Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1600 1572. Remember my name
[Tongzhanfu] is actually the product of simplifying the Onmyoji's divination ability and strengthening its directionality.

A serious fortune-telling by an onmyoji requires calculating a specific date, a specific location, setting up an altar, making sacrifices, writing petitions to the gods, and so on. It is a meticulous job that is time-consuming, labor-intensive, and cannot be sloppy.

Just like the characteristics of Onmyoji's spellcasting system, they are actually more ritualistic and auxiliary.

But as Abe Haruaki complained, the civilized area of ​​the ancient Greek world was located around the Aegean Sea.

Even if we ignore the differences between the worlds, Abe Haruaki, a Japanese in the Heian period, never even left the Japanese archipelago in his entire life. He read books and gained knowledge that came from the Western continent and China.

Where have you ever seen the celestial phenomena and stars in the Aegean Sea during the Peloponnesian War more than 400 years ago?
And this kind of thing is very important in the Onmyoji system.

The fact that he was able to adjust his deeply rooted spell system according to environmental changes within a few days is enough to prove Abe Haruaki's skills as a great Onmyoji.

This ability is even advocated by Tishaya, who hopes that all warlocks can possess it.

The last time Lan En brought Tishaya to the New World to deal with the remains of the Tyrannosaurus Rex contaminated by chaos magic, the great wizard vaguely felt what the realm of the so-called [Elf Sage] was like through the different characteristics between the worlds.

It’s just that after the divination of Yin and Yang was introduced to the ancient Greek world, problems mainly arose in astrology and numerology.

Adjustments can be made quickly with Lan's help.

At that time, Tishaya fell directly into a world without chaos magic, and the energy base was different, so the progress was much slower.

"Almost done. I'll take you to Aretuza." Lan En patted Abe Haruaki's shoulder. "Please bear with me for a while, and then change back to paper man form, how about that?"

Abe Haruaki nodded: "No problem. I am also interested in the wizards from other worlds."

As he spoke, he walked to Qilin's side, and with a flash of white light, he turned into a floating paper man and stuffed it into the gap of the magic harness.

Cassandra also stood up from the stone she was sitting on, shook her shoulders, and asked teasingly while stretching her muscles.

"So, your lover here is in that mage school called Aretuza?"

"The one who made you less inclined to sleep with me in the first place?"

"I'm starting to get excited, Lan. I think it's going to be fun when we meet."

"Hmm," the demon hunter licked his lips first, then said cryptically, "Maybe it's not quite accurate to describe it as 'that'. But it's almost the same."

"Oh, don't be shy!" Cassandra patted Lan En generously. "Over here, it's common for people who drift on the sea to set up families on several islands, and sleep wherever they go. We will get along very happily!"

"Come on, it's time to go." Lan En patted Qilin on the back.

Cassandra didn't need his help. She faced the huge and noble sacred beast. She fell in love with it from the first sight.

The falconer shrugged and let Ikaros fly.

She jumped onto the back of the Qilin horse, which was taller than her head, with incredible lightness.

"Oh, right." As if he suddenly remembered something, Lan En said to Cassandra in front of him after he got on the horse, "We have to wait a little longer. You have to ask Ikaros to do me a favor."
-
The weather at Lake Vizima was a mess, so the weather in the small village of Darkwater was even less likely to be good.

The cold wind and dark clouds brought waves of lake water onto the village's shabby wooden dock, bringing with it a fishy smell.

It was cold and damp, but there was no snow, which only made the ground more muddy and annoying.

Thanks to the small "economic takeoff" that has occurred in the village in recent years, there are many more large livestock in the village.

There were three horses, a cow and three donkeys.

But this did not make the village look much prettier. Instead, there were several more piles of grass-green dung balls on the road.

Then these dung balls were pressed into the muddy land by footprints and wheel tracks, and they became indistinguishable from each other.

One can't help but feel fortunate: fortunately, the feces of herbivores smell much better than that of carnivores.

The door of the village tavern was opened, and cold wind swirled in through the crack.

The sleepy-eyed tavern owner muttered a curse behind the bar: "Plague!"

"If you want to come in, come in, and close the door once you're inside! What are you doing standing outside holding the door open like an idiot?"

There was a crackling fireplace in the pub, which created a temperature difference between indoors and outdoors.

"I'm sorry, Gatis." The voice behind the door was kind and friendly, "I wanted to rub the soles of my shoes on your threshold before coming in."

The tavern owner didn't react for a moment, he just thought that the person who spoke like that must be an acquaintance.

"Don't bother. Floors are meant to be walked on, right? They're not very clean anyway."

"That's done." The person outside the door responded and walked in completely.

