Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1424 1396. Silver Heron Tavern
Yennefer booked another room at the Silver Heron Tavern.

There was no choice, so Ciri followed Lan's brief but accurate description, running wildly on the streets of Gos Velen, and broke straight into the Silver Heron Tavern.

In the tavern hall, Geralt was eating and chatting with Dandelion.

The famous poet in the North has had a hard time recently.

Geralt said before that the news that Ciri was being pursued was told to him by Dandelion.

And what about Dandelion?
——It seems to be because of a deep patriotic heart? Or maybe he wants to find some inspiration about secret agents and spies, mysterious professions that lurk in the shadows.

In short, this poet has actually been working part-time as a spy recently.

This is not surprising. It would be a pity for a poet with such a status as being able to travel far and wide and make good friends wherever he goes not to be a spy.

Dandelion even acted much later than many of his peers.

But success depends on fame, and failure also depends on fame.

The one who recruited Dandelion as a spy was none other than the famous Redanian intelligence chief, Sigismund Dijkstra.

A big shot like him has been away from the front line for many years, so his appearance in front of Dandelion this time certainly has a purpose.

The poet appeared to be nonchalant on the surface, but he actually knew deep down that this was probably because of Ciri.

Geralt is Ciri's well-known legal guardian, and he is a well-known friend of the witcher, so the relationship is very clear.

So this seemingly unreliable but actually very righteous poet had another reason to become a spy: he wanted to use the light of the Redania intelligence system to see who was looking for this girl and what the purpose of these seekers was.

It is better to inform your friends in advance so that they can respond.

Of course, these were his previous plans.

Ever since that mad dog Rience came to him and nearly killed him, Dandelion knew how sinister those intelligence agents were.

He wanted to take advantage of the Redanian intelligence system, but Dijkstra was clearly throwing him out as bait.

The name Reigns was only known to everyone when he was almost killed. Before that, people just knew there was such a person.

After realizing that he was just a weak and helpless poet who could not defeat those intelligence guys, Dandelion didn't dare to stay in Novigrad and Oxenfurt, let alone in the borders of Redania.

He ran straight to Gos Velen and found his old friend, Ged, a witcher from the Bear School, with whom he had supported each other on the battlefield of Cintra - mainly Dandelion was supported.

The highlight is the rumored reappearance of [Hunter].

Now he happened to meet Geralt who came back with Triss and Berengar.

But now Lan is not here and Gerd is working, so he can only sit here with Geralt.

".Twice in a row!" The poet sighed and said to the white-haired witcher across the table, "The turnip and cabbage fields at Hofmeyer Manor were trampled twice by the army chasing the Scoia'tael. Nothing is left."

"Fortunately, they mainly grow radishes and potatoes, otherwise they would have suffered a huge loss!"

The heron feathers on the poet's hat were very fluffy and trembled as he told the story.

"Old Hofmeyer complained to me: There are stakes and gallows along the roads, and corpses lying on the fields and paths. The country is like it has returned to the time of the bloody Farga Rebellion!"

"The king's men came in the daytime, threatening to hang anyone who gave aid to the Scoia'tael."

"The elves appear at night, to see who dares to say 'no' to them! Even their threats are poetic, but the bloody smell in the poetry is simply disgusting."

"The two teams are like two piles of fire, roasting ordinary people in the middle."

"It seems to me, Geralt." The poet raised his glass to moisten his throat. "Even the halfling farms fifteen miles outside the city are beginning to hope that the gathering of warlocks can change something in this terrible world!"

"But in my opinion, Dandelion." The white-haired demon hunter repeated the other party's sentence with a cold expression, "Nothing can be changed."

"If you look at individual sorcerers, there are many with good tempers and good personalities. But once a group of sorcerers gather together, I can only imagine that they are a pile of firecrackers."

"The pre-conference dinner will begin on Thaned Island tonight. At least a hundred warlocks have already arrived on the island. If we include those who came directly through the portal, there will be at least two hundred people when the banquet begins."

"Just imagine, more than two hundred warlocks gathered together for a meeting, tsk tsk tsk."

Dandelion rolled his eyes at his old friend. "Tsk, the forbidden magic circle of Gastang Palace is not just for show."

The conversation between the two of them came to an abrupt end when Ciri, who had been running all the way, appeared in front of them breathlessly. The witcher wondered if he was hallucinating.

But then Yennefer ran in panting: "Ciri!"

The witcher first knocked over the stool and stood up to approach Ciri, but he hesitated and stopped when he saw Yennefer. Yennefer's movements were almost the same as his.

