Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1392 1364. Internal Affairs [Laruiman]

"That's a pretty fair calculation, Foltest."

Demavi said in a gloomy tone.

"But isn't there a way?" Foltest insisted, "to restore Cintra to its place between the north and the south without staining our hands with the blood of an innocent little girl?"

"You don't know him, but when we really start to implement this plan, there will be plenty of time to contact him."

"One step slow, every step slow." Vizmir picked up his glass and said meaningfully, "What kind of first friend you make is crucial to a person's influence."

"And is he really fit to be a king? I heard that he often disappears for long periods of time without a trace or news. No one can find him, not even his sorceress lovers."

"Let alone the king, if the mayor of any city disappears for ten days or half a month, the city will not be able to bear it."

"Rumor has it that he wanted to go to the Dragon Mountains to fight monsters, and ended up dying there." Henselt stretched his head, pretending that he knew nothing. "Why, another rumor this time? Is he back?"

"He always disappears for a long time, then suddenly appears, and fights like a hero in a fairy tale. Ha, do you think this guy is really the one who signed a pact with the devil as rumored?"

"Every time you disappear, is it to fulfill an agreement? You can only come back after you finish the work or something?"

Henselt laughed, as if jokingly, but no one else present smiled.

Demavi and Vizimir looked down at their beer glasses, as if a graceful beauty was outlined in the yellow beer foam.

Mi Wei fiddled with her fingers.

"A group of sinister villains who have been unable to sit still for a long time and have taken action. "

Henselt was smiling on his face, and in his heart he was also smiling, but the smile in his heart had grown colder.

In fact, as early as two years ago after the war ended, they all knew it clearly: no one could sit still.

With combat power at the level of dominating the battlefield, none of them could sit still.

At first, the Nilfgaardians, with their god-like command ability, defeated the Northern Alliance, and then the Nilfgaardians were in turn defeated by a group of knights led by one man.

How could the Northern Army, which was at the bottom of the combat effectiveness sequence at the time, not be anxious and have no sense of crisis?

It's just that today, the domestic situation has forced them to export pressure. The two years of recuperation and some progress have given them more confidence to take action.

That's why we have this secret meeting today.

"Then I don't know." Foltest said calmly, "Just like I don't know how we can get him to go to the battlefield again if we don't hand the girl over to the Lord Hunter."

"We were talking here before, as if he would follow us without a doubt as long as we attacked Cintra."

"If we attack Cintra, it will involve him. I am right." Foltest nodded, "But the premise of what I said just now is that after we really conquer Cintra, it will not become ours."

"Do you really think he is just a reckless thug? Ask a reckless thug to demonstrate his command at Sodden Mountain two years ago!"

"Don't even think about making it. At least you can find someone who can memorize his chain of command. That person is a talent after all!"

Foltest looked at Henselt, who smiled awkwardly.

"We conquered Cintra, and that was also to regain his territory, wasn't it?" Vizimir came to the rescue, "He is a great noble in exile in Cintra, with legitimate legal principles, but he has no fiefdom."

"Our actions can make him live up to his reputation."

"But does he care about living up to his reputation?" Foltest asked immediately. "I gave him a fiefdom in Temeria as the headquarters of the Knights. It's not a big place, but it's still a fiefdom after all."

"But do you know how many times he has been there in the past two years? How many times has he taken a look?"

"I have never seen a feudal noble who cares so little about his territory. Besides."

Foltest said grimly.

"If he really was fighting for fiefdom and fame, I think his actions and performance in the war two years ago might have been very different."

“Can Emhyr offer no more than the dead Calanthe and her mere chamberlain, Hakesall?”

As Foltest looked around, the kings fell silent again.

After a long time, Queen Mi Wei's voice sounded again.

".No matter what, I can't forget the look in the eyes of those soldiers on the battlefield of Sodden Mountain. I even dream about it in the past two years."

"We are fighting against the Nilfgaard Empire, but I don't want a new empire to rise up just because of fighting against Nilfgaard."

This is almost absurd.

The birth of an empire depends not only on the population, but also on the terrain, current situation, talents, systems, products, customs and culture. Only when these comprehensive qualities are in place can it be considered to have the basic conditions to become an empire and have the opportunity to grow.

Without these conditions, the limit is basically set.

Given Sintra's current rigid conditions, as well as its location and terrain, sandwiched between the north and the south, it is simply impossible for it to rise.

As the kings said, 'going back to the old days, when the Lioness of Cintra was alive' would be the greatest luck and the best future that Cintra could hope for.

It is hard to say whether it can become an independent kingdom again.

