Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1412 1384. Open the door

That afternoon, Lan En put on a hooded cloak and got back on Qilin's horse.

Qilin was not allowed to go out these days because Lan En asked that "everything in Gaoqiu Castle should remain normal."

So now that he can go out for a run, Lan En can feel that he is still very happy.

Run all the way from the southern wilderness of Velen to the Duchy of Elland in the northeastern corner of Temeria.

The journey, which spans almost the entirety of Temeria, is a suitable walk for Qilin.

Of course, this is a run that it can complete within three hours. If the time is extended and the speed is slowed down, it may not even be possible for a walk for this ancient dragon of the New World.

"Whoosh!"

A puff of hot air blew out of its moist nostrils, and the Qilin shook its head, causing the wide silk rune cloth covering it and its pale mane to sway.

Qilin, who had stretched his muscles a little by running all the way, felt quite refreshed.

This time they traveled through remote and uninhabited areas, and Qilin's mobility completely ignored the obstacles of the terrain.

Lan En's body was subsequently strengthened many times, and his tolerance to Qilin's speed became stronger and stronger.

It's completely different from when we first started traveling with Qilin.

So in the morning, Geralt hurriedly told Lann the results of the investigation. At noon, Lann injected the potion into the five Embers Knights. In the afternoon, he had already arrived in the territory of the Principality of Elland.

There aren't many things in this world that move this efficiently.

The wizards' portals are certainly very efficient, but now the fluctuations of the portals are basically monitored in secret, and no one can expect to appear anywhere unexpectedly.

And what about the next best way to move?
Perhaps it was the magic carpet that some wizards from Zerricania or Orphiel used to use.

Excluding the magic flying props that Lan En has not seen yet, the rest are directly downgraded to ordinary horses.

The extraordinary power has caused the mobility efficiency of people of various identities in this magical Middle Ages to be so different that it can be called a generational gap.

The wizards used teleportation technology, so even if a cross-continental teleportation error was caused by a magical accident, it would only be a slightly more laborious long-distance journey for them.

People with special power and money can force mages to do things and get on board.

The rest are really using medieval methods of movement. Those who can move dozens of kilometers beyond their living area in their lifetime are considered knowledgeable people.

Except for some unique monsters that have not even been discovered by humans, no one has ever seen the speed and efficiency of the Qilin under normal conditions.

Lan En had never let Qilin show himself.

Even the intelligence organization that had been keeping an eye on him only knew, when he went to Novigrad before, that he now had a horse that was always hidden under magical harness, tall and strong beyond imagination.

There is also a suspected 'kitty-cat wandering outside the rare species sanctuary'.

But they had never seen the incredible speed of Qilin.

There is no way to prepare or plan for something you have never seen.

No one could have imagined that the witcher, who had already performed so abnormally on the battlefield, could appear in the Principality of Elland outside Velen within a few hours without involving the warlock.

"Don't let anyone see this, Qilin."

After getting off the horse, Lan En habitually patted Gu Long's strong neck, making a heavy "bang bang" sound.

"Huff~" Qilin shook his head and exhaled a puff of hot air.

'What are you thinking about? Can I be seen?'

The meaning conveyed by the variant of [Yaxi Seal] seemed very disdainful.

Lan En didn't care.

Even at the speed of a Qilin walking, ordinary people would not be able to see it clearly if they suddenly saw it running past their field of vision. The probability of seeing it as a floating demon spirit is much higher than seeing it as a majestic horse.

However, Lan En still pouted and pressed his frizzy hair down again.

He looked with a bit of resentment at the rows of sharp spikes growing out from under the skin on the shoulder joints and hind hip joints of the Qilin's body.

The high-energy crystal-like sharp corners easily broke through the protection of the silk rune cloth and magic harness, and poked out amid the violent turbulence of the fast run.

As a result, halfway through the journey, Lan En began to feel annoyed by the static electricity generated by Qilin.

"Didn't Margarita say she'd change the style of your harness?"

The demon hunter complained.

Fortunately, Lan En is not a normal person, otherwise, even if Qilin lowered the intensity of the current, the electric current on its back would be enough to shock a person.

".Shh~"

Qilin's eyes rolled up, as if recalling a past.

'.It seems that I haven't been back since you went out to play by yourself last time.'

Very good, Lan En, what else can you say?

Qilin seldom went back, so he didn't even have time to measure the size or modify the style of the magic harness for Margarita.

The demon hunter silently raised his fist, and with a loud bang, he hit the Qilin on the head!

Gu Long's head swung out on the horse's slender neck like a pendulum, wood chips flew everywhere, and a "crack" broke a tree as thick as a bowl next to it.

But the Qilin, which had been hit by a punch, was extremely agile and rushed out in the direction of the head's shaking, running away happily.

As he ran, he made the provocative clicking sound of a horse's tongue: "Pulu Pulu!"

For Qilin and Lan En, a blow of this force was just a piece of cake.

After waiting for the Qilin to run away, the witcher turned around and looked at a castle not far away.

