Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1541

Lan En put away Saito Dosan's handwritten letter of authorization, stood up, and his flexible and terrifying brain began to work.

But when the demon hunter stood up, he saw the cold and confused gaze of the half-demon beauty at the small dining table opposite him.

".?"

With an elusive beauty beyond human, the cold-skinned Ah Xiu stared at Lan En with her deep blue eyes.

"Don't you know what you're going to do?"

She was supposed to be a mute who had difficulty communicating with everyone, but Lan En could easily read the mind of this simple and beautiful half-demon.

"You can just relax a little, Xiu." Lan En walked up to her and half-knelt down and said in a joking tone. Even so, he was still much taller than Xiu who was kneeling.

"Technically speaking, you are the princess of this city. I am just looking after the house for you. You can do whatever you want here."

You can do whatever you want. This is my home?
I can’t understand it. I can’t adapt to it either.

Ah Xiu tilted her head in confusion again, but this time in a different direction.

Lan En sighed helplessly: "It's really the plot of 'the princess in distress returns to the castle'. But it doesn't matter. If you don't know what to do, you can follow me. It's just that my itinerary may make you feel bored."

But Lan's estimate was wrong.

A Xiu seems to be the kind of person who has trouble finding her own goals, but once someone gives her a goal to act on, she becomes very motivated and enthusiastic about it.

After hearing Lan En's simple and clear explanation, her confused expression immediately disappeared and she straightened up.

Appear serious and reliable.

He is truly a 'natural born mission-crazy saint'!
——Don't give me any more nagging! Just tell me your goal!

This kind of personality does make Lan En feel less worried, but it is indeed abnormal.

It would probably be difficult to correct yourself to look like a normal person.

In comparison, the behavior of ignorance is that of a normal person.

"I am leaving."

The dashing monster hunter drank up the miso soup on the table in one gulp, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and stood up and spoke.

Lan En was still half squatting in front of Ah Xiu. Hearing the voice, he turned around and asked, "It seems that you have found a way to kill time in Lushan City these days?"

He wasn't worried that Wuming's 'gone' meant leaving.

It is true that monster hunters are wandering around, but the long-peaceful Mino Kingdom is about to be hit by a large number of monster incidents. It is reasonable that a top monster hunter with the protection of a guardian spirit cannot be ignored.

Although Saito Dosan believed that Wuming was also a member of the team gathered by Lan En in Japan, he also felt unhappy with her.

But after making the decision last night, she was still offered a good reward as a deposit for the demon hunter to stay in Meinong and help during this period.

After all, if Yoshitatsu, as a daimyo of a country, really fell into heresy, then the monster rebellion that would be set off would definitely be huge.

And Saito Dosan really didn't want to owe Lan En a favor, so he tied "his men" to Mino in his name.

Wuming certainly had no reason to refuse such favorable contract terms.

As luck would have it, Saito Dosan actually paid out of his own pocket to help Lan En keep Wuming in Lushan City.

"I'm going to the dojo." Wuming briefly explained to Lan En, not stopping. "I don't know why, but there are a few veteran warriors in this city who seem to know how to use the naginata sickle, and they don't mind communicating."

As he spoke, Wu Ming's tone was a little strange: "I don't know why these guys on the battlefield are so familiar with the Chu Yeshi clan's unpopular and secret mechanical weapons, but since you don't mind communicating, then there is no reason for me not to go."

I guess they just don't mind communicating with you?

Lan En complained in his mind.

The naginata sickle of the Souyeya clan is their secret weapon.

However, this demon hunter organization has been passed down for a long time, and the shape of its weapons has also been glimpsed by people in history.

Those who are interested will naturally study it.

However, the complicated and difficult to use weapons themselves have eliminated a large number of people, and they cannot be popularized like simple swords and guns.

After all, it is still a secret heritage of a minority.

As for Lan En, who had heard some information with his extraordinary hearing when he went to the castle tower before, he was not at all confused about Wuming's doubts.

Saito Dosan and his most senior hatamoto samurai all have ties to the Chuye Yashu, or were once members of the Chuye Yashu. The naginata sickle may be more convenient for them than the samurai sword.

"Dojo," Lan En pondered for a moment, "Can you help me take the fluff ball and the Qilin over there? They would be quite bored if they were alone, and that kind of scene would be very lively for them."

