Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1390 1362. Nonsense
"He has lived too long, so he doesn't have to worry about it. Time will help him cover up all those records."

"Anyway, the result now is this: he suddenly recovered from his heart disease in Aretusa. After recovering, he came out happily, and made a joke of the pain he had been trying to endure before."

At this point, Vizimir frowned regretfully and said, "Why didn't I notice it before? The quality of students at Ban Ade College has been declining for a long time, but I never suspected the reason for his lack of energy."

Henselt, who was standing next to him, glanced coldly at Vizmir.

"Don't point at me here again, Vizimir. We must come to a conclusion today!"

Vizimir apparently regretted his own negligence, but Ban Ader Academy was located within Kaedwen.

Those dropouts who were cleared out of Ben Ade College over the years were all taken away and trained by Kaedwen's intelligence agencies at the school gate to become magic spies.

If Vizmir says he was negligent, doesn't that mean Henselt is blind?
"His heart is already healed anyway. Is there anyone in this world who can dig that healthy heart out of his chest?"

"You're right, his heart disease has healed." Vizimir stopped nagging, "But he has just recovered from a serious illness. So, anyway, he has never really cared about the affairs of the Wizarding Society. He just hangs his name on the platform and attends banquets from time to time."

"Now that his heart disease has healed, he seems to want to focus on educating his students and not getting involved in power struggles. And just like Ms. Tishaya de Vries, even if he wanted to get involved, he would probably be out of date."

"So let's talk about it."

"So, after all, it's still Viggofortz!" Foltest made clear Vizimir's unfinished meaning without any hesitation.

He also made his anger known.

"This wizard is too powerful! I am already annoyed that I am always subject to the plans of Vigfortz and the Wizarding Society! Especially these plans, I am neither familiar with nor understand them! They are all private things that the wizards have secretly come up with."

“But there are ways around it.”

Foltest said, suppressing his anger.

"Gentlemen, what if the Nilfgaardians were the first to strike? Invading Dol Angra? Attacking Aedirn and Lyria? We could arrange to be forthright, faking a minor provocation."

"It was just a minor, uncontrolled border crossing by the Nilfgaardian border troops. By the time a real fight breaks out, the matter will have become so chaotic that it will be impossible to investigate."

"Of course, we will take decisive action, and will gain the sympathy and support of everyone, including Viggo Fortz and all members of the Wizarding Society."

“By the time Emhyr gets the news in the distant Golden Tower City and turns his attention here, it will be too late!”

"There are now a large number of Cintra survivors and refugees, under the banner of Cintra Marshal Visegid, who are gathering near Bruges and want to return to their hometowns that were driven away and burned down all the time."

"Among them, there are 8,000 armed Cintra men alone. Is there a better vanguard than this?"

"They look forward to going home every day. They are not afraid of death, but they are afraid that their death will be meaningless."

"All they need is a signal to fight, a battle cry with follow-up support and plans!"

"Shouting is secondary." Mi Wei said calmly, "The main thing is the follow-up support and plan."

She hit the nail on the head as always.

"Emhyr has eight thousand men stationed along the border who can be mobilized at will. Vissegerd's troops can't even make a splash if they attack them."

Demavi held up his beer glass and drank as he spoke, his voice muffled in the glass and causing an echo.

"Isn't there Lan from Cintra? Let him."

"Are you sure you want to send him out right away?" The originally calm queen suddenly turned around and asked sternly. "Are you sure you want this small conflict at the beginning to escalate the intensity of the war?"

Demawi was silent, but Mi Wei was still questioning him.

"Are you sure you remember the way your soldiers, my soldiers, and all of our soldiers looked at him after the Battle of Sodden Mountain?"

"It's hard to imagine, Demawi. Do you want to see your soldiers kneeling before you again? Don't you think you are scared enough?"

"Miwei is right," Henselt said solemnly, "In fact, it would be best if we didn't have to use Lann from Cintra this time. Anyway, I am really trembling in my heart."

"Visserkid doesn't have enough troops." Mi Wei turned her head back, brushed aside the issue, and continued with the previous topic, "Unless we truly show our intention to support and have a complete plan, he won't let his people go to die."

"More importantly, Vissegid is still waiting for the young lion of Cintra." "Karanthe's granddaughter escaped the massacre. Someone claimed to have seen such a person in the refugee group. But then, she mysteriously disappeared."

"The people of Cintra have been looking for her. They need royal blood to sit on the throne they will reclaim. The blood of Calanthe."

