Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 981 963. Small hobby

It's a pity that Lan En originally wanted to use bankruptcy to motivate the lazy Qilin.

But the ancient dragons of the New World are completely different from the witchers.

With a tilt of the head and a click of the hoof, I love someone.

Helpless, the demon hunter could only return to Aretussa with the Ellu cat and the ancient dragon.

People came out of the fissure where the celestial spheres met in the morning, and the ancient dragon's horse hooves stepped onto the huge rock where Aretusa was near dusk in the afternoon.

"Just sort everything out here, flannel ball."

After landing from the cave under the huge reef, Lan En twisted his neck and said relaxedly.

"I know, nya."

The flannel ball also threw a big package on the floor of the secret room.

Because of magic, even if the room is not completely enclosed, the sea breeze blowing in will still not bring moisture.

The calico kitten started tidying up with great interest.

It put the rosin in the display cabinet into categories, and its furry little paws placed green flowers and plants in flower pots.

It looks like it really wants to grow some.

Ellu cats are hard-working and lively by nature, so they don’t seem to find it tiring at all.

Lan En took advantage of this moment to remove the armor and equipment from Qilin's body, as well as the wide and drapey silk rune cloth.

Gu Long, who had taken off his restraints, shook his body like an ordinary horse.

A series of electric sparks flashed on the pale mane.

The red crystal-like eyes looked at Lan En, snorted again, turned around, jumped off the rock, and ran towards the depths of the sea to play.

Looking from the opening of the cave to the sea level, only the sun's rays remain.

But unlike the unstable and terrifying feeling in the world of fire, here, Lan En's first thought was - it was almost time to have dinner.

He looked to the side at the flannel ball.

It seems obsessed with organizing its collection.

Lan En then planned to go up to eat first, and then bring down the flannel ball.

"What would you like to eat tonight? We haven't had a serious meal in a long time."

The flannel ball stopped moving its hands, raised its head, and its triangular ears trembled, as if it was thinking deeply.

"Fish steak with clam chowder?" His big wet eyes were bright, staring at Lan En with expectation. "I like this meow!"

"receive."

Lan En waved to the kitten and then walked up the stairs.

Go up the secret passage opened by Margarita, push open the stone door, and then turn around and close it.

This stone door built on the wall does not look out of place at all under the influence of magic.

Silently, Lan En appeared in the Rosha Palace on the first floor of Aretussa.

As if he had been back for a long time, Lan En walked leisurely between the corridors and floors.

He was taller than an ordinary person, with a face and hair as white as molten silver.

It’s all so iconic.

From time to time, apprentices would pass him by while chatting and laughing.

But after passing by, he seemed to have come back to his senses and suddenly realized something. He turned around in surprise, hoping to catch the figure from behind.

Aretusa is a closed elite education environment. Although there are holidays, it is obviously not enough for female apprentices who are equally energetic and curious.

Therefore, the sorceress apprentice who sneaks out of the academy and has a tryst with his lover outside can be regarded as a major feature of Arethusa and Goss Velen.

During the holidays, Goth Velen's hotel rooms are in short supply.

The open attitude of sorceresses means that they are not exclusive and even enjoy encounters such as one-night stands.

So by that time, many 'warriors' who think that compared to the sorceress's graceful body, magic and witchcraft are not scary at all, but more like fun, will come here to try their luck.

Under such circumstances, it is not difficult to guess what Lan En, who moves freely in Aretusari, would look like in the eyes of many female apprentices and even teachers.

When Lan En went to the classroom to observe, many of the apprentices or lecturers would quietly unbutton one more button on their shirts.

Obviously, when Tissaya served as the abbot of Arethusa, the abbot was synonymous with majesty and rigor.

But after Margarita came to power, her intimidation seemed to be "slightly" insufficient because of her harmonious relationship with teachers and students.

The witcher cursed while using a polite and distant smile to deal with the apprentices around him who deliberately 'nudged' him.

Finally, after approaching the dean's office, the situation became better.

Facing the exquisite and familiar mahogany door, Lan En stepped forward and knocked.

After two "bang bang" sounds, there was a silence in the office as if nothing happened, and then there was a muffled sound of a sturdy chair falling on a fine fur carpet.

"ha!"

The doorknob turned and opened from the inside, and there was an excited cheer.

A white and strong arm accurately grabbed the bearskin collar on Lan En's armor from the crack of the open door.

The witcher leaned down obediently, smiling.

