Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1430 1402. Ten People
Yennefer and Geralt, the friendly acquaintances, left early. When they left, the men and women could feel the heat in their eyes, so they all tacitly understood what they were going to do.

Fortunately, Aretusa had vacated so many rooms just for the guests at the banquet.

As if appreciating their courage to be the first couple to leave and do their "business", a gentle applause was heard, and it was approaching this side.

It was a dark-haired sorceress who seemed to have shed her male companion and was now wandering the party alone.

The sorceress stared at Lan En as he came towards her.

As if she knew that the witcher didn't know many people present, Margarita took a step forward and called out the name of the person, avoiding an embarrassing situation.

"Hey Sabina, long time no see!"

Margarita's enthusiasm was so palpable that it almost fooled everyone except Lan.

"Yes, it's been a long time, our party queen! You are still dazzling today."

The sorceress responded, hugging Margarita and kissing each other's earrings and ears. Then came Triss.

"Lane, this is Sabina Grievesig of Ard Kalai." Triss introduced calmly, as if the person they had just complained about with Yennefer was someone else. "She has the same identity as me, but she is in Kaedwen."

The witcher bowed politely, a kiss on the hand, but under Lan's control, he did not actually make any physical contact.

Young people have long discovered that sorceresses like this kind of etiquette. To put it bluntly, it makes them feel treated like princesses and satisfies their vanity very well.

"Oh, I never thought that the ridiculous things in the rumors were actually true."

Sabina's words seemed to be responding to Triss and Margarita, but her eyes were fixed on the man in front of her, and she puffed out her chest proudly.

"How do you usually get along? Together? Or one by one?"

"I haven't slept with Triss yet, but we both have a crush on him. Nothing else matters." Margarita responded as if nothing had happened, but the smile on her face slightly faded. "But your shirt is really beautiful, Sabina. Right, Lan?"

Lan declined to comment.

Sabina's shirt is made of black tulle, which shows off her curvy figure. It's really visible. The fabric is so transparent that onlookers can see the entire chest without any effort.

Her crimson dress was tied with a wide belt and rose-shaped metal buckles. The dress was open at the side, a very popular style at the time, and Margarita was also wearing this style.

However, Margarita's skirt was of a normal style, with the side opening only reaching the thigh, while Sabina's skirt went directly over the hips and the side opening reached the waist.

Lan was like a wooden sculpture, not responding to Sabina's words. Margarita and Triss were still smiling, but the witcher could sense that they were extremely angry.

Sabina didn't seem to dare to play with fire too much in front of Margarita and Triss. She just gave the witcher a suggestive glance and left, making the excuse that she saw an acquaintance.

Margarita's lips moved and she cursed softly at Sabina's back, and Triss did the same.

It’s just that the curses from the two sorceresses were a bit harsh, and Lan En really didn’t want to remember them.

At this moment, the door of the banquet hall opened again, and several people walked in in a very grand manner.

“They’re here.” Triss cleared her throat. “Finally.”

Lan En also frowned and looked at them. These were the people he intended to focus on tonight, the five members of the Association of Talents and Skills, and the five members of the Supreme Council of Warlocks.

Leading the way was Tishaya, who was wearing a complicated yet conservative long dress, which should have been a style from hundreds of years ago.

The person who politely raised his hand to support her was Henry Gedimitis, or more formally, Gerhard of Eller.

For a great wizard with hundreds of years of experience, it is not uncommon to have many names.

"You probably haven't seen the blonde elf at the back, right, dear?" Margarita shook her wine glass playfully and introduced her to Lan En.

"That's Francesca Findaby, also known as Enid Ann Grena, which means 'Valley Daisy' in ancient language. Many people say that she is the most beautiful witch in the world."

She was stunningly beautiful, with big eyes like a docile doe.

"She looks very young." Lan En commented, not wanting to be called the 'most beautiful'. "She looks very young even among elves."

"It's just an appearance." Triss explained, "She is a rare pure-blooded elf. There is not even a drop of human blood in her veins. Her lifespan is much longer than that of ordinary elves."

In this magical Middle Ages, humans who came from the intersection of the celestial spheres drove the elves off the throne, but in the process, the blood of the two races was closely mixed together.

Just like now, every Northerner, unless they are crazy racists who don't even use logic or evidence, no one can pat their chest and guarantee that there is not a drop of blood of the ancient race in their veins.

In the warlock circle, the proportion of half-elf people is even higher and they are common.

