Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1397 1369. Gang Adian
Listening to Lincoln's uncertain statement, Lan did not blame him.

As mentioned before, although Dudu in Novigrad has reached cooperation with several idle wizards, it can be used for magical messaging.

But now the situation in the whole world is like a pot of boiling water on the verge of boiling. Every magical message that is transmitted quickly in the air is intercepted and eavesdropped by unknown people or forces in secret.

As a result, even though there are magical means of sending messages, we still have to rely more on traditional methods such as messengers and carrier pigeons.

Until there is greater development in the confidentiality and stable transmission of magic communication technology, this situation is unlikely to change in the foreseeable future.

It took quite some time for the news from Novigrad to reach High Hill Castle.

What's more, the information is transmitted in a circuitous way, encrypted and obfuscated.

The low communication efficiency caused by the distance in space is the biggest problem faced by mankind, even in the human empire that has already set foot into the starry sea, and it is the only one.

Lincoln's words did not cause much psychological fluctuation in Lan.

The Dark Alley Gang is, after all, just a gang, and its organizational form is destined to make most of its members a bunch of scum.

Two-faced, greedy for money, and forgetful of the pain once the wound has healed. These are the collective characteristics of gang members.

"I've talked to Francis since the days when we reached a cooperation agreement. Eventually, the Dark Alley Gang will still have to be reorganized into an independent company, or a department within the company."

"What's the future of being in a gang? You're blinded by the money you make. After all, there are too many idiots in the Alley Gang who only know how to act tough on the streets. Francis is too slow in educating and reforming them. A dog will always eat shit."

Lan En spoke more speechlessly than being angry.

Cut off the funding channels and personnel appointments of the Dark Alley Gang, and finally reorganize it into a corporate department.

Lan En has mentioned this to Dudu and Francis. They are all smart people and can fully understand this development trend.

What made Lan En helpless was that after he came back this time, the report still mentioned the "Dark Alley Gang", which seemed to be two parallel lines with his other businesses in Novigrad. They did not reach a cooperation, but remained clearly separated.

Although he also knew that reorganizing a gang with internal chaos and mostly low-quality members into a more orderly form would be a slow process, he had only been away for half a year and would definitely not be able to finish the work.

But this matter can't be without any signs of beginning, right?

"Pa pa," Geralt, who was sitting on a chair against the wall, clapped and teased with a blank face as usual.

He tilted his head as if he was talking to Berengar next to him, but his voice was deliberately amplified so that everyone could hear it.

"Look! They start talking like 'gang members are all dogs that can't change their eating shit'. In the past, we had to be polite when we met the gang leaders."

Berengar nodded in agreement.

Lan En was even more speechless now. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the two sarcastic old demon hunters sitting in the seats.

"You're being polite to the gang leader because you don't want to cause trouble. You also want to get information and money from him. Don't act like you can't beat them, White Wolf. As for you, Berengar. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, you might really need to be more polite to others."

Berengar, who had just nodded sarcastically, froze in his expression, and at the same time pulled the chair under his butt and moved away from Geralt.

With just one sentence, the two old witchers who had just teamed up to tease him had internal conflicts.

"Okay, there's no need to waste too much time on unimportant things." After joking with his friends, Lan seemed much more relaxed. He raised his eyes and looked at Lincoln.

"Now, we can talk about the really important things. You know what I'm talking about, Lincoln."

The young clerk nodded, and he reached out and pulled out a key from the spine of the large notebook hanging across his body like a crossbody bag.

When handing the key to Lan, the roaring bear head pendant on the demon hunter's neck vibrated slightly.

This is a magic key that opens a magic lock.

From the bottom of the safe in the office, Lincoln pulled out a small box, which was the thing that matched the magic key.

"A magic safe made by Aretuza." Lincoln pushed the small box in front of Lan En, and pointed at the lunch box-like thing as he took his hand back. "It's so small, but it cost 3,300 Orens."

"Since it needs to be kept confidential, then don't worry about it so much." Lan En said indifferently as he inserted the key.

