.

After arriving in the room, Aaliya was lying on the bed exhausted.

The work assigned to her today was really not light. At this moment, Stark, who loves to jump and jump, was completely wilted.

Lan En put the dinner plate on the table and looked around with a pair of cat eyes.

"Aliya, has anyone brought anything?"

The little girl was struggling to get up.

"Send something? Oh! Yes, just after dark, a hotel servant brought a book. Isn't that what you bought?"

"Hurry up and eat. Where is the book? Point it to me."

Aaliyah began to devour the food, and Lan followed her fingers.

Found the target under a pile of clothes.

""The Principles of Business and How to Use the Principles"?"

An ordinary hard-cover tome, the author has a long name, and the honor is "tenured professor of the business department of Oxenfurt University".

Is this Gunter O'Dimm's gift? A book about business knowledge?

After frowning for a moment, Lan put the book casually on the table and stopped moving it.

"Aliya, pack your things after eating. We have to change places."

Lan En knew that he did not have the broad vision of the other party, so the best way was to stay away.

Although the little girl didn't understand why, because she recognized her identity as a servant, she quickly stuffed two more mouthfuls and prepared to get up and pack her things.

At this moment, Lan En, who had already started to gather his clothes, suddenly stopped what he was doing.

The cat eyes narrowed slightly and looked in the direction of the door.

At the right time, there was a knock on the door.

Lan En pulled up his hood to cover his face and prepared to ask who was outside the door.

But before he could say anything, there was a "Bang!"

The wooden door was blown open!

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