Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1646 1618. Searching for Like-minded People
How much time is left for people to find the commander's room and then loot it?
The offensive rhythm designed by Lan himself was reflected on the ordinary soldiers, which was what Hans experienced.

After the city gates started to make noises, a series of events occurred that made his mind unable to process. Then the situation became more and more explosive and out of control, as if it was going to crush everyone to death!
They had been rushing around like sheep with their butts on fire all evening, not even taking the time to stop and think, doing things based on their superficial experience and their intuition.

After passing one level, there is another one. It seems that they have passed all of them, but in fact, Lan En let them out one by one.

Then, like sheep, they were driven to the small lake and were caught by someone who had taken advantage of their leisure time.

"I've arranged the schedule to be so tight, and someone still found time to rob a Nilfgaardian commander's room?!"

"It's not robbery, sir." When Stuart spoke, he felt that his usually cold and hard voice was a little embarrassed, "It's stealing."

"When we entered, we broke down the door."

Ok!

Lan En put his hands on his hips, the surprise on his face becoming even more intense.

It's still a delicate job that requires techniques and technical content, right?

He did not doubt the Embers' reconnaissance results.

After all, the entire Embers Knights are now mutated demon hunters, and they all have extraordinary demon hunter senses.

Although most of the Embers Knights were descendants of former nobles in Cintra, they had received formal education in marching, fighting, logistics management, reading, writing, and arithmetic.

However, tracking and analyzing traces are things that are generally mastered by hunters and mercenaries, and they do not have much time to learn and become proficient in them.

But now, Stuart and the fifteen Embers Knights around him have been in the peasant uprising in Aedirn for more than half a year.

The people he came into contact with during this period included human farmers, hunters, bankrupt citizens, the elven Scoia'tael guerrillas, and dwarf craftsmen.

In addition, in order to mediate racial conflicts, they had to find out the truth. Therefore, whether actively or passively, they still developed some skills.

These skills are not as good as those of old hunters and senior detectives with many years of experience, but combined with the extraordinary senses of demon hunters, they are already sufficient.

"We found an empty armor display in that room, and there was also an empty space on the weapon display on the wall."

"Of course, these things are not important. What is important is that we did not find any valuable documents or notes in that room."

At this point, Lan En raised his eyebrows under his hood: "Professional spy?"

Only those who are often exposed to secrets and know the power of information will regard a few yellowed documents and files that ordinary people disdain as more important than shining coins.

Judging from the opponent's efficiency of action, this is too far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

But Stuart still shook his head awkwardly: "Not like that, sir. He actually didn't let go of the money."

"There's a small box in that room that's obviously used to store valuables. It's empty so it can scare away mice."

When the army was collapsing and fleeing, he dared to use precious time to break into the commander's bedroom and loot.

If this person is not extremely skilled and courageous, then he is just a fool who cannot tell which is more important, life or wealth.

These two possibilities represent where this person might have gone: in the long line of prisoners being escorted into the city? Or in the pile of corpses that were about to be dug and buried?

"Find those documents wherever he is."

Lann gave the order, and the Embers stood up and responded immediately.

"Tell someone not to bury the bodies yet, but to search them again. We can slow down on these prisoners. Find Yarpan and ask him where he dumped the bodies from the ambush near the small lake, and search for them as well. The bodies outside might really be gone if we're slow to search!"

Lan En arranged the tasks according to their importance and gave instructions in a capable and concise manner.

We are short of manpower at the moment, otherwise we would definitely conduct investigations simultaneously. But in reality, we can only look for those who are likely to disappear first.

The war was creating tens of thousands of corpses, which spawned more and more monsters in the wild.

Even the crows near the battlefield had become visibly fatter, with their feathers glistening with oil.

These things don't care about a few pieces of inedible paper.

At this point, Lan En was no longer interested in watching the peaceful escort of prisoners of war under the city gate, so he turned around and walked away on the city wall.

The Embers Knights split into several waves, each completing their tasks in an orderly manner, while Stuart continued to follow behind Lan.

"Has the privateer seen the commander's room?"

Lan En asked as he walked without turning his head.

Privateer, this was an important role in the Scoia'tael.

It is impossible to fight guerrilla warfare without material supplies. On the contrary, the more guerrilla warfare you fight, the more you need to ensure supplies.

The Squirrel Party, which is hated by everyone, is similar to smugglers, but with bigger means and appetites. It is an important channel for them to replenish supplies.