Don’t idiots care about the Basic Law and logic when they dream?

But for some reason, when Mi Wei whispered this question, all the kings present subconsciously did not regard this as the ravings of a fool.

They each looked away implicitly and naturally, with a tacit understanding.

"Find the person first. We can't let that dangerous person named Reans, whose origins are unknown, find him first." After a moment's silence, Henselt said in a muffled voice.

"I support the plan to attack Cintra." Demave continued as if nothing had happened.

"But don't expect Aedirn to send a lot of troops. I have things going on in my country. I can't promise to wipe out the Scoia'tael in six months."

"The Scoia'tael in Aedirn are too difficult to deal with, and they are getting more difficult."

"What kind of help can an unstable Aedirn provide?" Vizimir frowned. "This is too passive, Demavi. Otherwise, we will help you first."

"I beg you, Vizimir, don't continue talking." The King of Aedirn interrupted the other party in a bad mood.

"This is Aedirn's internal affairs. Don't even think about interfering!"

"Let me be frank. I do have to be wary of Nilfgaard, but there's no need for us to pretend to be on good terms with each other. What do you think?"

"I contributed less, but I will also get less benefits after conquering Cintra. But you better just focus on Cintra during this period, okay?"

Demawi put his beer glass on the table, showing his bottom line.

But is this really the bottom line, or is he just bluffing?

no one knows.

'He hasn't let greed get the better of him.'

Vizmir's expression remained unchanged, but he felt a little regretful in his heart.

"Of course." As the oldest and most prestigious king, Vizimir was the first to speak up. "That is Aedirn's internal affairs. Unless you speak up, anyone who interferes will be regarded as an attack and invasion, right?"

Demave nodded silently and started drinking beer again.

Rain began to fall in the Pontar Valley, hitting the windows, and the wind howled among the towers of the Haji Fortress.

The kings fell silent.
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"Yes." Lan En was in the crystal cultivation laboratory of Aretuza College, holding a data report that Felicia had just given him for review, and nodded up and down.

"Yes, that's it. I provided the data requirements. If you follow this, the final product will be correct."

He repeated his affirmation again, and this affirmation made Felicia in front of him couldn't help but cheer a little.

In the past, she just mechanically received the data passed by Lan En and acted as a tool responsible for executing the experiment.

But this time, she was personally involved in some of the design process.

Convert Lan's planning requirements for organ culture into parameters that need to be achieved in the experiment.

This means that she is about to master the current crystal cultivation technology.

At this point, at least there should be no problem in letting her independently "make" a set of normal human organs.

The requirements for the organ that Lan En gave her were the same as always. She had no idea of ​​its deep inner functions. She could only vaguely imagine what the finished product would look like after cultivation based on her current knowledge.

It is a small organ similar to the liver, connected to a complex system of blood vessels.

The parchment scroll containing the initial data and Felicia's draft paper of the calculation process were all destroyed under Lan's supervision.

He didn't look away until all the complete information disappeared from the amber cat's eyes.

[Laraman Organ], the next stage of Space Marine transformation surgery.

Once this organ is implanted in the body and begins to participate in physiological processes, it will secrete a unique type of cell, the 'platelets'.

It has similar functions to the 'platelets' in ordinary human blood, but its efficiency is completely different.

It can even form scabs and seal wounds as large as a severed limb at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Prevent blood loss and environmental contamination.

It is a transformation and enhancement in the Space Marine's enhanced surgery sequence that can greatly improve battlefield survivability.

But seeing how Lan En dared to give part of the data of this organ to Felicia for study and improvement, we know that this modified organ is not very important to him.

To be honest: before he officially started the Space Marine transformation surgery, he dared to perform open-heart surgery on himself.

Finally it worked!

His body's recovery ability, as of now, is already more exaggerated than that of most complete Space Marines.

The witcher's highly toxic potions, the unusually abundant and full [Belisarius Furnace] in his body, and under his skin, a layer of bio-alloy cables made from a mixture of Nergigante thorns and Valyrian steel.

Before, the breath of Smaug had burned off the skin of one of his arms, but the dragon was still struggling and was not even dead yet.

His hand grew back.

Therefore, he didn't care too much about the ability of the [Lariman Organ] to seal wounds super-quickly and form blood scabs and scar tissue.

If the order of the surgical procedures had not required it, he would even have wanted to skip this item.

But on the other hand, precisely because the surgical procedure has certain requirements in terms of sequence, he can use this organ as a buffer to plan for the next organ strengthening issue.

The next step of the [Laraman Organ] is the [Neural Node].

(End of this chapter)