Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 117 116. Fireball
Getting thrown in the face.

Count Steza had never encountered such a situation in his life.

His family was rich and noble.

They hired the most educated teachers to educate the children, and these teachers did not dare to do anything to the children.

And after the childhood when he was the easiest to be educated, he represented the face of the Stessa family even more.

Who dares to slap such a nobleman in the face?
He had never even seen this kind of action, because no one dared to get angry with his subordinates in front of the count.

What if this behavior is considered unreliable?Anyone want to gamble their future?

So at the moment Stesa was thrown in the face, he was completely stunned.

But he knew instinctively that this was a method that did not focus on physical harm, but instead focused on attacking dignity and personality.

What he felt first was not anger, but absurdity.

A person like him should have been soaked in a honeypot for the rest of his life.

The normal air outside makes them feel bitter.

Fear preceded anger and spread in his heart.

It is normal for people to be afraid when they encounter harm that they have never seen before.

And Stessa now confirmed one thing at the same time: Lane never left an option to keep him alive.

Fear is like a boulder weighing on my heart, and now, the pressure on that stone is getting heavier and heavier.

After confirming that he had no choice, the stone collapsed all of a sudden.

The pupils of Stesa's originally calm eyes began to flutter uncontrollably.

Lips quivered, bloodless.

The well-groomed face, beard and hair are becoming disheveled in this constant tremor.

Lan En quietly looked at the young and powerful nobleman in front of him, gradually turning into a timid and panicked joke.

"So you should understand, Lord Earl."

"I've had a good education, and that education has given me a valuable global perspective. You're trying to clutter my mind with a lot of information, limiting my vision to a single Temeria. But that information is in When I heard it, I just felt like laughing."

With a "creak", Lan En stood up, leaning on the armrest of the chair.

Steza trembled from the sound.

Lan En smiled kindly, walked behind the earl, and the pair of bloody gloves patted his shoulder lightly.

Every time he took a shot, this handsome middle-aged man would tremble unconsciously.

"Don't be afraid, my lord. I'm not going to kill you now, actually."

Looking down, the necklace around his neck began to tremble slightly, and Lan En's smile became more kind.

"You can go now."

".?!"

The count looked up in surprise, only to see Lan En's eyes narrowed into slits when he laughed.

"Don't be so surprised, Lord Earl. I saw your basement. The children there are fed and clothed. They should thank you."

When talking about the basement, Lan En's tone was a bit strange, but the earl's brain, which was already entangled in fear, couldn't react.

"I, can I go?! You won't kill me?!"

Staza stuttered in surprise and astonishment.

In fact, even with the IQ of an ordinary person, he should have noticed something was wrong right now.

But facing life and death is what a person fears most.

When people face fear, avoidance is a natural reaction.No matter how absurd this avenue of escape may seem.

Steza tentatively got up from the chair at first, slowly at first.

But after seeing that Lan En didn't intend to stop him, things went a lot smoother.

He walked towards the door of the study, his steps became more and more urgent, and he walked faster and faster.

Looking back, Lan En was still on the spot, supporting the back of his chair with both hands, watching him leave with a smile.

The count immediately turned his head and continued walking, his face with his back turned to Lan En became gloomy and hideous.

The closer he was to the door, the more the fear in his heart was transformed into anger and tyranny.

A witcher.A variant of chop suey!
How dare you step into his manor, step into his study, touch him with that dirty hand, and threaten him!

He has to die!When I walk out of the room, my guards will protect me!

By then, that bastard will have to die!

No. Not enough!His friends in Oridon and the whole Oridon must be changed!
Let them know, the wrath of a noble man!
With a "click", the door opened.

Stessa only felt a heat in the face.

After a moment of distraction, he saw that his butler had already blocked the door of the study, and in the palm of his hands, a bulging ball of fire was floating.

Behind the butler is a large group of people.

There are warriors wearing standard armor and holding swords and shields.

A hammer-wielding knight with full-body plate armor armed to the teeth.

There are a total of ten people, and everyone's eyes are concerned and firm.

It was as if he could bleed and fight for his own earl at any time.

Looking into those eyes, the last bit of fear in Steza's heart suddenly dissipated.

He remembered that the guards in the basement were on a rotation system.Even if there is no alarm, judging from the current time, it should be time to change shifts.

So even though the manor was peaceful, his butler still brought a group of people to the study.

After hearing the strange voice in the study room, he was even more ready to attack with fireball!
Steza smiled.

He feels safe.

He knows how good his guards are, and he knows how loyal these people are to him.

Because this is all the 'power' he has accumulated with his own hands.

As long as you have these powers, let alone a mere demon hunter, even a
Just when the noble earl was about to sneak into the crowd with a gratified and relieved expression.

A familiar voice came from behind him.

The voice of the witcher.

"My lord, please squat down."

The smile solidified.

For some reason, he instinctively followed suit immediately.

And the moment he squatted down, he felt something flying over his head.

The wind pressure brought by it even made the hair stick to the scalp!
"Bang" sound.

Under the astonished eyes of a group of people, the thing bumped into the butler standing in the front row.

It was a solid material, elegant and noble chair.

If hit by this kind of chair from the back at a rapid speed, it is estimated that the spine in the unarmored state will be broken.

Stessa just breathed a sigh of relief at her timely dodge.

But the next moment, he saw the swollen fireball in the butler's hand.

One of the common sense of magic: A wizard who interferes with the state of casting a spell is a very dangerous thing, whether it is for a wizard or an onlooker.

Under the pained and horrified expression of the steward, he was directly slammed into the crowd of soldiers behind him by the chair.

next moment.

"Boom!!!"

The crashing chair, the butler's body, a plate armored warrior with his back against the butler.After a loud noise, he was immediately blown to pieces by this long-prepared fireball!

Blood, sawdust, and shattered pieces of iron exploded violently with the force of the impact!

The fireball that exploded in the center of the crowd covered a large group of people within its killing range.

Only Earl Stessa curled up and knelt down next to the corner of the door frame to hold his head, so he was not affected.

Those directly burned by flames, those locked in heated armor and howling, those whose limbs were cut off by flying debris
The originally quiet and tasteful corridor outside the study room turned into a noisy and scorching hell in an instant!

Lan stepped on the flames into the hallway.

He pulled out his hunting knife and held down a drowsy but uninjured plate knight with one hand.

The other party was struggling in a daze, but Lan En just held down his helmet, as if holding down a chicken or duck waiting to be slaughtered.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Muttering in his mouth, the hunting knife pierced the observation slot of the helmet along the gap of the plate armor.

A spurt of blood rushed half a meter high.

The limbs inside the plate armor trembled like convulsions, and then calmed down.

Having dealt with the only enemy who might still be fighting, Lan En wiped his knife and retracted the scabbard.

He walked to the earl who was shaking his head while holding the door panel, and squatted down.

The witcher said with a smile.

"You should cheer up, the Earl wants to survive, you have to escape."

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(End of this chapter)