Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1386 1358. Ancient Blood
Ciri is an uneducated sorcerer.

This did not surprise Berengar and Lan.

Because it's really not a secret.

The ancient blood that was passed down from Laura Doron and flowed into the human race, as long as it was a dominant trait, was the source of magic. This was already an academic conclusion.

Yes, many people know that Ciri has ancient blood flowing in her veins.

After all, her grandmother, Calanthe, the Lioness of Cintra, had a reputation for being tough on international affairs.

Back then, her mother was also mentally stimulated at a banquet in public, and her demonic power exploded out of control.

If Geralt had not been invited by Calanthe and was present at the scene, he would have been able to calm Pavetta's out-of-control situation with his knowledge, experience and reaction ability.

The palace might even be demolished by the unconscious power of Ciri's mother, Pavetta.

If everyone at the banquet had died, the Skellige Islands and Cintra would have gone to war, and the situation in the world would have irreversibly slid into another direction.

Because at that banquet, there were two couples who announced their relationships.

One couple is Princess Pavetta and the cursed hedgehog prince, whose songs have been written into a song and sung everywhere.

The other pair is Calanthe and Ester Tursek, the younger brother of King Bran of the Skellige Islands.

The mother and daughter found love at the same party.

Pavetta's outburst at the banquet was the most recent in the history of the Ancient Blood.

But to be honest, it didn't cause much response or attention.

Because this is basically what happens when a magic source warlock loses control.

In the eyes of today's people, even in the eyes of those high-end warlock researchers, the blood of the ancients is nothing more than a special [magic source] that can be transmitted through blood.

But when Geralt frowned and sighed, Lann and Berengar were silent and looked at each other secretly.

There were unspoken hints in the eyes of both parties.

Ordinary people, even high-end warlock researchers, only think that the ancient blood is just a special kind of [magic source] blood.

But the two of them had met each other before!

That was Ciri, now an adult, breaking into the tavern where they were resting!
At that time, Berengar had not even seen the young girl, but she was already eating and drinking in front of the old witcher with ease.

The blood of the ancients is not simply a 'bloodline of demonic origin'.

That seems to involve a great power that transcends time and space!
However, because Lan and Berengar both believed that their understanding of time and space was very superficial, they did not want to talk about what happened at that time.

Besides, Ciri is already popular enough now. Letting more people know the power of her bloodline and attracting more malicious prying eyes will only harm her.

At least so far, the unknown force that is plotting and investigating Ciri also includes the intelligence departments of several northern kingdoms.

It seemed that he was only concerned about the little girl's identity as the 'legal heir to the royal family of Cintra'.

I didn't pay much attention to it, or really realize what kind of power the Ancient Blood was.

This is a good thing.

"So." After exchanging a silent look with Berengar, Lan changed the subject so smoothly that Geralt didn't even notice a trace.

"Ciri is going to follow Yennefer to Thaned Island? And then apply for admission?"

"Very good." Lan En nodded. "I will give Margarita a call. You can give her Ciri's admission information directly. She will put a forged and concealed identity in the college's archives."

"Do we have to be so cautious inside Aretusa?" Geralt frowned, a little worried.

"Although Aretuza is closed, it is just a closed academy. It is an academy, Geralt."

Lan En didn't care about spreading his hands.

"Isn't it normal for students to have a part-time job or internship as a 'spy' before graduation?"

"It is precisely because the academy has no restrictions and anyone can come and submit an application for employment as an apprentice that the salary for female sorcerers after graduation is so high now."

"Everyone wants to know about the warlocks, so why don't we just open up and play together."

"Female sorcerers have indeed been paid better than male sorcerers in recent decades," Berengar commented, smacking his lips.

"Ms. Tishaya and Ms. Margarita have managed the situation well. As for Ban Ade College, Kaedwen's intelligence department can only arrest the students who were expelled from the college and act as magic spies."

"From being laid off to receiving salary, it was a seamless transition, haha."

"This group of warlock apprentices who can't even graduate are now dragging down the reputation of the entire warlock community. How can spies have a good reputation?"

Berengar shook his head, his expression as if he was telling a joke.

"Not to mention a crappy spy."