On the castle wall, flags hung from the upright gun barrels fluttered in the wind. One side was the white rose emblem of Temeria, the other was the flag of the Principality of Elland, and the last one was a white rose blooming on a fiery red background.

The relaxed expression on Lan En's face, which was just now playing with his friends, slowly disappeared. A cold and hard temperament covered his face.
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As autumn progresses, the daytime hours are becoming shorter and shorter.

The roar of the rushing Pontar River cannot be heard here, but the dampness and coldness can be felt far away.

Nowadays, at night, people can briefly emit white mist when they exhale.

Similarly, people begin to feel sleepy much earlier.

"Stop!" A sniffling soldier leaned out from the battlements of the castle's gate tower and shouted, "Who are you? State your identity and your purpose! Quick!"

After shouting outside the castle gate, he shouted angrily towards the bottom of the gate.

"Wake up the fucking hell! Someone's coming!"

After a shout from the people above, the light of candles and the flickering of human figures could be seen from an observation hole on the wall near the city gate.

In the sentry room, a soldier, whose helmet was almost tilted from his sleep, revealing his greasy and tangled hair, approached the observation hole cursing.

It was dark at night and the observation hole was small, so I couldn't use candlelight to illuminate the outside clearly.

There was only a dark shadow in his eyes.

"Sniff~" He first sniffed his nose, and then prepared to ask a question.

But then
"A keychain of demon-blocking metal?" An interested voice came from the dark shadow outside the observation hole. "It seems that you have indeed received a large amount of funding."

The soldier, who was originally confused, suddenly widened his eyes at this moment!
This is the biological instinct beginning to concentrate, but it is already too slow.

In the darkness outside the observation hole, a hand wearing bone-white armor suddenly stretched out!
The violent and abrupt movement even caused a sharp and short sound of breaking through the air!
With a "hiss", the gauntlet poked into the observation hole and grasped the soldier's neck, which was already covered with black wrinkles.

There was no struggle, because he was unable to react in time and his strength was simply not at the same level.

The scream was stuck in his throat, his face turned red but no sound came out.

He swiftly threw the keychain made of magic-blocking gold a little further into the sentry room. Then a cold white magical light suddenly emerged from the darkness for a moment, but at that moment, it was covered by the wide cloak.

[Yaxi Fayin]

The interference of demon metal to demon hunters is far less than that to warlocks. This is due to the difference in the casting principles of the two.

After the keychain hanging on the sentry's body was thrown away, he was suddenly strangled to the point of almost unconsciousness. He had no resistance to the [Yaxi Seal].

"Your identity."

The large hand in bone-white armor slowly retracted into the darkness outside the observation hole.

"The Knights of the White Rose. Recruiting conscripts."

There were no hands around his neck, and the soldier now had lifeless eyes as he responded blankly.

The collar and cuffs of his cotton armor had turned black and shiny, and there was not even a piece of iron hanging on the entire piece of armor. This shabby equipment was indeed in line with the identity of a conscripted soldier.

"How long have you been recruiting?"

"One.month."

"Tsk."

Hearing the sentry's answer, Lan En clicked his tongue in displeasure.

As conscripts who have only been here for a month, these people cannot be said to have much to do with the Knights of the White Rose.

He'll have to be careful when he takes action later.

"Hey! What are you two whispering about?!" A questioning voice came from the city wall, "Answer me! Who are you? Otherwise I will shoot you with a bow and arrow!"

There was a flickering fire above. The guards on duty were lying on the battlements with torches in their hands, looking down, trying to use the firelight to see what was going on below.

Lan En simply raised his cat eyes, which were glowing slightly under his hood, and continued to ask without any anxiety.

"Are all the knights in the castle?"

"In most of them."

"Where are they?"

"The main tower, we live in the shack."

When asked this, a satisfied arc gradually appeared under the shadow of the hood.

The flames on the city wall above were flickering more and more rapidly.

"Tell him to open the gate, soldier. I'm alone here, so come up with a reason. How about using your imagination?"

Lan took a step back and looked at the castle gate through the observation hole. He even spoke in a relaxed tone.

The drowsy soldier muttered to himself before shouting back, "Open the door!"

"You two have been talking to each other for so long that you are telling me this nonsense? If you don't tell me your identity, I won't open your asshole! Do you want your anus to be opened?"

There were some vulgar shouts of curses coming from above, but the sentry himself was very calm, as if he was used to it.

"He seems to be sent by Duke Seaward. Why are you afraid of just one person?"

"What do you mean by 'seem'? I don't want to be beaten! Explain clearly!"

"I only have a fucking candle in my hand. What can I see through the observation hole? Anyway, the badge is like that. Open the door quickly."

A tall, quiet figure in a hooded cloak stood in front of the castle gate. Amid the creaking sound of bearings turning, the fire behind the gate was squeezed into a vertical line by the gap in the door and fell on the wide cloak.

Lan En moved his shoulders and wrists, and walked straight forward without waiting for the door to open completely.

(End of this chapter)