Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1632 1604. Henry Hans
Although Maria adhered to her own character, she left her hometown of Cainhurst and went to the former Old Yharnam to become a hunter and apprentice of German.

But even though she hated her hometown, Cainhurst's style and aesthetics were ingrained in her.

Compared to the gloomy and depressed Yharnam hunter, whether it is the [Evelynn] with a miniature relief on the gun, or the long sword [Fallen Leaves].

Or maybe it was that this outfit, which was more extravagant, complicated, decadent yet noble than the Victorian style, clearly showed the temperament of Cainhurst, who was known as the 'Filthy Blood Clan'.

But even such a cold and beautiful woman with a complex and contradictory temperament mentioned it to Lan En softly at this moment, as if she was speaking casually.

"I am your guest, but at the same time, I am also the one you rescued. Please let me know if you need any help."

"You've helped me a lot, Maria."

"You don't trust me?" The female hunter turned her head with her hat brim drooping. "Or do you not believe in my ability?"

"Neither." Lan En shook his head. "It's just that you are certainly a powerful hunter who can survive in a place like Yharnam, but war and hunting are two different things."

The demon hunter smiled and spread out his hands, allowing the other party to see his heavy armor.

"Even if it's hunting in different worlds, it's not the same thing. Even when I was just hunting in the past, I always wore heavy armor."

"You've helped me a lot, Maria."

Lan placed his broad palm on the other's seemingly fragile shoulder, and the witcher winked at her and joked.

"If there is a real need, I will not be polite. But now, I can only ask you to stay in this small castle. Of course."

"It's still not as good as Cainhurst, haha."

Even though she had been away from Yharnam for more than half a year, the female hunter still carried a faint smell of blood. She looked at Lan En steadily, then quickly turned her head away, leaving only one sentence.

"Just remember."

Then he turned and walked down the city wall.

Lan En also walked down from the city wall and called out to Qilin, who was eager to jump to the top of the castle tower, and prepared to leave.

Even when he first came to Gaoqiu Castle, it took less than two hours in total, which could be said to be the shortest time he had stayed in his own castle.

But after all, we have to do something.

Cassandra was already waiting at the door.

The Spear of Leonidas was like a dagger with an extended handle, flying back and forth between her palms to kill time.

"That beauty," Cassandra said as she saw Lan coming over. She raised her chin and smiled evilly at him, making her look like a female gangster. "Is this related to you?"

"Tsk, it is related, but it is probably not the same as what you think now."

Lan said to Cassandra in amazement.

But the falconer obviously cared a lot about his opponent.

"I never thought that someone as slender as her could fight so well! I haven't seen many beauties like her."

Cassandra jumped onto Qilin's back and sat with Lan, but continued to ask questions.

In ancient Greece, the beauty that was advocated in the early days of civilization was mostly the beauty of health and strength.

If I have to say it, it should be compared to a machete with smooth but strong lines.

And someone like Maria, who is slender but sharp and gloomy, feels more like a rapier or a scalpel.

Of course it was rare and strange in Cassandra's eyes.

In fact, let alone Cassandra, even in this magical Middle Ages, the temperament brought by Maria and Adeline's Yharnam is unique and profound enough.

"There are many things you haven't seen." Lan En comforted the falconer who was a little excited because of the battle just now. "Later, we can go to the New World together and hunt some monsters that are truly like myths."

"But now. Qilin."

Suppressing Cassandra's excitement of 'wanting to fight a mythical monster', Lan En lowered his head and patted the side of the ancient dragon's neck.

"Whoops?"

Qilin turned his head back and looked at Lan En with his ruby-like eyes.

"We're going to Aedirn, the direction where we're going to hunt the Mist Nest Lord Tyrannosaurus Rex. Then."

Lan En's plan was not unexpected, except for the second half of the sentence.

"Now, you don't have to deliberately pass through those inhabited villages and inns on the road. We will take the wild road. At the same time, you don't have to keep yourself at a walking pace all the time."

Qilin didn't know why he had asked for so much trouble before, nor did he know why he didn't ask for it now.

But for it, it feels good to be able to run a little faster, at least it is more comfortable than walking at a slow pace.

Lan put on his hooded cloak.

At the same time he began to control his body, making it seem as if he was in a witcher's meditation state, and remained mostly silent.

The newly implanted [neural knot] began to become active.

It began to control the activity and dormancy of different regions of Lan's brain.