Inside the small box was a stack of not-so-thick documents. This was the magic of information and intelligence. Even if the value of this stack of papers was multiplied by dozens of times, it would still not be worth an Oren. But as long as something was written on it, it was worth using a box worth more than 3,000 Orens to protect it.

The document itself seemed to be some kind of standard account book or notebook, but the emblem printed on the cover was not the Temeria white lily commonly seen in the Velen region.

Instead, it is a golden and red mountain-shaped pattern on a black background.

This is the emblem of the kingdom of Aedirn.

This should be the notebook used by the government officials of Aedirn, but now it appears in Lan's hands.

"Can't you change to a less conspicuous notebook?" Lan En complained as he took out the document and flipped through it quickly as before. "This thing is too obvious to be sent here."

"No, sir." Lincoln said with reason, "Although the Aedirn army didn't gain any advantage, they are still mainly engaged in guerrilla warfare. It is not easy to find a notebook to write."

The texts sent from Aedirn are still mainly intelligence and account books.

About the Scoia'tael forces formed by Sakia and Iorveth, and the peasant uprising in Aedirn.

To this day, the conversation between Lan, Sakia and Iorveth in the elven ruins where the [Lord of the Mist Nest] Tyrannosaurus was killed is gradually being pushed forward to the point of becoming a reality.

Sakia and Iorveth tried hard to rid their troops of the radical and anti-human reputation of the Scoia'tael.

After all, according to Lann and Iorveth's opinion, they must unite the majority of humanity in order to make the cause of racial equality successful.

The name of the Squirrel Party only has deterrent effect, but it has no sense of unity at all.

But for some reason, when they found the peasant uprising army that had been surrounded and suppressed on the land of Aedirn, those humans seemed to hope that they were the Squirrel Party.

They tried hard to explain that they were not Scoia'tael, but others seemed quite disappointed.

So the scale of the Aedirn army killing the peasant rebels is much larger than the scale of the Scoia'tael's indiscriminate attacks on humans?
As a result, the Scoia'tael came looking for win-win cooperation. Before they could even start selling the simple theoretical framework of racial equality established by Lan and Iorveth, the peasant uprisings in Aedirn were ready to welcome them wholeheartedly just because they were good at killing humans!

In this situation that even Lan was stunned, and in the context of Aedirn suppressing peasant uprisings almost every year, the deterrent attribute of the name of Scoia'tael actually magically encompassed the "unity" that Sakia, Iorveth and others pursued.

What can Lan En say? He can only say that only after carrying out field work can one truly understand the complex realities of the local situation.

And—Demavy is indeed a damn bastard.

However, when Saskia, Iorveth and others were able to establish basic mutual trust with the human peasant uprising army beyond imagination due to the suppression of Aedirn, some problems that had been expected began to emerge.

Some of the non-human races under Iorveth still discriminate against human farmers, and even implicitly inflict violence out of hatred.

The same is true for the human side.

Lan acknowledged the legitimacy of the peasant uprising, but at the same time, his education had taught him the limitations of such a movement.

At least from the news sent by Iorveth, Lan En could feel that small groups had begun to split within the rebel army.

These leaders who rebelled with passion and fear of a hard life, after achieving some success in fighting against the Aedirn army, immediately became foresighted and aimless, and immersed themselves in their current achievements.

According to Iorveth's own investigation, some of them have already privately contacted certain people in the court of Aedirn.

This is just a big problem in the general direction. For example, human farmers are also discriminating against non-human races. The frequency of minor frictions between the two groups is increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a major conflict is about to brew.

"I can't suppress this conflict, Lan."

The former Scoia'tael guerrilla commander, now a 'friend of the Aedirn human peasant uprising', said so in the message.

"I am an elf. My race will only make things more chaotic the more I speak out on this matter. And Sakia is still experiencing and growing. She can't handle these things yet. This is not the place where she should waste her prestige. That prestige has more important uses."

"The one we all know!"

"So I must ask for your help now. For the sake of our common goals and ideals, now is the time to do as we agreed."

"I ask you to send strong external intervention and supervision to ensure that in this fragile and small group, the trend of discrimination is curbed at an early stage."

(End of this chapter)