Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1413 1385. Sudden Killing

There are many magic-blocking gold pendants and decorations scattered around in the castle where the Knights of the White Rose are stationed.

The weight of these things is not large, but they are scattered, so the impact range is large enough.

An ordinary wizard would probably feel so physically nauseous and dizzy just by walking in that he would want to vomit bile, let alone cast spells.

Things like demon-blocking gold are not only expensive but also have low production.

Moreover, these are strategic materials whose supply is rare and controlled in various specific channels.

Even if you have money, you may not be able to buy such a large quantity of magic-blocking gold.

It's basically like this for materials like this. The scattered shipments are not very regulated, but once the shipment volume reaches a certain level, attention will immediately come from all directions.

How could the White Rose Knights get so much magic resistance gold, but there was no news about it in the market. Where did the money come from? Where did they get the supply channels?

On the other hand: various kinds of stun metal are made into inconspicuous small parts, which are then distributed to grassroots personnel and placed in the corners of the castle, such as the keychain in the sentry room.

It is difficult for people who do not have long-term experience in using demonic metal to realize this.

Demon-blocking gold is very expensive. If it were distributed to the people below, their first reaction would probably be to sell it directly for money.

As long as you are not a combatant on the front line of the battlefield and need to face spells directly, who would think that a small piece of demon-blocking gold in your hand is better than a handful of gold coins?
The same goes for the small ornaments and small parts in the castle.

Even the royal palace of Temeria cannot stop the dirty thieves, so how can it be stopped in the castle of the Knights?
The magic-blocking metal hung in an inconspicuous place can be useful for a few days, but after that it should probably be "thrown away".

Lan En was thinking with great interest in his heart, but he did not stop and walked straight towards the open door.

Several people also walked out from inside.

Holding torches and oil lamps, the shiny black cotton armor on his body could reflect the firelight, but one could vaguely make out that it was originally a blue and white cotton armor.

The leader was still sleepy, but he was leading the group with great momentum.

He opened his mouth and asked Lan En as he walked: "Okay, what do you do? What proof do you have?"

But he is full of momentum, and Lan En is even more powerful.

He interrupted the other person without any courtesy or politeness. The witcher walked towards the castle gate as if he was facing a ball of air, without even looking at them.

"This is a matter for Duke Seaward and the Knights. Are you conscripts? Just go and call for help. It's for your own good. Don't ask any more questions. Why do you think I came here alone in the dark at night? So that everyone could see me?"

Strong, cold, and unquestionable.

The conscripts were all too familiar with this tune.

In almost an instant, the momentum of the leader of the conscripted soldiers, who was originally leading a few people, was suppressed.

I don’t even dare to rub my hands on my face after wiping the eye boogers.

He responded hesitantly a few times, and then he really didn't dare to ask more questions. He lowered his head and turned to walk towards the main tower of the castle.

Only after they had walked far away did Lan En's extraordinary hearing pick up a few mutterings floating in the cold wind.

"Wearing a magic cloak at this hour of night, you are insane."

'May you fall off your horse and break your neck.'

'The Duke's dog is also a dog.'

Lan En thought the few curses were as boring and harmless as the cold wind in the evening.

He turned to look at the other people who were brought in by the conscript leader and were now standing in front of him at a loss.

The sentry on the city wall leaned over to the inside of the wall and looked down. In the boring night guard work, this was a rare bit of excitement.

"Where do you conscripts live?" Lan En asked casually, as if to kill time. "Show me."

Those people looked at each other, but they were not suspicious, just nervous.

Finally, someone pursed his lips and said nothing, but just pointed at a few places.

It was a large bungalow built at the base of the castle wall, which was very different from the towers in the castle.

"Will the Knight live with you?"

When he asked this question, Lan En felt a little stupid, but he still asked it to be safe.

The result was exactly as he expected. Those people looked at him as if they thought he was mentally ill, but they still answered in a muffled voice: "No, sir, the knights live in the dormitory in the tower. They are only with us during training."

As he spoke, the man pointed to a large open space where there were several rows of wooden stakes built into the shape of simple humans, archery targets, and weapon racks with rows of spears, swords and other weapons.

Lan En walked over and picked up a longbow, seemingly evaluating the weapon standards of the conscripts.

"Go back to bed, soldier." Lan En said as he gently plucked the bowstring. "Remember to close the door tonight. What the big guys say to each other can sometimes be a problem if the little guys hear it. Do you understand?"

Several people looked at each other, but finally nodded awkwardly: "Yes, sir. We understand!"

