Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1165 1147. Sudden News

He was a young man wearing a felt hat and a leather vest, which was convenient and flexible.

It seemed that running or riding made him breathe heavily and his face turned red, and the chestnut hair on his head became wet and stuck to his forehead.

The bartender of the Yinlu Tavern stopped him first.

The other people in the pub also looked at it as if nothing had happened, then turned their heads back to their own tables.

"Look at how anxious you are."

The bartender, with a white towel draped over his shoulders, looked the young man up and down and handed him a glass of water.

"Who are you looking for? Are you in a hurry?"

The bartender meant for him to move and make less noise so as not to disturb other guests.

The high-end style of Yinlu Tavern is also an aspect of luxury.

But the young man just took the cup and took a sip, then raised his hand and asked loudly around him.

"Excuse me, is Duke Lan of Cintra here? I asked all the way from the City Hall to the Giancardi Bank, and then to the workshop area, and finally arrived here."

At a booth in the corner of the lobby on the first floor, four people at the table looked at the messenger who was looking for someone to find the tavern in confusion.

It was Lan En who raised his hand and waved.

"This way, sir."

Everyone looked up, then quickly lowered their heads.

Only the young courier breathed a sigh of relief, returned the glass in his hand to the bartender and walked over here.

He walked up to the small booth, took off his felt hat, and clasped his hands in front of his chest.

It can be seen that although he is young, he is already a skilled courier.

People who see Lan En's figure and appearance for the first time can't help but be dazzled.

The courier was the same, but the task at hand quickly sobered him up.

"This is news from Vizima, my lord."

The messenger spoke with a bit of a stutter.

At the same time, he took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Lan En on the other side of the table.

The young witcher reached out to take it. The bright red wax seal on it was intact, and the wax pattern was the white lily, the national emblem of Temeria.

Foltest?
"Vijimaha." Margarita smiled ambiguously, looked at Lan and asked, "Is it Triss? She can't wait to find you?"

"No." Lan En replied with a slight frown and showed her the sealing wax on the envelope.

So the others at the table also raised their eyebrows, not knowing what Foltest wanted to say to Lan.

"Thank you." Lan En took out an Oren coin from his pocket and placed it on the table, pushing it to the courier. "You've traveled so many places, you must have worked hard."

He put the letter in his pocket.

But the messenger did not leave. Instead, he licked his lips and spoke to Lan En nervously.

"Well, you'd better take a look now, sir."

He rubbed his hands, which were holding his felt hat, together nervously.

"This matter is a bit urgent, and I have a message here. You have to cooperate."

This time even Lan En raised his eyebrows in surprise.

He took out the letter that was about to be put into his pocket, opened the wax seal directly, took out the letter and started reading.

There were several sheets of paper stuffed in the envelope. Lan En quickly glanced over the first few, and only narrowed his eyes slightly when he read the last one, taking some time to read it carefully.

After reading it, he folded the letter and looked up at the courier standing beside the table.

"Apart from the above formal greetings that are ornate and complicated but have no real content, is this true?"

"It is true, sir." The messenger lowered his voice but it did not seem abrupt. It seemed that he often delivered messages for important people.

“Every word is true.”

"What are the details?" Lan asked. "I mean the numbers."

He waved the folded letter in his hand at the messenger and said, "It only says vague descriptions like 'a lot' or 'a lot'. I want a specific number."

"Such is the extent of my message to you, my Lord."

The messenger looked around the table, asking Lan if they wanted to talk alone.

If it is a royal secret letter under normal circumstances, the courier has the right to directly dismiss the people around him.

But obviously, when Foltest sent him out to deliver the letter, he should have told him to respect Lan's decision.

Lan En said nothing, just waved his hand.

Berengar moved aside, making room for an empty seat at the table.

Then the messenger also knew what it meant.

He didn't act pretentiously. He pulled a stool and sat down, continuing to talk in a low voice.

"It's all gone."

"What?" Lan En's hand, which was fiddling with the letter paper, suddenly stopped and asked again, "What do you mean?" "It means exactly what it says, sir." As he spoke, it was as if the messenger himself was nervous and at a loss because of the news he brought. His throat rolled up and down and he swallowed.

"That place is now dead silent."

"The several villages that originally made a living by fishing and hunting didn't know what happened, but they all fled in other directions. They were so scared that they were talking incoherently."

"They said they couldn't survive no matter what. This is not right. Their ancestors have never seen this before!"

