Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1436 1408. Rebellion
Just now, relying on surprise attacks and magic-blocking gold equipment, a few people worked together to deal with the Redanian soldiers of a great wizard.

Now it was almost like wheat being blown down by a strong wind.

Dijkstra's face was still facing Geralt, and the sudden change happened next to him.

The fully armored soldier flew past him like a rag doll with a sound of wind and hit the wall of Aretuza's luxurious corridor.

The armor parts on the whole body collided with the wall, making a noisy "ding-ling-clang" sound, and there were also muffled groans from humans.

Because the interval was so short, Dijkstra couldn't even tell how many people flew past him.

Geralt looked around and moved away from Dijkstra.

Now the spy chief had only the wall in front of him.

The heavy footsteps behind me were getting closer.

The oppressive feeling was like stepping on Dijkstra's heart.

"." Dijkstra sighed and shook his head, then turned around and said, "Philippa said that you should be sent away tonight. But obviously, she was wrong."

Lann, who had already changed into Smaug, with his solid and heavy armor and his own body, looked like a terrifying golem standing in front of Dijkstra.

The cat's eyes, glowing faintly in the dim light, looked down at him.

At this moment, the spy chief truly felt what it was like to have this legendary figure standing in front of him. The figure was no longer in a relaxed state, but began to become tense.

Those soldiers who were blown away by a muffled sound were not dead, and they were not even seriously injured, but they were now huddled in the corner, looking behind them with panicked eyes like rabbits.

When Vizimir asked him to come and assist Philippa, he specifically asked him not to bring the soldiers who had participated in the Battle of Sodden Mountain.

He just thought it was a ridiculous thing at the time.

Now, who is funny?
Dijkstra's mind was in a mess now.

"I didn't do anything cruel to you." Lan En looked down at him calmly, "It's because you seemed to be just arresting people just now, and you didn't intend to kill people in the chaos."

"Now, it's time, Dijkstra."

"Your actions have already begun, and there is no turning back. So tell me, are you really just eliminating the factions among the wizards that are friendly to Southern Nilfgaard?"

"Think about your answer, Dijkstra."

"Because I want to remind you, first of all, this is Aretusa, which symbolizes the power and status of wizards. Generally speaking, when a king comes here, he is only qualified to live in the Loshar Palace on the bottom floor. And you have all started to take action here. Secondly."

The young demon hunter tilted his head, and just this expressionless movement made the spy chief's heartbeat suddenly speed up by three points.

"There are quite a few people who want to cause trouble for me tonight, so I won't be very patient in dealing with them. Can you understand that?"

"I completely understand." Dijkstra opened his mouth with difficulty, "Sir."

"But I want to correct one thing: those wizards are not the so-called 'pro-Southern faction'. They are out-and-out traitors, and we will see the evidence soon!"

The spy chief answered cautiously while helping up the soldier who had fallen at his feet and was gasping for breath due to the impact on his lungs.

"That is to say, you still have no evidence."

"Standpoints and interpersonal relationships." Dijkstra said calmly, "Even before the evidence was obtained, enough traces could be seen. Now is a critical moment. We must act first and then talk about evidence."

As a spy chief who works in intelligence, Lan En really believes that he has this level of ability.

But this level of ability does not mean that what Tishaya and the others are worried about does not exist: without evidence, whoever he says is a traitor is a traitor? Isn't this how they purge dissidents? Philippa Ehart's reputation is not that good.

“Why didn’t you communicate with me in advance?”

This remains the biggest problem.

If this group of people are really just planning to prevent the war between the North and the South from escalating to the extreme again, they must first carry out internal cleansing.

Then there is no reason to skip Lan En and not inform him!

His conflict with the Nilfgaardian Empire is well known to everyone, and there is absolutely no possibility of peace.
"I had that thought, but Philippa said she could keep you busy tonight, and by the time you're done, we'll have finished here."

Dijkstra now seems to be a little more honest.

"You're risking my wrath, just by saying something so vague that doesn't explain your plan at all?"

Lan En still had doubts.

But he remained skeptical, and so did others.

Dijkstra took a deep breath and looked at Lan.

The small eyes on that fleshy face were now looking at him scrutinizingly.

"Because...with all due respect, you can't be trusted either, sir."

"Now is not the time of the past. 'The time of the sword and the axe is near, the time of contempt has arrived.'"

"Who trusts who these days? As long as we can get to the north, let alone the fact that you have killed tens of thousands of Nilfgaardian troops, what does it matter if you fuck his mother in front of Emhyr? He would be so eager to send his lover to your bed!"

“Everything has a price these days. So what if Emhyr destroyed Cintra? There are no Cintramen among these sorcerers?”

"What is their status in the North? What is their status in the South?"

“Isn’t it the same? With the money and the promise of benefits, they will forget what the North has given them and run to the South to flatter Emhyr? They say that people go to high places and water flows to low places.”

Finally, the spy from Vizimir looked at Lan coldly and said, "You think you and Nilfgaard are clearly hostile to each other, but to be honest, who knows what you are like in private?"

“What if, I mean, what if the price Emhyr offers you is enough to erase the conflict and grudges between you?”

trust.

One of the most precious things in the world, some people cannot win the trust of others even if they take out their own hearts and stomachs.

