Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1623 1595. Waves
"You are always accurate in what you do, so I won't ask any more questions."

Berengar nodded to Lan, but still said something with some concern.

"But you still have to be careful."

Facing the old witcher's concern, Lan En smiled without explaining, but just smiled to reassure him.

But he was sure of it in his heart.

During the nearly half a month since he returned to the magical Middle Ages, he tried to understand every aspect of this war that had lasted for half a year and then ceased for several months.

However, it seems that he has never come into contact with any serious Northern military officers or official personnel to understand the war from an official perspective.

But in fact, his attempt to understand the war from a military perspective began on the first day he brought Cassandra into this world.

Just like the healing church in Yharnam, they admitted patients not for the purpose of curing and saving lives, and they even spread diseases themselves, because in their eyes, diseases themselves were a means of acquiring knowledge and exploring the truth.

And Lan En also holds a similar logic at this moment.

——Let the change begin.

Only by letting the situation move can I see the truth hidden under this muddy water, rather than hearing the news from others.

The person who spread the news may have limited ability and vision. Or he may simply have ulterior motives and unclear camp. Or he may be used by others and kept in the dark.

But battle reports may lie, but the battle lines and the battle situation will not lie.

Lan's appearance was like a huge rock that hit the seemingly peaceful winter truce.

The waves he caused spread in all directions from the moment he showed up.
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Derived forward in time.

The day when the demon hunter, who looked like no ordinary person, rode on a tall horse and walked all the way from the outskirts of Vizima to the gate of Gos Velen after two "long" days.

In the temporary command post of the Haji Fortress, the soldiers wearing clothes with the Temerian white lily emblem saw the so-called "Blue Guard" commander, Vernon Roche, entering the upper command room in the fortress right after the intelligence chief.

A few months ago, Aedirn was about to be dismembered and strangled by the Nilfgaardian army. At this time, Foltest signed a peace treaty with the Nilfgaardians, claiming that he had "brought peace".

This practice was despised by quite a number of people in private discussions.

But the king was not a complete fool, on the contrary, he was very shrewd.

Of course, the peace treaty was signed, but during the mere sixteen days of the treaty, Foltest simply ignored the Nilfgaardians stationed on the country's southern border.

Instead, they gathered their forces in the northeastern Principality of Elland and captured the Haji Fortress of Aedirn in one fell swoop. This throat fortress is located in the Pontar River Valley at the intersection of the four northern countries.

Sixteen days later, the Nilfgaardians broke the peace treaty and declared war on Temeria.

But at the same time, the country of Aedirn had essentially disappeared and only existed in name. No one could trouble Foltest.

The soldier on guard tilted his head and blew his nose, complaining about the temperature difference between day and night in the Pontar River Valley, as well as the humid water vapor and the stench of silt.

Then he wiped the back of his hand, put the halberd in one hand, and reached into the gap between the breastplate and the lining in front of him with the other hand. He pulled out a cold and hard lye bread knot and began to eat it by biting it.

He didn't know what information the commander of the Blue Guards and the chief of intelligence had brought in.

A few months ago, he had come to this fortress as a guard escorting the king. At that time, they were still guests in the fortress, and the territorial rights belonged to Aedirn.

Foltest's temporary command post was set up in the room where the kings had held their secret meeting. In the blink of an eye, a few months passed and some of the kings who had participated in the secret meeting died, some disappeared, and some went into exile.

Only he was still standing here, and as the master of the fortress.

The soldiers standing guard at the stairs in the castle only heard the king's sudden shout of surprise and relief from the command post above, but then there was the sound of busy footsteps.

It seemed like everyone in the room started running.

The soldier just raised his head in slight surprise and continued to gnaw on the lye bread knot in his hand.

He was just a soldier and didn't care about many things.

Foltest is not even in the palace now, so of course the noise is much smaller.

And in the far south, in the heart of the Nilfgaard Empire, there is the Golden Tower City and the Alba River, known as the 'real Nilfgaard'.

That morning there was an unusual commotion in the Imperial Palace.

In the culture of the Nilfgaardian nobility, it is rare to show excitement and excitement. This is considered a sign of immaturity. Even a young person who has a little self-esteem should try to avoid such emotions.

But this morning, there were no young people in the palace, but the atmosphere in the air was still restless.

