Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1428 1400. Deterrence
Triss did not refuse Lan's request, or rather, her body did not have the strength to refuse.

So she just smiled foolishly and pushed Lan En's chest, pushing his leaning body away, as if to remind him to pay attention to the occasion.

But after this push, the roaring bear head pendant on the demon hunter's neck became quiet again, as if it felt nothing.

Then, having lost Triss's mental defense, Lan suddenly felt his scalp tingling.

This was the feeling he personally experienced when chaos magic entered his brain in the form of telepathy.

Warlocks still don't know much about the group of demon hunters, even though the research on demon hunters has become more detailed and in-depth since the appearance of Lan.

But they still don't know that the difference between demon hunters and ordinary people is that their bodies, like cats and snakes, can sense the invasion of chaos magic.

Even the demon hunter himself may not remember these tiny characteristics and features, and only suddenly remember them when something really happens.

Lan En, who already felt a slight tingling on his scalp, was still smiling, as if he felt nothing.

However, at a level that ordinary people, even sorcerers, could not observe, Lan En's warm and round, almost overflowing [body light] was slightly dimmed by his control.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the candles that were originally made by magic and spread throughout the hall, which far exceeded the lighting capacity of normal candles, seemed to flicker collectively for a short moment.

Although the lighting returned to normal immediately after that illusion-like moment, there was something inexplicably wrong with the atmosphere in the banquet hall.

The originally large crowd formed small circles according to their interpersonal relationships and familiarity. Although they all lowered their voices, the voices of so many people were still gathered into a noisy, yet lively and energetic buzz.

But after that moment, no matter how close the two people talking were, the sound of their conversation suddenly seemed distant, vague, and lonely.

On the tall walls on both sides, the narrow and tall colored glass were letting air in. The white gauze curtains blown up by the windows seemed to have an especially dreamy, empty and elusive feeling under the moonlight and candlelight.

Am I dreaming now?

Many people suddenly felt a sense of disharmony in their minds, and then began to question this.

And this feeling of emptiness and loneliness like falling into a dream is constantly intensifying, as if in the next moment, people will sink into a quiet and deep dream.
"Woooooooooo!"
The sudden sounds of several retching noises seemed to wake up this inexplicably quiet environment.

People who were originally sinking in a sense of emptiness were suddenly awakened.

They were a little dazed at first, then came back to their senses and blinked, and then they realized that in this huge hall, there were more than a dozen warlocks who were eating, drinking, chatting and laughing just now, but now they seemed to have suffered a brain stem shock.

Their limbs flail uncontrollably, they fall, and a nausea-inducing sensation travels from their nerve centers to their esophagus.

Fortunately, they had only eaten very little before the banquet in order not to be impolite, otherwise they would have vomited all over the floor by now.

Their eyes were empty and lifeless, as if their minds were still stuck somewhere.

The people who were chatting around them were startled and moved away with exclamations. The sudden movement then caused another round of exclamations.

The banquet, which had suddenly become quiet for a moment, became noisy again.

It was not until many waiters and acquaintances of those who were lying on the ground and retching came over to ask about their well-being that their dilated pupils finally showed signs of regaining focus.

Most people present seemed not to notice the sudden and strange feeling of sleep just now, or they subconsciously did not want to notice it, and almost all of them ignored it.

There were only a few people in the entire banquet hall, and they frowned as if they realized that something was wrong.

The sudden feeling comes and goes quickly, and the human brain quickly ignores it.

The warlocks at the banquet were shocked by the fact that more than a dozen people had lost control of their bodies and vomited at the same time.

But soon, the dozen or so people came back to their senses.

At the same time, they claimed that they didn't know what had happened. They seemed to want to blame their embarrassing situation on the food and drinks at Aretusa's banquet.

But when Margarita 'accidentally' passed by them with a self-service tray filled with oysters and prawns, they kept even these words to themselves.

In the end, he just said it was due to his physical condition.

A fuss, but not worth the hassle of a banquet.

Everyone was surprised at first, but eventually they had to focus on the most important communication.

As for Lan En, he was calmly drinking the sparkling wine in his hand, and the roaring bear head pendant on his neck was truly motionless at this time.

And his body no longer felt the stimulating invasion of chaos magic.

No one wants to delve into what just happened, but that doesn’t mean everyone is stupid.

There are countless powerful sorcerers in the hall, who can't feel those telepathic veins?