The girl who broke into the pub stood in the middle under the gaze of everyone.

Dandelion had already picked up the cup excitedly, and was thinking dramatically in his mind who the girl would choose. After all, it seemed that neither the man nor the woman would move forward in this situation. A demon hunter? Or a sorceress?
But the girl, in this really dramatic moment, chose no one.

She was right between the two of them, and seemed to have fainted from breathing so hard.
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In the room Yennefer showed up, Ciri was still pretending to sleep, but when she heard Geralt and Yennefer closing the door and leaving, she quickly turned over and sat up, ready to put on her shoes and follow them.

But then, the girl who turned over froze.

Because when she opened her eyes, she found that the room was not empty. On the contrary, a huge figure was leaning leisurely against the door, looking at her with his arms folded across his chest.

"How come you don't even have a breathing sound!"

Ciri was the first to complain, as if she was right.

Lan En didn't bother with her, but just looked at her with interest.

"You haven't mastered the skill yet. Once your [Trunk Breathing] is practiced to the point where it's almost inaudible at close range, then you've mastered the skill."

"But looking at your body, you really haven't fallen behind in your skills. You moved very fast just now. And your breathing was very similar when you were messing with the two of them."

"Meddling?" Ciri said, pretending to be ignorant but with hidden pride, "What did I mess with?"

"Well, strictly speaking, it's not interference. It should be called for help." Lan En tapped the girl's forehead. "Don't pretend. You were quick-witted just now, but how many people do you think you can fool?"

"Do you really think you are the little princess in the storybook? Who can faint on time at the critical moment?"

"Squeak~ Please allow me to clarify." The door next to Lan En opened, and a cherry red hat with a heron feather squeezed in.

"This kind of clichéd plot-driving method won't work in any city show. I haven't written like this in 800 years!"

The poet's greasy face revealed his indignation at being looked down upon in his profession.

Dandelion squeezed in through the crack in the door, looking at Ciri with emotion in his unfocused eyes.

"Oh my, kids grow up so fast in the blink of an eye that I can't recognize them."

"And you, Dandelion." Ciri retorted rudely, "You are still like this, and you still smell of confusing perfume. Is this a mixed fragrance rolled out from the beds of several ladies?"

The poet was very proud of this: "Not more, not less, in just five days here, I have already fallen in love with two young ladies and three ladies. They are all poetry lovers, and it is hard to refuse their kindness!"

Lan shook his head. "If Geralt and I don't come back in a few days, we'll have to ask Gerd to pull you out of the gallows."

The poet almost sang: "I have complete confidence in the strength of Brother Bear's arms. His arms are strong enough to carry me two miles!"

"I don't doubt it, but now."

The young witcher brought out a serving tray from somewhere with a bottle of red wine and a silver pot on it and handed it to the girl.

"There is a hot spring bathhouse in the basement of the Silver Heron Hotel. The guests enjoying the baths there need new drinks. It's up to you to deliver them, Ciri!"

As if entrusting her with some serious task, Lan En placed the plate in the girl's hand.

Ciri sniffed and found that there was also wine in the silver pot.

She looked at Lan En suspiciously: "When did you start working part-time as a bartender?"

"Not really." Dandelion was obviously enjoying the fun from the side. "It's just that the hot spring bathhouse was reserved for a high price today, and he was asked to go in and help out. Unfortunately, it seems that our hero is not brave enough at this time."

"I've always been very brave." Lan said to Dandelion, then turned to face Ciri. "But there are four sorceresses in the bathhouse now. Do you know what their expressions will be when I go down?"

"Let me add to that," Dandelion said, raising his hand, "at least two of them are lying by the bathtub, showing off their bodies."

She asked Lan En to serve the wine, and then tore off her own towel, hoping to see him embarrassed or aroused. Given the bad personalities of the sorceresses, they would do such a thing.

Triss, Margarita, and Tishaya are actually in this tavern now.

Because the wizards' meeting will be preceded by a welcome dinner tonight, all of Aretuza's rooms are actually empty.

In order to free up the room, Dishaya moved out.

But Lan En thought Margarita was just out for fun.

After listening to the poet's ridicule, Ciri, who had been rudely retorting to him, said nothing and left with her plate.

Dandelion's expression of watching the fun suddenly froze, then he became serious and turned to his young witcher friend.

"Now I think you're in real trouble, man!"

Lan En pursed his lips and said nothing more.

(End of this chapter)