The other three people at the table were confused by what he said, but it was precisely because of this confusion, coupled with the vague fear on the messenger's face and the content of his words.

It makes people feel a chill in their hearts.

It seemed that the originally warm colors and swaying candlelight in the Yinlu Tavern had become eerie and gloomy.

"But Foltest should have sent someone to check it out, right?"

The firelight and shadows flickered on Lan's profile, and when the shadows covered the eye sockets, the cat's eyes would glow faintly.

"Not only Foltest, that place is close to the Principality of Elland, so Duke Heward must have sent people as well. Even Aedirn may have sent people to investigate. Tell me, what is the result?"

Temeria is a kingdom, and under this kingdom there are vassal states such as the Duchy of Maribor and the Duchy of Elland.

The Dagger War, a civil war in Temeria to determine the succession, was fought between Duke Elland and Duke Maribor.

Later, half of Maribo was crushed by the demon summoned by the [Alzu Double Cross].

But that was a story from a long time ago and has nothing to do with the present.

"No results, sir." The messenger pursed his lips and said softly, "All those who were sent before did not come back alive."

"That's why His Majesty thought of you. He waited for a while in the Dark Water, but he didn't expect you to come directly to Gos Velen."

"That's why I was sent all the way here."

Lan En fiddled with the stack of letter papers in his hands and was silent for a moment.

"I see." He nodded and said, "That's all, nothing else?"

"Yes, that's all I know."

"Thank you for your hard work." Lan En waved the letter in his hand towards the courier. "Your work is done, sir. Please go and have a rest. Your expenses here will be charged to me."

The messenger stood up, saluted to Lan En, put on his felt hat again, and walked down from the booth.

After everyone left, Tishaya raised her delicate chin and spoke to the letter in Lan En's hand.

"what happened?"

Margarita and Berengar also looked at him curiously.

"An incident." Lan En looked at the letter in his hand with a conflicted expression. He didn't seem to know how to describe it. In the end, he could only say uncertainly, "Abnormal?"

"Foltest said that something very unusual happened near Elland as recently as a month ago."

"In the northeast of Elland, I don't know when the sounds of birds and animals there became increasingly rare."

"No one cared at first, even when people began to flee famine in the villages in that area. But gradually..."

"Nothing ever comes out of there anymore."

"All the sounds of the creatures also disappeared. This attracted the attention of Duke of Elland—Hyward."

"Concern turned to panic when the impact in this area not only did not ease over time, but began to expand and threatened to threaten the Pontar Valley."

The expressions of the three people had become more and more solemn as Lan En continued his narration. After he mentioned the location of "Pontar Valley", they were no longer surprised or suspicious.

Because this place is so important.

The four largest kingdoms in the north were actually divided very neatly by the terrain, almost like a crooked grid.

The Mahakam Mountains in the south, where the dwarves have lived for generations, are connected to the Kestra Mountains in the north, cutting vertically, while the Pontar River runs horizontally through it.

Temeria is in the lower left corner of the grid, Redania is in the upper left, Kaedwen is in the upper right, and Aedirn is in the lower right.

The Pontar Valley is where the Pontar River separates the Mahakam and Kestrel Mountains.

The Pontar River is the boundary river that separates the four northern countries, and the Pontar Valley is the key throat of this river.

If something goes wrong here, the inland river transportation of the entire four northern countries will be stuck and ruined!
The four northern countries have been fighting for this position for hundreds of years.

The Haji Fortress in the valley was robbed back and forth. The most recent time was more than 40 years ago, when it was snatched away by the previous king of Aedirn from the previous king of Temeria.

It is still a castle belonging to Aedirn.

"What the hell is this?"

Margarita was dumbfounded, and gestured the size of the area described in Foltest's letter according to her memory.

"Such a large area. There is no living thing?!"

Having said that, the dean of Aretuza turned his gaze to the old witcher Berengar.

"Is there a monster that can do this? Or is there a curse of this magnitude?"

"Excuse me." The old witcher shook his head and stood up. "I have never seen such a monster or curse. It is more like some kind of large-scale magic out of control. But you are definitely more familiar with that than I am, but I know a little bit."

Berengar stood up and looked at Lan. "I see you can't rest. That broken suit of armor can't be hung on the display stand."

"I can't use your dragon scales in such a short time. I can only repair your original master-level Bear School armor."

(End of this chapter)