Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1603 1575. Small Dispute

"The equipment of your soldiers seems to be very good."

Cassandra turned left and right on Kirin's broad horseback, looking with interest at this first large city she had entered since coming to this world.

"Unfortunately, it seems that their physical fitness and combat level are not up to par."

In Cassandra's eyes, the gray blades of the axes and spears, as well as the high coverage of armor on these people, were all very good equipment for ordinary people.

Although the Athenian linen armor has good protection, it is a compromise made for cost and heat dissipation considerations and cannot compare to real metal, not to mention this kind of iron product with mature craftsmanship.

But in the city of Gos Velen, the sloppy look of these guards made Cassandra feel that they were somewhat unworthy of their equipment.

On the surface, the ancient Greek world seemed to be a world that was developing in the normal historical process, but the Isu people, as pioneers of civilization, had already left their mark on that world.

The humans in that world naturally have good basic qualities.

The ceiling is also higher after exercise.

Perhaps it’s because of the genetic remnants of the Isu.

However, according to Lan's calculations, once the humans in that world develop from the early state of civilization and begin to expand in population, this genetic advantage will be diluted in the population expansion and will eventually become almost undetectable.

After all, the Isu people and the Isu civilization are already rootless duckweed, unable to increase their stock and can only continue to be consumed.

Just like the so-called "artifact fragments" in that world, the more they are used, the less they are and they cannot be regenerated.

But judging from the environment Cassandra is in now, there are indeed many warriors who can tear tigers and leopards apart with their bare hands, just like in primitive myths.

"They are not the best." Lan explained to Cassandra, trying to help her understand this world better. "Their quality is not good, but their equipment matches their quality. There are better ones above them."

"And there's too much mud here." Cassandra could understand the coordination of equipment and personnel, but the appearance of the city here still made her shrug her shoulders.

"It's also near the sea, but it's really humid here. Malaka! Is there no sunshine at the seaside here?"

The size of Goth Velen as a city did not surprise Cassandra.

Before the great plague, Athens had a population of hundreds of thousands.

Moreover, the ancient Greek world was full of buildings that could be called "wonders". When she looked at the area of ​​Gos Velen, perhaps only the Aretusa Palace in the distance could be called "majestic".

The rest are considered a cluster of small bungalows.

The weather in places like the northern countries is not at the same level as the Mediterranean climate, where the sun is shining all year round and even the stones are turned white by the sun. The duration and intensity of sunlight are completely different.

In the ancient Greek world, Cassandra often traveled across an island without seeing much muddy terrain.

There are dry dirt roads or exposed stone ground everywhere.

But in Gos Velen, wherever the Qilin's hooves stepped, the mud would make a "smacking" sound.

This made Cassandra, who was used to wearing Greek sandals, feel very uncomfortable.

Lan, who was sitting in the front, suddenly turned around and looked down at Cassandra, while the falconer looked at her eagerly and refused to give in.

Finally, the demon hunter gave in: "Okay, okay. I know you've always wanted to see the weapons and equipment here, but could you please stop repeating them in my ear over and over again for no reason?"

"Sparta! Sparta!" Lan En sighed repeatedly, "You Spartan woman really like weapons."

"The Spartans treated their weapons like lovers."

Cassandra was speaking very complacently, then suddenly reacted and turned her serious tone to Lan.

"Of course, when making love, a living lover is irreplaceable. Don't even think about running away!"

"Of course, of course." Lan En muttered, "Should I be thankful for this? You won't be addicted to 'toys'?"

"Oh! Honey, honey, haha!" Cassandra seemed to be amused by Lan's complaints and murmurs. She laughed wildly and patted Lan's shoulder.

As the two talked, Lan En pulled the Qilin's mane and made it turn to Cardo Street, the central avenue leading away from Gos Velen.

Then he turned and walked towards the factory area beside the city wall.

The fishy smell and shouts of Gos Velen Fish Market gradually faded away, replaced by the smell of burning charcoal and fuel, and the endless sound of metal hammering.

There were fewer people around, and most of them were craftsmen rushing around.

Lan En was heading towards the main factory building, which was the largest and earliest built.

But Cassandra, who was sitting behind him, tugged at the corner of his clothes, and when Lan turned around, he saw a golden light flashing in the falconer's eyes.

And he looked very excited.

"That direction." Cassandra pointed to the fork in the road on the right. "There's a group of people gathered together, and it seems like they're arguing. Do you want to go check it out?"

"Dispute?" Lan En raised his eyebrows.

In this noisy environment filled with burning smells, the demon hunter's extraordinary senses were greatly confused. Moreover, since becoming a demon hunter, it was rare for others to discover abnormalities before him.