"She came here probably to discuss the growing discrimination and hostility towards non-human races in the kingdom."

Margarita said affirmatively.

"Tissaya has decided to help her, and many wizards will stand on her side. Our group has a good relationship with the ancient race. She will not let go of this opportunity."

"But look at the escort behind her, Vigfortz of Logevin. Compared to the pure-blooded elves who only look young, this one is truly young and promising." "The short man behind her is Alto Terranova. These are the five people from the Association of Talent and Skills."

Lan En looked back and saw three more male warlocks.

That was Fekater of Sidaris, Radcliffe of Oxenford, and Carduin of Lang Exeter.

These three people, together with Philippa Eilhart and Yennefer, who had just left early with Geralt, formed the five-member Supreme Council of Warlocks.

"Yennefer, I remember you were chosen because of your achievements in the Battle of Mount Sodden, right?" Lan asked suddenly.

Triss blushed slightly when she heard this: "Alas, I don't have enough experience and strength."

Although Yennefer has always been like Triss's older sister, she also went to the battlefield and became famous. She became a member of the Supreme Council of Warlocks, but she did not make any progress.

This still made Triss feel a little sad.

Especially with Margarita standing next to her.

Some people were trying hard to get into the parliament, but this person could get in just by nodding his head.

After all, in terms of the most important strength, among the ten people, the only ones who can surpass Margarita are probably the three oldest ones.

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Unfortunately, this girl has been a famous 'party queen' since her school days, and Sabina just called her Margarita by her nickname.

Later, I was still as playful as ever, but I had a greater sense of responsibility towards the college and students.

This sense of responsibility seemed to have made Margarita feel very tired, so she had no intention of going further in the warlock group.

After they appeared, the banquet seemed to really get into the swing of things. Many warlocks gathered around them, wanting a chance to say hello.

"We have to go over there and say something." Margarita and Triss walked towards the crowd together, smiled at Lan En, and said, "I'll give you a heads up."

They also knew what Lan En's main purpose was for coming to the party and were willing to provide their greatest help.

After the two sorceresses left, Lan loosened the collar of his tight shirt a little while others rushed over, and planned to eat something from the food counter to keep his mouth moving and pass the time.

The lobster, also from Coville, had its shell opened, revealing the plump, crystal-clear lobster meat, making one's mouth water.

Lan Engang went over and picked up two slices, sprinkled mustard sauce on them and put them on the plate.

But obviously, some people do not plan to greet the big shots among wizards at this time.

The tongs in Lan's hand stopped in mid-air, because the plate of ham slices he wanted to pick up was being brought closer by another hand.

"Your attentiveness makes me hesitate to take action, sir."

Lan chuckled and glanced at the Redanian spy beside him.

The fat man was wearing an open-necked tight bright yellow shirt, and it was obvious that the shirt was making him uncomfortable.

And a tall and strong man who was nearly two meters tall seemed small in front of Lan En.

"If you are troubled by me, then please let me apologize, sir. Because I am not very familiar with the rules of this new banquet."

Dijkstra spoke respectfully, and no one could find any fault with him.

"Compared to that, I still prefer the traditional style, with a table covered with sauces and beer, dim and pleasant, eating and drinking, and hot meals. After drinking too much, you can fall asleep under the table."

"Tradition and innovation." Lan casually put a few more slices of ham on the plate. "This is a boring introduction. Just say whatever you want to say, sir."

"Please don't use honorifics to address me." Dijkstra shook his head repeatedly. "I am not the count as rumored. I was born a peasant, but Vizimir ordered me to call myself count so that when I give orders, I will not be suspected of insulting those real nobles."

"Well, when you say it, the self-introduction at least sounds more sincere and natural. Did you practice it for a long time?"

Lan En said as he ate.

"If there is a chance to introduce myself to you, I believe everyone will prepare carefully." Dijkstra still complimented politely. "It's not easy to meet you. It depends a lot on luck."

Lan En fiddled with his fork without stopping: "This sentence sounds very meaningful."

"It's just a fact," Dijkstra continued. "As long as the farce on Lake Vizima continues, isn't that a fact?"

"You look like you know something?"

"It's all speculation, but it's very likely. Goddess faith, Knight of Justice, and so on. But it's useless. After all, the possible owner won't even give us a chance."

At this time, Lan En stopped fiddling with the food and looked at Dijkstra.

"What kind of salary does Vizimir pay you?" the witcher suddenly asked, "What gives you the guts to say this in front of me?"

(End of this chapter)