The huge throne room of this world-famous palace was filled with nobles, knights and courtiers with rigid and serious expressions.

Each was dressed in formal black court gowns with white ruffled collars and lace cuffs, and they might be accompanied by equally solemn ladies, who only embellished their black dresses with small jewels.

Black and white, this is the standard color scheme of the empire. Everyone has a solemn, rigid and serious expression, but each of them is extremely excited.

"Finally found it? It's been a long and winding journey! But why is it found at this moment?"

"What's wrong now? It's still a good hand even now!"

"I heard she's ugly, skinny and ugly."

"But I heard she is of royal blood."

"illegitimate child?"

"No, the evidence is irrefutable. This is a completely legal and official child born out of wedlock."

"She will inherit the throne then?"

"If His Majesty the Emperor decides so."

"Great Sun, look at this! Look at Joachim de Witt and our new Count Rudolf Ep Darcy. Look at their faces. They look like they've drunk a bottle of vinegar."

"Keep your voice down, sir! Are you surprised by their expressions? According to the news, if it is true, then the emperor has undoubtedly slapped these ancient families in the face."

"This news can't be true! How could His Majesty the Emperor marry an abandoned baby? This is not the tradition of Nilfgaard!"

“Emhyr can do what he wants. Watch your words, sir! Many people have said that the emperor can’t do this or that, and they’ve all been hanged.”

"They say he has signed an order to give the girl an annuity of three hundred marks a year, and even the title of princess. It's incredible, isn't it? Have any of you actually seen her?"

"No one has seen her. After she arrived, she has been taken care of by Countess Liederthal and guarded by guards. They said they wanted her to look more like a princess and not always look like a farm girl."

"That's normal, we are barbarians from the north, barbaric Cintra."

When he said "barbarians from the north", no one reacted in particular, but when he heard the word "Cintra", the person who said it couldn't help but shut up.

Her eyes subconsciously glanced around quickly, and the surroundings fell into a brief silence.

This strange and abrupt silence lasted for more than a second, and then everyone continued to whisper as if nothing had happened.

"Your Majesty should actually get married. For the sake of the dynasty, an heir is absolutely necessary."

"Then let him get married and have children, but why must he find a homeless child?"

"This is about the situation, not anything else! Her title carries a broad legal claim to power within the dynasty to which she belongs! It has great significance for the empire's politics and strategy today! If she becomes the emperor's consort, let alone anything else, do you see the look in the eyes of the Kovir envoy over there? The look of whispering?"

"Your Excellency the Duke, it seems that you support this marriage? Or was it you who proposed it in the first place?"

"It is my business to support or not support it, Your Excellency. But I suggest that you do not make any suggestions to His Majesty the Emperor."

"Give suggestions? What suggestions can I give? Hasn't he already made up his mind?"

"I don't think so."

"Then you are wrong."

"Ma'am, what do you mean by that?"

“Emhyr has had Baroness Tarnham removed from the palace, with orders for her to return to her husband.”

"He broke up with Derula Treffen Broni?! That's impossible! Derula has been loved by him for the past three years."

"But she has indeed been banished from the palace now. Not only her, but also Aini Dermot and Clara Apple Gwendolyn Gore."

"I heard that they didn't know what was good for them and made things very awkward. In the end, each of them sent out two guards to put them on carriages and take them back to their homes."

"Oh, then their husbands must be very happy."

"I still say the same thing about this: I don't think so."

"Three lovers! Not one was left?! Just for a northern barbarian? A street kid? I heard that the street kid was skinny and ugly?"

"Keep it down! Oh my God! Keep it down!"

"Emhyr never liked ugly women. His three lovers were all very beautiful, and the blond D'Ulla was an extremely beautiful woman."

"Not to mention. Not to mention that our Emperor has been possessing them both at the same time since two years ago, instead of just picking one at a time like before."

Most of the male nobles smiled knowingly at this, while the female nobles and ladies would often politely turn their heads away, but in fact, these contents no longer caused any ambiguous or shy waves in their hearts.

"Well, my Lords, there is no need to elaborate on this point. We all know that since the failure two years ago, although His Majesty the Emperor still has no intention of concluding a formal marriage, he is keen on... or rather, eager to leave his own bloodline. This is human nature."

(End of this chapter)