"Really? Do you think we are joking?" Wu Ming snorted coldly, but did not refuse in the end, "Got it, let's go."

After Wuming left, Lan En did not stay in the room any longer.

He led Ah Xiu, who followed closely behind him, and headed straight to the archives of the Lushan Castle Tower.

This is different from Fujiyoshiro's habitual approach of going out to get to know people first, based on his experience as a traveling merchant and his social and emotional intelligence talents.

Lan En is used to looking at information and data first.

In the dim wooden attic, a few narrow paper windows let in sparse sunlight, and dust floated silently in the beams of light. The walls were stacked with black boxes made of camphor wood, printed with the Saito family's "Two-headed Wave" family crest.

There is often a wooden sign hanging at the mouth of the box, on which are vaguely written words such as "In the 23rd year of Tianwen, the military equipment survey account of Lushan City", "In the first year of Hongzhi, the military ration transfer record of Lushan City", etc.

On the knife rack by the wall, there was a wakizashi and a katana, the blades shining coldly - even in this place of paperwork, the iron smell of troubled times was always there.

In the middle of the room lay a long beechwood table, scattered with unfolded scrolls and folded books. Two magistrates in brown straight-legged clothes were kneeling on a futon not far from the table.

At this time, the ink on the wolf-hair brushes they placed on the table had not yet dried, but the two of them looked at each other with confusion on their faces.

These are the original managers of the case library. When the city lord needs to look up information, they also act as a 'book retrieval system'.

At this time, Dao San's appointment letter was placed on the space cleared in the middle of the table.

Lan En took Ah Xiu and walked straight into the document library.

The two magistrates were confused not because they did not believe the letter of appointment. After all, no matter how hastily Saito Dosan left, he must have given permission for such a key position as the archives.

What made the two officials at a loss was the progress and manner in which the 'acting city lord' was looking through the documents. Was he here to act?
Who are you performing for?

In the past, even if Saito Dosan came, he would ask the two of them who were familiar with the warehouse to find the location of the target files first, and then they would work together to find the files.

The two of them copied the records, put the files back, and copied and took away what the lord needed.

And Lan is.
"Wow~"

Lan En finished reading the records in one box again.

Through his retina, these data were fully recorded by Mentos and input into the computing power link to begin analysis and interpretation.

The illiterate Ah Xiu acted like a helping book boy at this time. Relying on her own strength, she moved the boxes of books back and forth beside Lan En.

She didn't feel bored, but she felt that today's task seemed too easy, like running errands.

Data streams were pouring into Lan's mind, being easily absorbed by his brain and biochemical intelligence.

To be honest, this is far from the limit of the efficiency of Lan's brain and Mentos.

The form in which these words were recorded on the pages of the book limited Lan En's absorption efficiency.

Even at this moment, Lan En had already begun to absorb data with Mentos, while using his own rationality and logic to analyze the meaning and anomalies behind the data, and at the same time he could chat with A Xiu.

"I told you so," the witcher said, rustling the pages of his book. A smile appeared on his face. "My schedule is very boring."

Ah Xiu shook her head silently, reached out to take the book that he had finished flipping through in a few seconds, put it back into the box and handed over a new one.

I wonder if it’s because of the graceful temperament of Oriental women?
Or is it because of the cultural atmosphere of the Japanese archipelago at this time and place?
The cold-blooded and ruthless half-demon who slew monsters and evil spirits, her beautiful face made Lan En sincerely think of the representative adjective for traditional Japanese women - Yamato Nadeshiko.

Unlike Margarita, who was helping him while flirting with him in a blatant and passionate way.

Ah Xiu's help seemed more gentle, implicit, and contained a sense of support that needed no words.

This made the young witcher, whose first love in his life was a sorceress, feel fresh and familiar.

What’s new is that he has never had this level of contact with traditional Oriental women.

What is familiar is that he is also an Oriental at heart, and such women are not unfamiliar in the narratives he has accepted.

Of course, this contradictory yet novel feeling did not slow down Lan En's process of absorbing and analyzing information in the slightest.

"It just so happens that we are free now, so we can talk about your previous 'special condition'."

Lan En methodically unfolded a new page of the book in his hands, speaking softly.

(End of this chapter)