As they spoke, they pushed and shoved their way towards the bungalow.

"What the hell are you doing?" A knight put a thick cloak on his back and wrapped it tightly around his chest with both hands. He asked while looking towards the castle courtyard, "Who told you to open the door?"

The leader of the levies just now answered honestly: "He is alone, sir knight. He also said that he is the Duke of Heward's messenger and wants to discuss something." "Prince Heward's messenger?" The White Rose Knight came out to check the situation and pulled the torch of the leader of the levies towards the courtyard. "Why are you here at this time, and you are wearing a magic cloak?"

When talking about the 'magic cloak', due to his identity, this White Rose Knight did not use any adjectives such as 'dirty', 'lowly', 'inferior', etc.

But his disgusted expression made up for it.

"There are too many people and too many eyes." Lan En responded calmly, "If you hadn't been so ostentatious during this period, Duke Seaward wouldn't have gone through so much trouble."

"How many times have you rejected His Majesty Foltest's messenger? Don't you know? The pressure from the court is now on the Duke."

"The Duke has taken on the pressure for you, you should at least give something back, right? Send out troops quickly! At least show Foltest your attitude!"

The information Geralt found in the mountains was perfectly utilized by Lan.

The White Rose Knights used the excuse that "it would take time to mobilize the knights" to evade the request for troops. Lan En only needed a second to imagine all the possible situations.

Who is under pressure? Who is at odds with each other?
Just think about it and you'll have a logical excuse.

"It takes time to gather the troops." The White Rose Knight muttered the same nonsense that he had said many times.

"Our Knights are scattered all over the place, my lord. But if we are given time, we can gather a force strong enough to defeat the Men in Black and bring victory to the Prince and the King!"

His nose was red in the cold wind and his mouth smelled of alcohol. It was obvious that he was still holding the cup before he was called out.

"Let's talk about the future later. I advise you to focus on the present first."

Lan picked up an arrow from the quiver beside the longbow rest and raised it.

"I think these conscripts are well-equipped and have a lot of men. Let's send some of them out first. At least it can be used as a statement."

"Go immediately. Stand by outside the city of Elland. There is already a troop ready to march out there."

"The troops that are preparing to march?" The knight who had just lowered his head to listen to the training suddenly asked, "Is it Baron Zawada's troops? Or Count Gamora's troops?"

"." Lan En, who was holding a bow in one hand and an arrow in the other, was silent for a moment.

The cold wind made the flames on the torches whistle.

The White Rose Knight slowly retracted his hands completely into his cloak.

"I didn't expect that you would become suspicious so quickly in such an emergency and after drinking."

Lan En suddenly asked in a low voice, and the condescending attitude he had just used to hold someone accountable disappeared in an instant.

"Is there something wrong with me?"

"Prince." The White Rose Knight's polite smile turned cold at this time. "In Elland, you have to call Grand Duke Seaward 'Prince', you idiot."

As he spoke, the White Rose Knight gently shook the hem of his cloak at the person next to him, asking him to call for help.

At the same time he himself was preparing to shout out loudly.

But at this moment, the knight heard a rather boring whisper coming from under the 'magic cloak' on the other side.

"I thought only royal relatives were called princes. Is Seaward really trying to establish a relationship with Foltest?"

"But it's nothing."

Lan En raised his arm, and in the process, his cloak was naturally pushed outside his upper arm.

The cloak was pulled to the sides, revealing the scene underneath.

There was no magical darkness, nor was there a normal human body that was obviously incapable of supporting such a large cloak.

The body beneath the cloak is perfectly matched to the size of the cloak itself.

The White Rose Knight's eyes suddenly widened - the magic cloak could not conceal the human body to this extent!

In other words: the height and body shape of the person in front of me are not a visual difference caused by the magic cloak!

——What the fuck is going on?!

"Quit!"

The White Rose Knight wanted to shout "Beware!"

But before his voice began to make any sound, Lan En had already finished his sigh in a low mumble.

"Anyway, there are enough traces left."

There was a faint sound of "whoosh"!

The arrow that was originally between Lan's fingers had already bounced off the bowstring and pierced the knight's throat.

The bow and arrow were drawn very smoothly. Even though Lan En had little experience in using this weapon, it was still very easy to shoot through a person's neck at such a close distance.

The first reaction of people to sudden and unexpected violence and killing is often astonishment, followed by rage or horror.

Just like the leader of the conscripts who was just next to the White Rose Knight, he was obviously stunned for more than a second, and then suddenly screamed!
(End of this chapter)