When the heavy footsteps touched the floor, there was a creaking sound. The boss, who was listlessly dozing off behind the counter, suddenly jumped up as if a spring was installed on his buttocks after he raised his eyes!
"Oh my!" He screamed in a distorted voice. "Sir? It's been a long time since we last met! Do you still remember my name?"

He seemed a little flustered, but immediately put the towel on the table over his shoulders.

"Same old, a strong drink."

Lan En said as he sat down in front of the counter.

He was wearing a cloak at this time, covering his armor that looked somewhat ferocious and sharp, but he did not wear a hood.

The tavern was renovated with the support of the Temerian Intelligence Agency. The large seats are very comfortable and will not look out of place for ordinary people to sit on.

"Just wait and see!" The tavern owner Gatiss said excitedly, fiddling with the counter for a while before pulling out a bottle, "Livian cherry wine! It has been out of print for half a year since the fall of Rivia!" As usual, although strong liquor should be served in small cups that can be held in the palm of the hand, when entertaining Lan En, Gatiss directly used a large wooden cup for beer.

"Huh~ Livia fell?"

Lan En asked after taking a sip and exhaling breath that tasted of cherry wine.

"When did this happen?"

Talking about the war, the tavern owner's joy at seeing Lan came and went quickly.

"It's been at least four months." He recalled, wiping his hands with the rag on his shoulder, "Look at my store, the decoration is nice, but no one comes here during this idle time."

"I'm saving all my money there. Life is tight."

The fire in the fireplace cast a warm glow over the tavern, and the smell of burning pine wood was unpleasant, but not unpleasant either.

The tables and chairs were empty, with only a few Gwent cards on the bar that the owner seemed to be playing for his own amusement.

Lan nodded and said nothing.

In fact, this state even shows that the situation is not too bad, at least in the area where the village of Dark Water is located.

People felt the urgency and threat of the war, so they began to save money much more than before, and even drank less of the cheapest watered-down ale.

But it has not reached the stage where one's emotions have collapsed, life has fallen apart, and one has become desperate and drunk.

"You must be back from a long trip again?" The tavern owner said to Lan En with a look of understanding, "War, everyone is concerned about the war now."

He held the small wooden cup between three fingers and poured himself a glass of Livia cherry wine.

Lan En saw this and raised his glass to clink with his.

The rose-red wine goes down the throat, making people breathe a sigh of relief.

"Actually." After drinking a small glass of strong liquor, Gatiss seemed to have gained some courage. He said to Lan in a stuttering and tentative tone, "It may not be a bad thing for you to go away, sir."

"What do you mean?" Lan En put down the cup and asked.

"After the war started, everyone thought you would fight those Nilfgaardian black dogs to the end like you did last time. But then, bad news came one after another, and you never showed up."

He carefully raised his eyes to look at Lan.

"Of course! I know you often travel far away! But others..."

"Others?" Lan En was still smiling. "What do others say?"

"You know that too." The tavern owner was a little embarrassed. He subconsciously pulled the rag off his shoulder and rubbed it in his hands. "There are a lot of traitors among the warlocks of Thanedd Island, and you are very close to the sorceresses. Just..."

"It seems suspicious?"

Lan En's expression did not change, and he directly said what the other party was reluctant to say.

"I helped the North the first time, and the Nilfgaardians left. And now I didn't help the second time, so everyone thinks this was a mistake? Or to put it more bluntly-"

"Lan was persuaded and controlled by those sorceresses in bed. Is he now actually standing with the Nilfgaardian Empire in the south? Is he actually a shameful traitor?"

"."

The tavern owner said nothing.

"Okay, Gatis." Lan En was still smiling, holding up the wine glass to block half of his face. "I guessed these words about half a year ago."

"Many people will say and think this way." Lan En pursed his lips, as if he was tasting the flavor of Livia cherry wine, or as if he was tasting something else.

But in the end, he smiled and said: "This is normal, Gati"

However, before he could finish saying the tavern owner's name, he was rudely interrupted.

"But not everyone thinks that way, sir!"

Lan En, who was interrupted, looked at the man opposite him who was looking at him seriously in a daze.

"Like me! I don't think so!"

"You always remember my name, right sir!" The owner of the Dark Water Tavern still had tears in the corners of his eyes.

But the look in his eyes was clear and firm.

The solemn emotion in this made Lan En subconsciously and seriously put down his wine glass.

"It was just like before the last war! I told you my name and I was so scared and I didn't know what to do! Then I told you: I wanted to be remembered by someone important. And then..."

"You remember him, sir!"

At this moment, he held the rag in his hand and squeezed it nervously until his knuckles turned white.

"Until today! The war has started again! You remember him too!"

"So! I don't believe any bullshit rumors and gossip! You know my name, but what about them? Why should I believe those who don't even know my name and not you?!"

(End of this chapter)