Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1612 1584. Joy
After I came back, I met with my friends, had dinner with them, and got a general idea of ​​the changes and situations that have taken place during this period of time.

It was almost late at night.

Even places like the Yinlu Tavern, which have good business, become much quieter late at night.

Outside the original private room, you can hear the loud shouting of drunkards and diners.

The men from the Skellige Islands roared loudly, and the bards sang in the corners of the hall, waiting for rewards.

The waitresses in the pub were going back and forth to clean up the tables where wine and sauce were spilled, occasionally chatting and laughing with the bold guests. If they were interested, they could make a deal tonight.

Because it is separated by a door, the noise in the hall is always a muffled background sound that does not disturb the people inside.

But once the door is opened, the noisy and lively atmosphere will rush in instantly.

By this time, even the sounds outside the door had faded.

The shouts of the Skellige people turned into the murmurs of drunken people, and the bard played the lute intermittently, but he no longer wanted to speak and waste his voice.

The demon hunters drank happily. After all, with such strict guard work nowadays, there was really no time to relax on holidays.

So in order to make the drink more enjoyable, Gerd pestered Lan En and pulled out a bottle of [High-quality White Honey] from his bag.

Pour the small potion bottle into the large bottle of rye vodka, then shake it vigorously to mix it evenly.

This cup of poisoned rye vodka has a strength that is beyond the tolerance of a normal person.

Of course, it was Lan who would definitely feel bad for letting Ged use his potion reserves. He would probably hold the bottle and hesitate to say, "Or you can just drink it."

Demon hunters can therefore enjoy the charming dizziness and relaxation brought by drunkenness.

"If you ask me, Geralt shouldn't have gotten back together with that sorceress! What happened? He suffered so much!"

Eskel held a glass of wine and complained about the complicated love life of his companion who was as close as a brother to him.

"Wouldn't it be better to just be an ordinary witcher? No dragon hunting, no fraternizing with kings, no sleeping with sorceresses! Like me!"

It seems that no matter how serious and good-tempered a person is, he or she will find it difficult to control himself or herself after getting drunk.

Lan En was a little tipsy and leaned back in his chair, looking at his friends across from him.

Tishaya and Margarita didn't find Eskel's words offensive.

After all, Yennefer's personality has been criticized a lot among sorceresses.

And when Geralt left Aretuza last time, his injuries were so serious that it almost seemed like he would not survive.

It was Lan En who rescued him, otherwise even if he survived, he would have been left disabled.

"The point is not the sorceress, Eskel." Lan said in a low voice with a smile, "Look at how Yennefer and Geralt get along with each other. Even if Yennefer didn't have that chaos magic, they would definitely torture each other, but they can't live without each other."

"The identity of a sorceress is just a footnote to Yennefer. She is a complex, multifaceted, living person. In fact, every sorceress is a living person, isn't she?"

"No! You're not right!" Eskel muttered incoherently, but his brain, blurred by alcohol, was only concerned with arguing and he couldn't sort out his logic.

So I could only continue to mutter the same things.

Margarita did not feel offended by Eskel's complaint. She was now leaning her elbows on the table, supporting her face with the back of her hands, and looking at Lan En with her head tilted.

When people want to get drunk, even though the alcohol content of red wine is not high, grape juice can make people "dizzy".

"Okay." The old demon hunter just glanced at Margarita's eyes from the side, then consciously moved his chair back, stood up and called out, "Ged, Eskel, we should go. We've been relaxed enough today."

"For the love of the gods, spare some time for those who need it."

After pushing and shoving, the old witcher, who had not drunk much, dragged the drunken members of the Bear School and the Wolf School out.

Tishaya adjusted the lace on her sleeves to make them symmetrical in length, then stood up gracefully.

"Please follow me, Master Abe." Earlier, Lan En explained to them the order of Eastern names. "I will arrange for you to rest on the island of Thanedd."

Tishaya showed respect and welcome to spellcasters from outside.

Language barriers actually do not exist in front of sorceresses, after all, their telepathic abilities are almost instinctive.

However, if they rashly connected to an external spellcaster, it might cause offense or arouse hostility, so they used more cautious language to communicate.

Abe Haruaki followed closely behind Tishaya, holding up the corner of his complicated Onmyoji robe and walking out.

Tishaya didn't say what the arrangements were for the people who stayed behind, and Abe Haruaki just smiled and didn't ask.

