Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1180 1162. Transferring People
Nenneke had been in charge of the famous Temple of Meliteli for a long time, whether it was more than a hundred years or several hundred years, no one could say exactly.

She had seen so much in this temple.

Just as she claimed.

So she was very familiar with handling these things.

Just a few words calmed down the originally restless men and women.

Although the two parties still glanced at each other from time to time in between drinking soup, their eyes were at least not as explicit as at the beginning.

But in the entire cafeteria, the most eye-catching things were not the strong but rude mercenaries, or the weak people who came to the Temple of Meliteli to seek help.

Ten Embers Knights, who had taken off their armor and were only wearing simple clothes, were sitting quietly at the table.

Their uniforms were the same, and their elven-style long swords were neatly hung at their waists.

Apart from the differences in their appearance and body shape, their movements are almost identical.

It seems that because of the rampant Scoia'tael, people often show disgust when they see these elf-style long swords.

The Embers' expressions also didn't look very friendly.

However, no one still dared to act recklessly in Meliteli's temple.

At the entrance of the noisy cafeteria, a figure in a hooded cloak strode in.

At first, no one paid much attention to the figure, even though he was unusually tall.

But now, many people have seen this newly famous magic cloak outside.

Many people still like and need the magic of concealing one's body shape.

The people here just thought that this was another person who bought a magic cloak and there was nothing to worry about.

Until the figure kept walking among the already eye-catching Embers Knights and sat down in the empty seat that had been reserved long ago.

"Just eat it directly. I've never seen you guys be so well-mannered before."

Lan En scolded with a smile.

It was not until he sat down that Lincoln and the other Embers Knights finally began to move.

"It was the past." The young clerk explained as he picked up the spoon. "Of course, there are not so many rules on the battlefield or on the road. The most important thing is to eat well before doing things. But this is an open cafeteria after all."

Lan En smiled and said nothing. He just took off the leather gloves with steel armor plates on his hands and stuffed them between the straps of the armor temporarily.

Then he picked up the hard bread on the table, tore it apart, and put it into the thick soup in the wooden bowl, which had turned purple because of the addition of beetroot.

While pressing down the floating bread cubes with a spoon, Lan En quickly glanced at the people who were looking here because of his arrival.

"There are a total of thirteen people dressed as mercenaries or warriors in the temple. I counted them before."

Lincoln also stirred the borscht with a spoon. The pure white sour cream on top gradually mixed with the purple-red thick soup. He spoke softly without raising his head, appearing unusually reliable.

"Among them, the female warrior is the most popular and seems to be the most powerful."

Lan En tilted his head to look to the side, and sure enough, Sachia was fiddling with the soup spoon on the dining table.

She was also looking here, but after Lan En turned his head away, she immediately lowered her head as if avoiding him.

There were many men sitting around her.

"She has her own ideas and secrets, but they shouldn't be important in this case." Lan En also said in a low voice calmly, "I talked to her before. Her name is Sakia."

The Ash Knights present were listening to the information while eating quietly and neatly, acting as if nothing was wrong, as if they had heard nothing.

Lincoln nodded. Since Lan said it was not important, he also thought it was not important.

"But there are still too many people here." Lincoln scooped a spoonful of borscht into his mouth, speaking a little unclearly, "I think this kind of thing should be kept secret. Otherwise, it will cause widespread panic."

"After all, it's about the Pontar Valley."

Lan shook his head slightly.

"Foltest and Demave must have wanted to keep it secret, at least for a while. What a pity."

"Too bad, they can't hide it. Don't assume that everyone's qualities are the same as Embers Knight, Lincoln."

Then, Lan told the Ash Knights the news he got from Sister Nenneke.

Lincoln and the other Embers Knights were suddenly enlightened.

The vassal of my vassal is not my vassal.

This is the foundation and essence of the Western feudal system.

Foltest and Demave are indeed kings in their own countries, but even as kings, how much control can they have over the lower-level executors?

Seaward wanted to use cheap mercenaries as cannon fodder, so he spread the news to recruit people in a small range.

Even if Foltest knew about this, what would he say? Would he punish Seaward?
By then, not only will the Pontar Valley be in turmoil, but even the Duchy of Elland will be in turmoil.

Originally, people like Lincoln should have a clear understanding of the lack of control.

However, Lincoln had been tempered and influenced so deeply by the Embers Knights. After being in such an efficient and resolute system for so long, he had actually forgotten what the control and organizational level of other countries outside the Embers Knights was like.

"I'm fine." Lincoln said simply, "When do we leave?"