Mi Wei emphasized.

"That's all nonsense." Foltest frowned. "It's been more than two years since the end of the war. If there's still no news about the child, it's almost certain that he's dead."

"We can also forget those unfounded fantasies. Calanthe and her bloodline no longer exist. Cintra can never be restored to the form the lioness had in her lifetime. Of course, these words cannot be said to the people of Cintra."

"In other words, you plan to send the Cintra guerrillas to die?" Mi Wei narrowed her eyes, "Let them fight to the front line, but don't tell them that even if Cintra is reborn, it will only become your vassal state?"

"You want us to attack Cintra for your benefit? Foltest, you just took Soden and Brugge into your hands in the last war, and sharpened your minions in Verden. Now you are targeting Cintra, right?"

"Admit it, Foltest," Henselt snapped. "Is this what you're trying to incite us to do?"

"Nonsense." The King of Temeria shook his head indifferently. "You make it seem like I'm an ambitious conqueror who dreams of building an empire."

"Soden and Bruge were taken into my hands? The king of Soden was my mother's half-brother. After his death, the Soden Kingdom handed the crown to his relative, that is, me. Is there anything wrong with this in terms of law and morality? Blood is thicker than water!"

"King Wenslav of Bruges paid tribute to me, but he was still the ruler of a country. He did this only because he was scared. After all, when the weather was clear, he could even see the black-bottomed golden sun flag flying on the gun barrels on the other side of the city wall!"

"It's better this way." Mi Wei said as if it had nothing to do with her. "The royal family of Cintra has no blood relationship with you, and they will not accept the status of a vassal state."

"Yes." Vizimir responded, "Cintra must be a free country, free and powerful. It must be a steel gate to defend against Nilfgaard, not a scorched earth!"

"How can we rebuild a Cintra like that?" Foltest snorted coldly, "Their royal family is extinct!"

"But no matter what, the people of Cintra will not accept an outsider sitting on the throne." Mi Wei laughed, "Even a foreign regent will not do. Forcible rule will only lead to betrayal."

"Vissekid will still be the vanguard at that time, but at that time, he will receive assistance from Emperor Emhyr of the Southern Empire."

“Emhyr will say the same thing you did at the war council: Let the Cintrians lead the charge. We’re fighting the Northerners this time.”

"He knows, Mivi." Vizimir sneered at the side, "Foltest knows it very well. That's why he went to such great lengths to find the lion cub of Cintra. Don't you understand? Blood is thicker than water."

"The crown can be obtained through intermarriage. It is a fertile girl. Just force her to marry."

"Are you crazy?!" King Temeria's lips twitched in anger. "The lion cub is dead! I didn't send anyone to look for her! Even if she was still alive, I... I have no interest in forcing a little girl to do that kind of thing!"

"You don't have to force it." Mi Wei showed a charming smile, "You are a king, and you are young and strong, tall and handsome, my relative. There are many women who want to open their legs and have your children. The lion cub is just a little girl. She is easy to deal with, isn't it?"

"That's what he plans to do," Demawi laughed. "When we start our hard work to attack the south bank of the Yaruga River, he will find the girl, win her heart, and make her pregnant."

"Then Cintra stood up again, and the pregnant girl sat on the throne, her bloodline from Calanthe was pure. Not only was she a queen, but she was also given a king."

Foltest's face turned pale and red with anger: "What you are saying here is meaningless!"

"In my opinion, it means a lot!" Vizimir said coldly, "Because I know, Henselt knows, and you know, that someone is eagerly looking for that girl. Foltest, who is that person?"

"Visegide, a Cintrian." The Temeria king crossed his arms. "Is this even worth considering?"

"No, it's not them." Vizmir denied without hesitation, "It's someone else!"

"That man leaves a trail of corpses in his wake. He will not hesitate to bribe, blackmail, torture, or silence people. Let me ask, which of you has a man named Reens?"

The old king looked around, looked at the expressions of others, and finally nodded himself.

"Okay, I can tell from your expressions that you either really don't know about this or you don't want to admit it, the result is the same."

"Then I will remind you again: someone is looking for Calanthe's bloodline, and the way he is looking for it is so violent that it makes people worry. I want to ask, who is looking for her?"

"We have painstakingly made plans to conquer Cintra. But after conquering it, what should this kingdom do? Don't let people who don't know the details come out and take advantage of it."

(End of this chapter)