It was not until he was about to walk out the door that the Yin-Yang master narrowed his eyes, smiled like a fox and greeted Lan En.

"The night is short, Your Highness."

Only Lan En could understand his Japanese, but the meaning contained in that mischievous smile was universal and transcended language.

After everyone had left, the leftovers from the banquet were spread out on the table, and the atmosphere was temporarily immersed in a strange silence.

"So." After a few breaths, Cassandra tilted her head and asked as if asking for advice, breaking the silence, "Can I f**k him?"

"Pfft!" Lan En, who was sitting on the side, couldn't help laughing. Margarita was very curious and even looked at Cassandra with a bit of bewilderment.

"Wait! Wait! You mean here?"

The sorceress looked at the messy desktop.

This is a private room specially opened by the Yinlu Tavern for holding banquets, not a guest room with a bed and bathtub.

"It's a little oily, but that's just fine." Cassandra shrugged. "Oil can add interest, and we can make a mess of everything. If we get tired of playing, we can just grab something to eat and drink."

"Tell me the truth." Cassandra looked at Lan with sharp and urgent eyes, like a hungry lioness. "I want to swallow him and the food together."

The sorceress, who had always been unrestrained and contrary to public opinion, now stared blankly back and forth between Cassandra and Lan.

"Is that how she plays over there?"

Margarita turned her head and asked Lan En with a stutter.

The sorceress had seen some tricks before, and strictly speaking, Cassandra was not the one that could shock her. But she didn't expect that there was someone who was as good as the sorceress.

"Strictly speaking." Lan En was already laughing beside him, "It's the norm over there, haha."

Refer to the unrestrained behavior in the early days of civilization in ancient Greece, or directly refer to the decadent life of Alcibiades, a famous beautiful young man in Athens.

Lan En was not surprised.

"Forget about it at the dining table. I don't want to play this today. But."

Margarita pinched her forehead, then rolled her eyes and smiled playfully.

"This pub has a hot spring bath underneath."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Cassandra cheered, took two more bottles of wine from the table, kicked open the door and walked out.

The bathhouse that had long been booked by Margarita had also been arranged.
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When Margarita opened her eyes again in a daze, she still didn't know what time it was.

The bathhouse of the Yinlu Tavern is built underground and of course is not exposed to the sun.

She was so happy and contented in her lover's arms last night that she didn't know when she fell asleep.

Only vague impressions remain, those stirring water splashes, beautiful bodies
She looked around and realized that she was probably in the dressing room built between the bathhouse and the tavern floor.

She must have been carried up after she fell asleep last night. The bathhouse was damp and warm, but although her body had been soaked in the power of chaos magic, it was still not easy for her to sleep in that kind of environment for a whole night without any preparation and she didn't feel uncomfortable.

Margarita stood up and felt refreshed both physically and mentally.

She didn't bother to wrap even a towel around herself, so she just opened the door and walked to the bathhouse below the dressing room.

The beautiful and graceful body, naked, danced with the footsteps.

She had booked this place for several days, so she wasn't worried about anyone else coming in.

The scent of rosemary surged with the damp air, and Margarita pushed the damp golden hair that was sticking to her forehead behind her ears.

She heard the sound of waves in the pool.

She was a little confused at first, but then she remembered some scenes from last night.

It wasn't just the two of them last night.

When Margarita walked down the steps, she saw Cassandra, who was also naked, sitting by the pool and eating an apple.

Her carefree look is bold and unrestrained.

To be honest, Margarita was surprised by the combination of feminine beauty and healthy and strong body.

Similarly, Cassandra by the pool looked at Margarita with amazement and enjoyment.

"I just went upstairs and brought down breakfast. Do you want some?"

Cassandra pointed to the plates by the sink.

On top was a bottle of red wine and a serving of borscht, served with bread and fruit.

"Hey, don't look at me like that. I'm not going out naked. I just threw the towel I was wearing. Come on, beautiful girl, I'm just a little bit wild in sex, I'm not a slut."

The falconer smiled and winked at the sorceress.

"Didn't we all enjoy each other last night?"

"Indeed." Margarita could not deny the joy of last night. Amid the sound of splashing water, she stepped into the bathtub and sat opposite Cassandra.

The hot and humid steam floated between the two of them.

"But after we go to bed, I think we should talk first."

(End of this chapter)