"Tomorrow. Tonight you should check your equipment again and replenish your supplies. After leaving the edge of Elland City, the road ahead is mostly wilderness."

Lan En put the bread soaked in soup and the vegetables in the soup into his mouth and chewed them slowly.

The unique flavor of beetroot and the sweet and sour seasoning are mixed together and burst together with the texture of the meat and vegetables being cooked.

Sure enough, the plants grown in the Temple of Meliteli all seemed to be of very good quality.

This is definitely not something that can be explained by 'careful care and suitable soil'.

The witcher looked up at Nenneke, who was sitting among the many priests and priest apprentices, eating dinner leisurely.

The kindly fat woman seemed unaware of anything and even reached out to add another spoonful of sour cream to her soup.

"The mercenaries in the temple now should be the last batch. When I passed by earlier, I heard that they received news that they were going to rush over tomorrow."

Lan En said finally.

“Once they arrive, Seaward, who feels he has gathered enough men, should head straight to the depths of the Pontar Valley.”

Lincoln nodded, but he sighed in a low voice intentionally or unintentionally.

"Ah, the demon hunter's senses are really powerful. The private conversations of others who think no one is around can't be hidden under this kind of hearing."

Lan En knew exactly what was going on with his men, so he glanced at Lincoln beside him.

"We have already discussed the improvement of the mutation process. Don't try to please me now!"

Lincoln's expression remained unchanged, except for a slight curl of his lips and a shrug. The Embers Knights continued to eat in an orderly manner.

"You are right, my Lord."
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In the Temple of Meliteli, the rooms provided for foreign visitors were not luxurious, even Nenneke's room was not luxurious.

It seems that the main consideration is to help more people.

The rooms here are mostly crowded.

Fortunately, although the Ash Knights all respected Lann, the relationship between them was not the strict kind of relationship between feudal knights and lords.

They had lived and eaten together for a long time in the last battlefield, so they were very familiar with each other.

Just to avoid causing more suspicion, Lan En released the Qilin and let it play in the area around the temple by itself for a night.

The fluff ball did not go out, but sorted out his space expansion bag in the room arranged by the temple.

The next morning, when it was still light, Lan En heard a series of horse hooves hitting the ground outside the tree-lined path and the main gate of the Temple of Meliteli.

That was the team sent by Seaward to pick people up.

Early in the morning, the originally quiet temple began to become noisy.

Calling people, moving things, and allocating horses
People quarreled over various matters, then argued, reconciled, and continued to work.

The loudest and obviously the most powerful one among them was a knight on a horse.

He seemed to be the main executor responsible for taking the mercenaries and warriors away this time.

"You have ten minutes!"

His armor was bright and gorgeous, with a bright peacock tail feather on his helmet, and he was holding a whip and giving orders.

"We will leave immediately in ten minutes! Those who haven't mounted their horses should get out! Prince Seaward wants soldiers who can respond in time, not a bunch of rubbish who can't even get ready and mount their horses!"

"Prince Seaward's team is waiting in the northeast of Elland. They are getting impatient now. If you continue to delay, you will be eating shit before it's hot! Forget about the commission and the reputation of honor!"

There were domesticated dogs outside the temple, barking loudly at the knight's loud shouting and the noise of the people in the early morning.

The soldier behind it, who was leading a row of horses, waved his fists to scare it until it calmed down.

Generally speaking, horse-drawn carriages are the most economical way to transport people, but it can be seen that Heward is very anxious and wants this group of people to catch up with the main force as soon as possible.

That's why so many horses were brought over.

Although it is not a war horse, it is still a considerable expense.

"Okay, stay away from my dog. He is much more devoted to Meliteli than you are."

The commotion at the temple gate eventually woke up Sister Nenneke.

As soon as she came over and spoke, the soldier who had just scared the guard dog stood at attention immediately, and the guard dog growled at him without even turning his eyes.

The knight, who had been so arrogant just now, quickly dismounted by holding his helmet, trotted towards Nenneke, and saluted respectfully.

"Knight Samaresh." After he finished his salute, Nenneke shook her head and asked. "How old are you? Why are you still in such a hurry in the temple? When your mother gave birth to you here, she was not as anxious as you are now."

The knight smiled awkwardly, but the fat woman who was tying her headscarf kept talking.

"Also, don't follow the lead of those White Rose Knights and flatter Heward and call him Prince. You are a local knight, not one of those unaffiliated knights. If this gets out to Vizima, what will people say?"

(End of this chapter)