Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1423 1395. Small Friction

"I have some expenses to take care of, Morna."

The sorceress said lightly.

"But considering that if I use my Vivaldi Bank account, I'm afraid someone will break their neck because of drunkenness, so."

"Yennefer," the dwarf banker interrupted her immediately, "You can borrow as much as you want from me. It's been a long time since the inhuman genocide in Vengerberg. Maybe even you have forgotten it."

"But I will never forget what you did in that massacre. No one in the Giancardi family will ever forget. Just tell me a number. Just a number."

Lan opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, Ciri beneath him grabbed the edge of his cloak and shook her head at him.

Ciri also knew that this witcher was a wealthy man who didn't care about money.

But one thing is for sure, the girl and the sorceress have been together for a long time, and she is quite aware that this powerful sorceress would probably not accept the money given to her in the name of "help".

Yennefer would even consider it a contempt.

It would be much easier to get a loan from the bank, because Yennefer was not short of money, she just didn't want others to see the flow of funds in her account.

"One thousand five hundred Temerian Auren," the sorceress said decisively, "transfer it to the branch of the Zion Vanilli Bank in Elland, and the recipient is the Temple of Meliteli."

"Leave it to me. This is a smart way to transfer the money. Donations to the temple are tax-free. What else?"

"How much tuition does Aretusa College charge each year now? I haven't had any graduates for a long time, and I haven't paid attention to this aspect."

Ciri listened.

But before Morna could respond, Lan En, who was leaning against the wall, spoke in an orderly manner.

"The current tuition fee is 1,200 kronor per year, and the miscellaneous fees will add another 200 kronor."

Yennefer turned around in her armchair.

I have to say that the waist curve of this sorceress is very eye-catching when she turns around.

She looked at the witcher with a raised eyebrow in surprise, as if she had not expected that he would know so much about Aretuza's apprenticeship tuition.

Lan En waved his hand and said, "Don't look at me like that. I have a good relationship with an apprentice in the academy. She always complains to me that she has to work part-time as a hairdresser to earn some pocket money."

Yennefer complained, "The price is rising really fast now."

"Everything is getting more expensive now, but fortunately the tuition fees allow apprentices to live like queens." Morna sighed, "Half of the city depends on their consumption to support them, including the candy merchants, tailors, shoemakers, and peddlers."

"I know, Morna. Although I took out a loan to go to school, I also enjoyed these benefits. Please transfer 2,000 kronor to the school account for me, anonymously, and add a note."

Having said this, Yennefha paused, turned her head thoughtfully, and happened to see the witcher who was looking at her with his hands spread out.

The sorceress smiled and said, "No, no need for a PS, Morna. I have someone here who can talk to the dean directly behind closed doors."

The dwarf banker pretended not to understand and just took out a piece of paper and scribbled on it with a quill pen.

"Okay, okay. Yennefer, is that all?"

"Give me another three hundred Novigrad crowns, in cash. I need at least three sets of dresses for the gathering on Thanedd Island."

Three hundred crowns for three sets of dresses. These dresses are more expensive than the best armor.

Needless to say, the sorceress positioned these skirts not as clothes but as luxury goods.

"Why do you need cash? I'll write you a draft for five hundred crowns. Imported fabrics are going up in price lately, and you don't wear wool or linen. If you need anything else, or if any of Aretuza's would-be apprentices need anything else, my shop and warehouse are always at your service."

"Thank you. What percentage of interest do you think would be appropriate?"

"Interest?" The dwarf looked up. "Your interest has already been prepaid to the Giancardi family, Yennefer. It's in Vengerberg. Don't mention it again."

"I don't like to be in debt, Morna."

"So am I. But I am a businessman, a dwarf businessman. I know what duty is and its value. So I repeat: don't mention it again. I will do whatever you ask, even those you haven't asked yet."

Yennefer raised an eyebrow.

"A witcher whom I consider family," Giancardi said with a smile, "recently visited Dorian. I heard that he owed a moneylender a hundred crowns. And that moneylender happens to work for me. I will cancel his debt."

The sorceress's face turned cold: "Don't do anything unnecessary, Morna. I'm afraid he doesn't care about me anymore. If he knew about this, he might even hate me. After all, we all know how much he values ​​his self-esteem."

Lan En was puzzled after hearing this. He lowered his head to look at Ciri and silently gestured with his mouth: Are they having friction again?
The girl also opened her mouth wide to highlight her mouth shape: I don’t know! Anyway, it’s pretty bad!
The complicated relationship between Geralt and Yennefer is a long-lasting topic of conversation among their friends.