This sense was not as sharp as others, and it seemed quite fresh to Lan En.

But when he looked up again, he saw Ikaros circling in the sky. He had a direct visual connection with the biological drone, which was a huge advantage.

But a dispute in Gos Velen's factory area?

The last time I left, didn’t that incident eliminate the gap between the non-human craftsmen and the human craftsmen?

Lan and Cassandra dismounted together, and Flannel Ball also followed Qilin, wanting to come and watch the fun.

The four of them walked for a while on the fork in the road between the factories and arrived at a crossroads that was neither too big nor too small.

And the 'dispute' that Cassandra was talking about was happening right before their eyes.

Before he even stepped out of the shadows between the buildings, Lan En's lips slightly curled up.

At the medium-sized intersection, a group of people blocked a carriage.

The carriage looked heavy with cargo, probably either raw materials or rough ingots of newly-made Valyrian steel.

"Okay, gentlemen, calm down."

A sturdy man wearing the armor of a high-level bear school demon hunter, with a traditional two-handed and a half sword on his back, stood next to the carriage and spoke calmly to the group of people blocking the road.

It was obvious to the naked eye that the coachman was a little annoyed at the people who blocked the road, but he didn't dare to take action. After the burly witcher spoke, the coachman's face became much calmer.

"This is a normal trade activity of the Valyrian Chamber of Commerce." The sturdy witcher spoke a string of words as if he was reading a book. "Our trade is protected by the royal authorization of Temeria, Redania, Kaedwen, Aedirn and other countries."

"We also pay taxes on time and in full, and have signed trade licenses with countries such as Kovir and Povis. In the name of the sacred law, this is a completely legal and formal business activity that should be protected."

"Now, please step back immediately. Otherwise you will be committing a crime."

After saying this, the burly demon hunter scratched his majestic and thick beard.

Unfortunately, the four or five people on the opposite side didn't buy it.

"Heh~teh!" The leading man tilted his head and spat on the ground. "Yes, Valyrian steel! A legitimate business licensed by many countries. But, among these 'many countries', did you deliberately omit one, huh? Snake Eyes?"

The burly demon hunter turned his head away helplessly and angrily, with his hands on his hips.

The leader on the other side seemed to take this action as a tacit agreement: "You are still protected by the trade of the Nilfgaardians! Right?"

He shouted loudly, as if he was afraid that others couldn't hear him.

"Even though you're at war, you haven't stopped selling your share to the Nilfgaardians!"

"You let the black dogs of Nilfgaard wield the fine swords of Valyrian steel to slaughter us northerners! You are a bunch of traitors who sell out your country!"

These words were spoken with such passion that several people behind him started to shout together.

But the burly demon hunter who was still standing in front of them just covered his forehead with his hands, looking like he was tired of listening.

"I warn you again," he said helplessly, "Don't block the road! This is a normal trade that is legal and compliant. You are committing a crime."

"It's a crime!" The leading man on the opposite side refused to give in and even took a step forward provocatively. "Then the biggest crime I have committed is loving Temeria! Loving this land...Puwu!"

Unfortunately, only half of the impassioned speech was finished.

The other half was punched back into the stomach.

As soon as he took a step forward, the sturdy demon hunter tightened his arm armor and gloves, and then punched the leading man in the stomach!
Immediately, the liver-bursting punch brought huge muscle pulling pain, and the man shrank to the ground while twitching like a cooked shrimp.

The sudden pain caused blood to rush to his face, his blood pressure soared, and his face turned red and veins appeared.

Anyway, I can’t get up for a while.

The people behind were stunned at first, but they had no intention of retreating. Instead, when they saw the strong man beating people, they started cursing and pulled out the iron-wrapped wooden sticks from their waists and were ready to start fighting.

The coachman hurriedly tightened the reins for fear that the horses would be frightened.

But the demon hunter didn't seem nervous at all, and didn't even show any intention of drawing the steel sword behind him.

Only a few muffled "bang bang bang" sounds were heard, followed by cries of pain. Due to the multiple advantages of strength, skills and armor over the common people, this group of people were beaten like a group of children in front of the burly demon hunter.

As if they were used to it, after beating up a few troublemakers, the witcher and the coachman dragged them to the side of the road.

Then the driver said hello and drove off along the road as usual.

"Clap clap clap."

A burst of applause came from the alley near the intersection, and Lan En walked out while clapping.

He just happened to meet the eyes of the burly demon hunter who turned his head when he heard the sound.

"You're quite skillful, Gerd."

"But am I ignorant? When did the security in the factory area become so bad?"

(End of this chapter)