Each privateer is an excellent appraiser, smuggler, information dealer, and a combination of other roles.

They dared to cooperate with a group like the Scoia'tael that hated humans so much that they took advantage of both sides, not to mention the relatively mild rebels.

And in the present day, the Peasants' Rebellion has undoubtedly learned this from the structure of the Scoia'tael.

Before this Civil War broke out, when dealing with the suppression of Aedirn and Demavi, private smugglers frequently conducted private transactions with cities such as Vengerberg and Guleta to purchase and sell goods.

With the Civil War going on, they certainly wouldn't be idle. "A privateer who was collecting goods saw a painting in the room, which was about the size of a human head, and he offered thirty florins for it."

Stuart reported immediately and smoothly.

Now as the war progresses, Nilfgaard's currency is also expanding its market in the economic field.

Originally, the currency in Aedirn was supposed to be the Mark, but Demave fled to Novigrad, and now there is no one in this land to stabilize the exchange rate. This currency is experiencing the dilemma of credit bankruptcy.

Moreover, the exchange rate between the North and the South is actually very complicated. For example, Nilfgaard also has the currency unit "Mark", but this mark is equal to sixty florins.

It is completely different in value from the mark, which is the normal currency of Aedirn.

Thirty florins, calculated at the exchange rate during the war, was equivalent to nearly four hundred and fifty orens.

This is the price of two sets of relatively ordinary heavy armor.

But considering the smuggling tactics of private traders who bought low and sold high, he at least lowered the price by half.

The original market price should be close to 1,400 Oren coins.

According to the current normal price, such a painting the size of a human head is equivalent to nearly five Valyrian steel swords.

"What's on the painting?"

"A girl holding a sun necklace."

"understood."

Lan En nodded slightly, confirming that this commander was definitely not the kind of person who could endure hardship.

Vergen is a dwarven city, and dwarves do not believe in the Great Sun.

The Commander must have brought this painting himself.

This commander is a typical Nilfgaardian officer who always brings his own expensive room decorations with him when conducting combat operations deep into enemy-occupied areas.

In the city of Vergen, rebels were everywhere collecting corpses and spoils from the ground.

The dwarven city was not badly damaged, as most of its buildings were built into the rock or beneath the ground. It was later incorporated into the Kaedweni occupied zone and then captured by the Nilfgaardians.

In order to attack and defend the city, the defenders built many temporary facilities on the ground.

This was not the first time Lan entered the dwarf city.

He had been to Hainburg of the Rizivar clan in the Amer Mountains, and to Erebor, the Lonely Mountain in the World of Arda.

However, compared with the previous two dwarf cities, Vergen seems to be less distinctive and less grand because it has to accommodate people of other races.

However, many square stone pillars are still used, and many door frames are abstract sculptures of square stone dwarf faces.

The most distinctive feature is the statue in the center of the city.

The dwarves worshipped a goddess of fertility and plenty, a faith that is considered one of the forerunners of the current Meliteli faith on the continent.

Her image is very plump, or even fat.

It is a happy fat woman with a naked and natural look, holding a large kettle.

Lan En walked down a slope and stopped in front of a thick vermilion wooden door that looked like a ground house.

When I opened the door and went in, I saw Sachia and many other people sitting around a round stone table with a large circumference.

The stone house is illuminated by ambient candlelight.

"welcome!"

When Sakia saw the person coming in, he temporarily interrupted the discussion, stood up, raised his glass and spoke loudly.

"Welcome the architect of our victory."

The party was held in a very quiet manner, with everyone holding a large wooden cup.

Lan En was not disappointed. He walked forward to the table, picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp.

"Good fellow!" Yarpan's face was still stained with blood spots from the enemy. He scratched his head and said, "Sachia, you haven't introduced us yet. Of course, I have no dissatisfaction with your toast just now. This is indeed a victory created by him. Cheers!"

"Introduction, of course. You have been wondering about it since the beginning of the uprising." The Dragon Slaying Saint looked around with a relaxed smile on her face.

She was very different from the naive girl she was when Lan En first met her.

"You asked me where those fair and ruthless, powerful but peaceful cloaked men came from. You felt that the rebellion was supported and funded by some hidden forces."

"Today, I can say: you are right. If we had been fighting alone from beginning to end, wouldn't you feel too lonely and too desperate?"

"There are still people in this world who fight for racial equality and peace! They are powerful and there are many of them!"

"But for various reasons, please do not delve into his specific identity. Just know that we share the same ideals."

(End of this chapter)