I just wanted to observe from a distance how this legendary demon hunter would react when faced with obscure and secret magic, and whether he could even sense it.

But the result was obvious. The telepathy of those warlocks was clearly seen by others.

But no one could understand Lan's counterattack.

It wasn't magic, and even those who were watching from behind couldn't be sure what was really happening under their noses.

All I know is that the exploration into the realm of telepathy began, and then it ended abruptly.

All those who dared to invade the demon hunter's body with their minds showed those symptoms in an instant.

The evidence is not important, the result is obvious.

This demon hunter is not just a reckless man with "strong fighting ability" as rumored. He has a way with magic, a way that is incomprehensible to others.

I don’t know if this method has anything to do with Aretusa, but just knowing this is enough to make many people at the banquet calm down.

"Okay." At the edge of the hall, a tall and strong man who could be called fat, but still a normal human being compared to Lan En, moved his lips, looking like he wanted to tilt his head and spit.

But when he looked at the luxurious, spotless marble floor of Aretuza Palace that reflected people's shadows, he swallowed the thought silently.

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But he didn't stop talking. Although he was a tall and strong man, his voice was not loud and his tone was not rough.

"As soon as the banquet started, one of our response plans was scrapped."

He said to the witch beside him.

"According to you: I don't understand what's going on at all."

"If even you can't do it, who else can get into his head and hypnotize him, so that he can be used by us for a short time? Or at the very least, don't interfere with our next arrangements and just take a good nap, Philippa?"

"I didn't think this plan was feasible at all." The witch took a sip of her wine glass calmly and said, "He's a demon hunter. He won't feel bad about putting demonic metal on himself. You should fire the staff who drafted the plan for you."

"Monster hunters can come into contact with repelling metal?" The fat man touched his round head with only stubble left on it and whispered, "This is the first time I've heard of this! Damn it, these little features keep popping up!"

The witch, whose shirt was wide open on her chest, glanced at the burly man beside her with boredom.

She knew that Dijkstra might not have fully understood all the little characteristics of the demon hunter group, but something like the demon-blocking metal could not be missed.

The strong man was just acting, acting as if he was a careless person.

But if anyone really believes it, he will be in real trouble.

Facing the sidelong glance from his female companion, the intelligence chief of the Kingdom of Redania, Dijkstra, did not react at all.

The two of them had slept together for a while in order to form a political alliance in the political situation of Redania, but later he found out that Philippa had not been interested in men for a long time.

Logically speaking, given the sorceress's figure and skills in bed, he shouldn't feel at a disadvantage.

But whenever Dijkstra thought about how Philippa could force herself to have sex with a person of different sexual orientation in order to secure her power, the intelligence chief felt sick.

The psychological disgust made him lose interest even when facing Philippa's naked and charming appearance.

He was not disgusted by the other person's sexual orientation. He was frightened by the desire for power.

But outside, no one could see any rift in the cooperation between the two men behind the scenes.

"One plan has been aborted." Dijkstra said calmly, "What next? I think we should just go to his house and have a frank talk."

"Can you trust him?" Philippa turned her head sharply and looked at her male companion. "I am surprised that you still have the ability to trust others?"

"What else can we do?" Dijkstra showed a bored smile on his face. "How can we deal with him? Do we really have to try the most outrageous plan? Find a few more sorceresses and let them toss and turn in bed all night? Where can we find them?"

"There are so many sorceresses, and all of them want to sleep with him." Philippa said coldly, which was supposed to be ambiguous. "Look at his appearance and body, and look at the lustful faces of those sorceresses."

"I bet if he gives me a nod, those guys will open their legs on cold stone like they're on aphrodisiacs."

"It's easy to talk to the sorceress, but is he willing?" Dijkstra shrugged. "Look at the Duke. He handles this banquet with ease. You can tell at a glance that he is here for serious business."

"Normally, if you said he had many lovers and could fool around in bed for days, I would believe it. But this is not normal now."

Dijkstra's smile became a little more serious. "This doesn't look like a person whose brain is controlled by his pants. Besides, what's in his pants looks very high-end."

"Don't just raise questions, Dijkstra." Philippa rolled her eyes at him again. "Vizmir definitely didn't send you here to say discouraging words. Use your noble brain! Think of a solution for the kingdom!"

"No matter what, do I need to tell you that once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back?"

(End of this chapter)