He seemed to be pulled in by a gust of wind. Before he could look around, a black shadow covered his sight.

Margarita jumped on top of him, her plump and powerful legs clamped around his waist, and her hands wrapped around the back of his neck.

She still likes to use flamboyant and brilliant gold jewelry to set off her equally flamboyant and brilliant beautiful body.

The gold necklace around her neck has been hanging deeply into the deep ravine under the influence of gravity.

The ravine was now less than two centimeters away from Lan En's face.

The witcher could even feel the heat on it and the slight trembling caused by the beating of his heart.

The long golden hair hung down, mixed with the molten silver hair, and Margarita's forehead was pressed against Lan En's.

Both of them could feel that the other's breathing was beginning to become a little rapid and hot.

The hot breath breathed on the other person's body, stimulating the hair on his body to stand on end.

There seemed to be an eager and enthusiastic atmosphere in the air.

But a sudden, completely unrelated sound of turning the pages of a book broke into this ambiguous and hot atmosphere.

It was like a bucket of cold water was poured over their heads, causing Lan En and Margarita to freeze immediately.

The two of them looked to the side at the same time.

Sitting on a red cashmere-covered bench, Tissaya's legs were folded together under a navy blue dress. The sorceress's beautiful figure was stretched tight by the dress.

The former dean, on the other hand, seemed to be alright, flipping through the pages of a large pile of reports in his hand, with the ascetic and self-respecting indifferent expression on his face.

She was originally wearing glasses to read a report on her hand, but at this time, one hand pulled her glasses from the bridge of her nose to the tip of her nose, and her eyes were fixed on the two people from the top edge of the frame.

Under her gaze, Lan En and Margarita blinked, and finally separated their bodies that were in contact with each other as if nothing had happened.

"Good, at least you're not horny enough to have sex in the dean's office."

Seeing the two people sorting out their clothes, Tissaya put her glasses on the bridge of her nose again and turned her eyes back to the report in her hand.

"You're such a spoiler, Tissaya."

The current dean angrily complained about his teacher, then walked around the desk and sat down again... or rather slumped on the chair behind the desk.

Lan En was not as dissatisfied as Margarita. She almost had her already magnificent front armor upgraded.

The demon hunter sat on the guest seat opposite the desk and looked at Tissaya with interest, who was also sitting upright on the bench.

"It seems that the time of my return is quite coincidental? Are you on vacation too?"

"Members of the Talents and Skills Association do not have holidays. Members are required to deal with big things, and there is no fixed time for rest in this kind of position."

Tissaya was still checking Margarita's work during this period, and she responded to Lan En while flipping through the documents.

It can be seen that it seems that she has not been back in Aretusa for a long time.

"Once I start working, I don't like to stop until I'm done. But I will eventually feel tired, so I want to take care of my body and mind."

"uh-huh?"

Lan En made a questioning sound at the right time.

"I think it is a more appropriate time limit to use your return period as the basis for rest. It will not delay things, but it will be enough for me to rest."

After finishing the last sentence, Tisaya seemed to have finished reading the document, placed a stack of pages on the coffee table in front of the bench, and took off the glasses on her face.

She carefully arranged the two items in a neat and symmetrical manner on the coffee table.

"That would be a great honor for me."

Lan En sat sideways on the chair and made an exaggerated but elegant gesture to Tisaya.

This made Margarita roll her eyes across from her.

"Well, now I regret stopping."

The current dean said angrily.

"Look at how friendly and polite you two are now. We should have just been a little crazier and made a mess on that chair and coffee table!"

When faced with the dissatisfaction and complaints from her own students, Tissaya was clearly able to handle it with ease.

"If you're desperate for an audience during sex, I'll make time. But..."

The teacher defeated his student in an understatement.

"Remember to tidy things up at the end, Rita."

"Okay, it's time for us to go to dinner. We can discuss your interesting little quirks at the table."

There is no doubt that in front of a teacher with hundreds of years of experience, Margarita's boldness and avant-garde are not quite up to par.

Lan En kept slapping her mouth in front of Margarita for this, making the sorceress extremely angry.

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"Add a side of clam chowder and fish steak. I'll send it down in a moment. The flannel ball is still waiting."

The small dinner party for three people was not grand, but the table placed in the dean's room ensured privacy.

Lan En said to Margarita, who filled the table with a wave of his hand.

For this type of spell related to the enjoyment of life, Margarita is undoubtedly better than Disaya.

Although the sorceress's teacher was not happy about this.