Because people tend to believe what they want to believe, just like Dijkstra now.

He felt that most people had a price, and as long as someone could pay that price, nothing was off the table. So he felt that Lan En was also such a person.

But what he didn't know, or didn't believe, was that some people and some things really couldn't be discussed.

Lan En, who had been listening to his answer in silence, suddenly sighed.

"So there are always people like you, reminding me where I am, Dijkstra."

The young demon hunter spoke with a barely perceptible sense of loneliness.

But Dijkstra breathed a sigh of relief. He could hardly hear any murderous intent in these words.

Lan was still angry and unhappy about their actions in Aretusa, but if their purpose was as pure as he claimed, then Lan's lesson to him would not have begun at such a critical moment.

Coup, rebellion. The key is to seize the time! Seize the moment when the opponent is caught off guard!
"Geralt, get out of here."

Lan tilted his head to the side towards his old friend.

"It's going to be a mess tonight, so stay with Yennefer. Ciri Tishaya needs her help, and she should be heading to Gastang Palace now, so don't worry."

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Geralt was now fully aware of what was going to happen tonight, and he walked straight back the way he came.

And Dijkstra, who was passed by him, no longer even looked at him.

"Yennefer and I will not be at ease. We will also go to Gastang Palace."

As Geralt spoke, he hurried away without looking back.

Lan turned around and looked at the spy chief who had a humble expression.

"Put away that fake and ridiculous expression. From now on, you must stay with me. I will monitor your every move."

"I hope you can do the same as before, only arresting, without any more violent actions, understand?"

At this point, Lan En couldn't help but curse under his breath.

"Damn it! I obviously have no objection to what you did! But you all kept it a secret and now it has become like this!"

Dijkstra put away that expression. Although he still kept a distance of several meters from Lan because of his palpitations, he still doubted the witcher.

And he also knew that the demon hunter still doubted him. His complaint just now might even be a test.

Distinguishing who is the enemy and who is the friend has always been a difficult problem since ancient times.

Only powerful force has limited effect. The brainless strong man was coaxed and deceived into killing his allies, not to mention the new generation of young people like Lan En who are interested in history.

Even Dijkstra could reel off many examples of this magical medieval history.

The Redanian soldiers who were not seriously injured followed Dijkstra and were like wilted radish sprouts under Lan's supervision.

There was no trace of the courage and skill with which he had just ambushed and subdued a great wizard in just a few moves.

They walked for a while and came to an intersection where corridors met. The magic candlelight here was also extinguished, leaving only the cold light of the magic light ball, illuminating the gorgeous vault and walls.

The place was full of Redanians and wizards. Radcliffe from the Supreme Council of Warlocks and Sabina were all there at this time. They had changed out of their banquet dresses and were wearing gray casual clothes.

It seems that they use clothing to distinguish between friend and foe.

By the time Lan saw a group of Redanian soldiers coming over, it seemed that there had already been a quarrel here.

Tishaya also changed her cumbersome dress into an everyday skirt. She was glaring at Philippa with her chest heaving violently.

"We will go to Gastang Palace, Master Tishaya." Philippa's face was cold and hard, but she still did not show any sign of lack of confidence. She was simply righteous and stern. "Everyone, including the traitors we arrested and Vigfortz, will go."

"We did the right thing and we will prove it in front of everyone at the Gastang Palace!"

"Keira, find Dorrigare and Kaduin, and bring them to the Garstang Palace. We need to let Esayin of Cidaris and Istrad of Kovir know our actions and results, so that we can gain more support in future wars."

"You said you did the right thing?" Tishaya said with some sarcasm, "You mean you took advantage of the summit to gather people together so that you could arrest people?"

"To what extent have you trampled upon the political rights and independent status of the warlocks of the Talent and Skill Association and the Supreme Council of Warlocks today?!"

"Bringing the king's lackeys to Aritusaari to arrest people, do you know what you are doing?!"

"I know." Philippa answered firmly, "But I won't back down."

At this time, Dijkstra and Lann emerged from the shadows in the distance.

Among the warlocks present, those wearing gray clothes immediately jumped up as if their hair had exploded.

However, some other warlocks who did not seem to be participants but were just called as witnesses, were only subconsciously a little nervous when they saw Lan En, who was fully armed and felt oppressive even when he passed by, and did not react any further.

Among all the warlocks, Philippa's expression was the most severe and obvious.

"You seem to think I should be very busy tonight?"

Lan En walked towards Tishaya in a gloomy tone and spoke.

"I..." Philippa's lips moved in a tangled way, "I did arrange some small troubles for you, but I promise that they are just troubles."

"But since you are still here and didn't kill our dear Dijkstra, I think you can be trusted, Lan. Well, Dijkstra, take your people and withdraw from Aretusa. They are not needed here."

Just now, Tishaya angrily rebuked Philippa for summoning the king's lackeys to walk around Aretusa, but Philippa did not give in.

But now, the sorceress just turned around and immediately wanted to send away these Redanian soldiers.

But Lan En frowned and looked at Philippa Ehrhart, as if he wanted to see the slightest sign of abnormality on her face.

"Only trouble?" the witcher suddenly asked. "Are you serious, Philippa?"

(End of this chapter)