Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1429 1401. Extraordinary Charm

"Is that the killer crab, a specialty of the Kovir Sea?"

Lan, Margarita and Triss stood by the dining table. The witcher looked at a huge crab surrounded by gorgeous ice sculptures with great interest.

When the legs of this crab are fully extended, their length is nearly that of a ten-year-old child. Combined with the sharp protrusions on the shell and the large claws, it really looks like it can kill people.

However, compared to real monsters like crab spiders and Kikimo, the 'killer crab' is just a gimmick.

The crab as big as a villa that Lan En had seen in the Crucifixion Forest Swamp in the Fire World was truly terrifying.

"It will take half a month to ship it from the sea, right?"

"In fact, it was still on the seabed of Kovir two hours before the banquet began." Margarita used a silver spoon to scoop out a spoonful of crystal crab meat from the opened crab shell and said to the witcher, "Teleportation is a great invention."

"Good, good, good." Lan En clapped his hands insincerely. "It would be even better if this great invention could be popularized."

"We're working on it, aren't we? You're making it sound like we're all just lazy people."

Margarita rolled her eyes at him.

Lan En actually didn't want to come to the food counter at all, because at this kind of banquet, this action meant that some kind of social obligation would also come at the same time.

Someone will recognize you and act as if they are delighted by the fact, then come up to you and ask how you are doing, with a tone that is both warm and insincere.

After the obligatory air kisses and the limp handshakes, after the fake smiles and the insincere but cleverly delivered compliments, there was a dull, brief, and meaningless conversation.

Lan En only knew a few people here, namely the sorcerers in the crystal cultivation project who had communicated with him about the research progress through telescopes.

Even among these sorcerers, the communication between them is limited to academic matters.

After all, every time Lan En came back, it was a break from his adventure across the world. He couldn't spend his time chatting with warlocks who had little friendship with him.

It would be great if we could be friends by chance, but Lan En didn't feel any regrets about just keeping in touch at work.

Most of the people who came to say hello and contribute to the boring and meaningless small talk as mentioned above were friends of the two female companions.

In Lan En's view, human relationships all over the world, even across worlds, are the same.

When your girlfriend's friends come over to you, if you still act like you're not allowed to enter and don't even want to smile, then where do you put Margarita and Triss?

So even though he didn't like this kind of socializing, Lan En was still considerate and perfect, and completed all his social etiquette and obligations with ease.

His smile is like a spring breeze, and just with his eyes and small movements he can make people feel valued and warm inside.

Some people who seemed to be not very good at socializing and stumbled over to talk to Lan En, even under Lan En's smile, became more and more fluent in speech and more and more enthusiastic, even close to excitement.

Even the empty greetings are becoming one-sided, and it’s time for real friends to chat.

And there is no doubt that the two female sorcerers became closer and closer to the witcher in this process.

Margarita and Triss's cheeks, which were already slightly red from drinking, were even more red. The bright red color extended from their cheeks to their slender necks, towering chests, and lower bodies.
For a sorceress, the envious and jealous eyes of others are the best aphrodisiac.

Originally, two sorceresses were present with a male companion. These two sorceresses were the famous Dean Aretuza and the royal advisor of Temeria.

This is already big news.

People were whispering, speculating and gossiping.

In this respect, the people at this noble and luxurious banquet were no different from the women in the village of Velen who gossiped while working.

But when Lan actually started to show off a little at the party, all the whispers disappeared.

People began to spontaneously understand and even envy these two sorceresses.

This kind of transcendent charm was not the first time that Lan En showed it. At the end of the Battle of Sodden Mountain, almost all the soldiers on the battlefield who had witnessed his figure saluted him spontaneously after the battle.

Even the kings at that time did not have such treatment.

In the social world of fame and fortune, Lann's charm is no less than that on the battlefield.

Although it was just a slight performance, the atmosphere in the entire banquet hall unknowingly turned into a vortex centered on him and began to stir.