Every time the pain point is hit, the white wolf will be frustrated for a while.

Before Lann appeared, the true love between the witcher and the sorceress, apart from lust, was a rare sight.

But even though Yennefer looked unhappy, she still asked again: "When did he go to Dorian City?"

"About a month and a half. Then someone saw him in the small swamp. It was said that he went from there to Helenton, and several farmers commissioned him to do some work. As usual, they asked him to kill some monsters." Morna seemed to be very familiar with the situation where Yennefer continued to ask questions after being stubborn, and he spoke in an orderly manner.

"They'll pay him peanuts, as usual."

Yennefer's tone changed slightly, but it still carried that unique sarcasm.

"As usual, this is not enough to cover his medical expenses. Everything remains the same. Mornar, if you really want to do something for me, try this: contact the farmers in Helendon and increase the wages so that he can live."

"Everything remains the same?" Morna slapped his forehead in pain, "But what if he finds out the truth one day?"

Yennefer looked around and asked, "Who did he learn the truth from?"

Xileton, who had not interrupted until now, quickly lowered his head. The red-bearded dwarf sipped the red wine in a way that had never been seen before, like a cat licking water.

Ciri, on the other hand, bravely looked into Yennefer's eyes.

Lann interrupted directly and said, "The news is behind schedule, Mornar. Geralt and I went to another place more than half a month ago."

"He doesn't have a big bag of peanuts in his bag, but he does have a bag of turnips," Lann complained first, then looked at Yennefer, "But there's no need to secretly take care of his business like this."

"If he's short of money now, he can find a job at the college. We've worked together many times before."

Obviously, the conflict between Yennefer and Geralt is still significant, and she doesn't even know how long the White Wolf has been here.

The sorceress had obviously thought of this, and her face became even colder, so frightened that Ciri lowered her head.

Lan En was used to the strong and independent personalities of these proud women who possessed magical powers.

So he nodded to Yennefer as if he had no feelings at all.

"He's in the city now too. Do you want to meet him? It's only a five-minute walk away, at the Silver Heron Tavern. It's the largest and most luxurious hotel in the city."

When talking about this topic, the girl who bowed her head under the sorceress's anger had a happy gleam in her eyes.

"No, I said." Yennefer refused coldly, "I guess we don't care about each other anymore, and I don't want to meet him again."

And Lan En seemed not to understand what this meant.

"Really? But it's really not far. Just turn left and then right after you go out, and then..."

Lann's description was brief and accurate, enough to draw a route map on the spot. He even told which room Geralt was staying in the inn.

The more Yennefer listened, the more she felt something was wrong, and her brows furrowed.

At the same time, behind Ciri, who was basically blocked by Lan's tall and strong body, a gap appeared as the witcher moved his feet.

The girl first calmly pressed the felt hat on her head to cover her mouse-gray hair, and then, while Lan En was chattering abnormally, she bent down and slipped out from the gap beside the witcher!
It's so fast and its steps are so nimble that it looks like a little mouse!

He stood up from the stool, squeezed through the gap beside Lan En, pulled open the office door and ran out.

A series of actions done in one go!
Not to mention a girl, even an adult man with agile skills can't beat her!
"you dare!!!"

The moment Ciri stood up suddenly, Yennefer widened her eyes and roared!

Her voice was certainly softer than that of the warriors fighting on the battlefield, but Ciri still subconsciously shrank her body, and then she stubbornly pushed back.

"I dare you to do anything!"

The girl's sharp retort made Yennefer's face, which was covered with magic cream, turn red with anger!
There was a sharp sound of chair legs rubbing against the ground. The sorceress pushed the chair away, stood up, and rushed outside to catch the girl.

Lan En quickly turned sideways and stood against the wall.

But when Yennefer passed by him, she still glared at him fiercely with her violet eyes.

Outside the office, the bank, which had been busy but still orderly, was suddenly filled with a chaotic noise.

The dwarves' screams and the colliding of tables and chairs could be heard constantly, mixed with the sound of flying documents.

The two dwarves, White Beard and Red Beard, were sitting on chairs, smacking their lips.

Morna handed the bank draft he had just written to Lan En as if he had seen nothing.

"I rarely see Yennefer so anxiously caring about a girl. If others didn't tell me, I would have suspected that she was her daughter."

The dwarf banker waved his hand, indicating that Lan En didn't need to explain.

"If she doesn't want to talk, I won't ask. Please give her this money order."

"It's my pleasure, gentlemen." Lan took the bank draft with one hand and put his hood back on his head with the other. "Goodbye."

(End of this chapter)