This was not because Lan En was tired or sleepy like he was now, so he activated this strengthening organ, but because he needed to try his best to suppress the possible fluctuations of chaotic magic in his body.

Qilin, Flannel Ball, Cassandra, and myself, only one of the four targets possesses chaos magic.

He had walked from Darkwater to Goth Velen in order to be seen.

But now he was going to Aedirn so as not to be seen.

Qilin didn't understand what Lan En was doing, and it didn't want to understand.

The white hoof with blue lightning patterns scraped the dark basalt on the ground slightly.

With a sharp whistle, the tall horse and the passenger on its back had already disappeared into the woods and ran off into the distance in a flash of shadow!
Upper Aedirn, near the entrance to the Pontar Valley, the city of Vergen.

This city is an old one with a long history, even older than the history of the northern humans, for it was built by the dwarves of the Mahakam Mountains.

It was originally a colony expanded by the dwarves for mining, and to this day, dwarves still make up the majority of the residents in the town.

This is very rare among human countries.

Since humans landed in Novigrad in the north, and due to the depletion of mineral veins, the dwarven mining colonies have been abandoned one after another, and the dwarves have retreated back to the Mahakam Mountains along with the ore.

However, Vergen has completed the transformation from a mining city to a transit trade city due to its convenient transportation conditions at the entrance of the Pontar River Valley.

Originally there were only dwarves working as miners in the city, but today, most of the dwarves work in the service and financial industries.

For example, a pub owner, a casino doorman, a bank lender, etc.

It has become a large trade center in Aedirn.

But since the Second Northern War started by Nilfgaard has already swept the world, why should this place be spared?
The Pontar River flowed constantly, bringing moisture even on this cold day, annoyingly lush vegetation, and fetid but fertile silt.

As the entrance to the valley, Vergen must of course also endure these natural conditions.

On the top of Vergen, smoke filled the air, and flying rocks and arrows were everywhere.

"Henry! Arrows! Give me arrows!"

On the top of the city wall, there was a group of humans, who were not common in Vergen. They were running around, shouting, and rushing around like ants on a hot pan.

The one who shouted was a man wearing a formal full-body armor. He was huddled behind the battlements of the city wall, looking so huddled up that he almost wished he could turn into an ant right there.

The large, one-piece plate armor and the well-curved joints mean that even though this armor is made of all steel, it does not cause any inconvenience in movement except for the occasional harsh "squeaking" sound from friction.

Through the gaps in his armor, you could see that he was wearing a bright yellow cotton armor lining.

The full-face helmet and the crow's beak-shaped visor were pulled down, making his voice muffled, and he could hear the panting inside.

"Hans! Sir Hans! Where are you?"

"This way! Stop looking, this way!"

After a lot of dragging, Sir Hans finally managed to pull his servant to his side.

When the mask was lifted, there was a young man with blond hair, who looked quite handsome except for his long face.

The servant he dragged over was a young man with short brown hair. He looked decent, but he seemed a little silly.

"Oh my god, what were you fooling around with, Henry? Did you shit your pants?"

After removing the visor, Hans' voice became less muffled and more clear.

He complained as he hurriedly took a handful of arrows from Henry and stuffed them into his own quiver.

"What did you say?!"

Henry's voice matches his appearance, really silly.

At this time he was shouting and pointing his hands at his ears.

"A stone from a trebuchet just fell next to me! It blew me away! My ears are stuffy now!"

"Oh, my poor Henry!" Hans was shocked, not sure if he was feeling anxious or was in awe of the luck of his servant and friend. "You are still alive! Is this true?!"

At this moment, there was a clang, and a fully armed knight, equipped with equipment similar to Hans, fell at the feet of the two people who were huddled beside the battlements.

But he didn’t pull down his crow’s beak-shaped visor, and I don’t know if it was for easier breathing or because the battle was too hot.

Anyway, an arrow had already pierced his eye.

The two men were not afraid of the corpse.

Sir Hans Capen was only startled at first, and then he kicked the corpse with disgust and complaint.

"Fuck!" His eyes were blank, but the tone of his voice, which should have been a sad sigh, always sounded funny when it came out of his mouth. "Why is it like this? I'm just here to do a simple task! Henry, tell me."

"Henry, stop messing with him! He's already dead! Who told him to dare to fight those damn elves without even putting on his visor?!"

"I just want this helmet!" Henry moved aside to let a soldier who was running in an unknown direction on the wall pass by, and turned back to shout to Hans, "My helmet doesn't have a visor!"

(End of this chapter)