"That's all in the past." Lan En waved his hand at the joke and didn't take it seriously. "Before, the academic atmosphere in Ben Ade College was not good because the dean was in poor health and didn't have enough energy to manage, so everyone from top to bottom relaxed. It won't be the case now."

"Just wait a few years, and the quality of Ban Ade's students will catch up with Aretuza's."

Geralt looked up, his face full of surprise: "Hen Gedimitis is in poor health? Never heard of it! This is big news!" Hen Gedimitis's magical attainments, as well as his age, combined make him the oldest warlock among humans.

In fact, it is equivalent to a nuclear weapon in the entire warlock group.

Although he usually doesn't make any noise and doesn't do anything.

But as long as he exists, the warlock group will still be able to maintain a certain superior status vis-à-vis the secular society.

Tishaya is much younger than him, but she already has a profound look down on today's warlocks.

No one knows how terrifying he is, and no one wants to know.

However, judging from the generally complacent perception of contemporary sorcerers, the Henry Gedimitis constructed in their imagination must not be on the same level as the old man in reality.

The news that he had heart problems, when compared to Lan's home world, was probably equivalent to "a certain major country's nuclear weapons being improperly maintained."

Still the only nuclear weapon.

However, when the old man's heart is really in trouble, the news must be kept strictly confidential.

But when he recovered, the news that was supposed to be kept strictly confidential became a joke that could be talked about casually.

Even the attitude of "treating it as a joke" is itself a signal that can be interpreted by others.

"You still know Hen Gedimitis?"

Geralt looked at the young witcher in amazement.

He still remembered that when they were outside the Brokilon Forest, I had shared my experience with him, saying, "The longer you live, the more people you have to know."

Do you know people at this level now? !

"Normally." Lan En waved his hand politely and proudly, "The old man's family is good, but he has some heart problems, so I replaced it with a new one."

The other two demon hunters knew that the boy was showing off, but there was nothing they could do.

Henry Gedimitis, anyone who knows him must show off!
"When will Yennefer and Ciri arrive at Gos Velen?" Lan asked casually. "Will they go through the portal on the day of the meeting? Or will they arrive a few days in advance and stay there first?"

“I don’t know.” Geralt held the wine glass and shook his head. “We haven’t had much communication since we found out someone is in Chashiri.”

"Magic can be eavesdropped on, and the messenger is a living clue. The only letters between the two of us are full of code words and memories."

"That's why I'm waiting here. They might be here tomorrow."

"You stayed a little too long then." Lann reminded Geralt with a frown. "You were able to hide yourself well, probably thanks to the witcher's nomadic lifestyle."

"But you have stayed in Goth Velen too long."

"Now, you can still say that you are staying here for a few more days to catch up with old friends. But stay on."

Lann didn't finish his words, but he believed that Geralt understood what he meant.

If they stay here a while longer, those who are watching Geralt will know that their target is about to arrive in this city.

Geralt frowned himself, looking upset.

Being secretly investigated is a stress that people who have not had this experience cannot imagine.

Hemingway, a living example of an American tough guy, suffered from neurasthenia due to secret investigations and eventually committed suicide by shooting himself.

The harm caused by psychological stress is no less than that caused by physical stress.

"But I can't...can't go too far from here." He said in a tangled tone. "They need protection."

"I didn't ask you to go far." Lan reached out and patted his shoulder. "It just so happens that Berengar is going to my castle to help with something. You know what it is. You can also go over and help."

Halfway through his speech, Lan stared into Geralt's eyes, his eyes conveying an unspoken hint.

At this hint, Geralt immediately remembered that he had once followed Lan to the Order of Embers' base, High Hill Hold.

That was when Lann withdrew the Knights to replenish his own funding chain.

And it was at that time that he learned about the knights' pursuit of the [Trial of Green Grass].

High Hill Castle was indeed not far from Gos Velen, but it was located in a remote area. Moreover, as the residence of the Knights of Embers, it was basically equivalent to Lann's castle.

Safe, enclosed, and suitable.

So Geralt drained his glass of Temerian rye and nodded.
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"Let's not make any mistakes."

In Haji's fortress in the Pontar Valley, King Vizimir of Redania spoke.

He placed his hands on his forehead, pressing his temples.

“We can’t afford to make that mistake again.”

In this room, the others who were sitting at the same table with King Vizimir said nothing.

(End of this chapter)