Dijkstra looked calm, but he knew how shocked he was.

God knows what happened! He just couldn't help but want to move in that direction! If the wine glass in his hand hadn't spilled, he might have walked to the food counter by now!
Dijkstra did not go to Mount Sodden in person during the last war, but only provided intelligence support in the rear.

But now he fully understood why Vizmir had such a complicated and indescribable expression when he mentioned this person after returning from Sodden Mountain.

"Is this magic?" Dijkstra looked at Philippa Eilhart very seriously. He even repeated it again to emphasize his tone, "Is this some kind of magic?!"

Philippa also looked grim and shocked: "You have never seen as many wizards as this room! If this is magic, do you think these people are all idiots? Why are they trying to get involved in other people's magic?"

But no matter what, Lan En had perfectly fulfilled his social obligations at the banquet, and no one could find any fault with him.

In due time, the young witcher pulled himself out.

Tonight, he also wanted to devote his energy and thoughts to those truly valuable people, such as the ten archmages of the Association of Talents and Skills and the Supreme Council of Warlocks.

These people are the ones who truly determine the direction and will of the warlock group.

Convincing them will help to pour a bucket of cold water on the heads of those reckless and impetuous kings.

Lan En was thinking this, but then, a friend came walking towards him with another friend among the crowd at the banquet.

Yennefer's expression was surprised, but also mixed with a bit of joy, while Geralt had a completely expressionless look.

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But Lan En, who was already familiar with White Wolf, knew very well that underneath his expressionless face, he was completely at a loss.

"Sabina just came to talk to me!" Yennefer went straight to Triss and Margarita and snorted coldly, "Did you see her clothes? Only shameless and tasteless people would wear them! This woman is older than me!"

"Forget it, let's not talk about it. It's as if there's something worth caring about this bitch."

The only thing they do is complain about people with their backs turned, as if female sorcerers are no different from ordinary women.

Triss and Margarita went up to them with shining eyes. "What did she ask you? Everyone knows now that Sabina is gathering information for Henselt of Kaedwen."

"Really?" Yennefer said in shock, but anyone with a discerning eye could tell she was joking.

The three sorceresses were laughing so hard as they were arguing with each other in private, and Geralt walked over to Lann as if he was relieved.

He pulled at his collar, as if he was being strangled and couldn't breathe.

"Luckily you're here," sighed the White Wolf. "This ridiculous outfit and this sickening new banquet are making me almost breathless."

"Is it the rule of wizards to let everyone be drafty and not be full even if they eat raw and cold seafood?"

"So far, that's true." Lan nodded, not surprised by Geralt's complaint. "But I see Yennefer is actually very happy, and you are happy too. What happened?"

Bai Lang's already expressionless face suddenly became even more stiff.

".I love Yennefer."

Lan En was a little confused: "I know, and then what?"

"I mean, I said it myself that I love her. Just now, after she was provoked by that Sabina."

Lann's expression was calm at first, and he blinked. Then, after a second, when he really understood what Geralt said, the young witcher's eyes slowly widened.

"Wow~"

The Bear School witcher patted the Wolf School witcher on the shoulder excitedly, as if he was looking at a piece of wood that suddenly became intelligent!

"Geralt. Geralt! You've improved! A lot!"

"And then? Tell me!"

“Then.” Geralt’s stiff mouth smiled, “She responded to me, too. She couldn’t wait.”

"And then, your honorable Duke of Cintra." Yennefer interrupted, grabbing Geralt's hand and pulling him out. "It's been a long time since we last met, and the list of things to do is long, and we have to get through them one by one."

"Oh!" Lan smiled friendly, "Yes, you must have a lot to talk about."

"As for conversation," Yennefer smiled ambiguously and looked at the white wolf beside her with suggestive and provocative eyes, "you can put it at the back. I should say you will put it at the very end, Lan."

This answer made Lann raise an eyebrow and also made the other two sorceresses chuckle.

(End of this chapter)