Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1664 1636. Cooperation
On the second day, a cloaked man appeared in the city of Vergen.

However, this cloaked man had a normal body shape and was obviously not wearing the magic cloak that was expressly prohibited by the rebels.

Moreover, the cloak was made of expensive material. Even though the cloth was wide, its outline could be pushed out by her hot body when she walked, making it clear that there must be a woman underneath.

And she is a woman as beautiful as the Dragon Slayer.

But such words would soon be attacked by a group of people, because Sakia's position in the rebels was different.

In addition to humans and elves, even the stubborn dwarves probably have some special feelings towards this leader?
What Iorveth had said seemed to make sense: if you could combine a pretty face with a pretty butt and charge ahead, you would be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort when leading soldiers into battle.

However, because there were already quite a few people in the city of Vergen at that time, and the cloaked man did not go to many places, he did not attract much attention.

After all, even Vengerberg, the capital of Aedirn, has a permanent population of only over 6,000.

Aedirn is a large agricultural country with a large population scattered among the vast countryside and fields.

The number of rebels in Vergen alone was less than two thousand, and including the local residents who survived the occupation by Nilfgaard, there were nearly a thousand.

The number of people is actually quite large.

"Fujian, I've heard of this city, but I've never been here. I didn't expect it to be in your hands now."

After roughly understanding the current situation, Margarita followed Lan En and the others to a less noticed corner, took off her hood and spoke.

"Not 'your hands'." Lan En spread his hands against the wall. "It's in our hands."

"It was a slip of the tongue, sorry." Margarita simply admitted her mistake.

“I hope the current situation can reassure Aretuza.” The one-eyed elf Iorveth said seriously, “This is a major development in our cause, and therefore, we all need to work together now.”

He truly regarded this city and the rebels as the last salvation for the elves in this world.

Therefore, for Aretusa College, an important funder and partner, he is basically in a tense position of a "manager reporting to the board of directors."

Although Sakia is also a "manager" standing on the stage like him, he is ultimately a giant dragon in human form, and he comes out to stand on the stage purely because of his sense of morality and responsibility.

When it really comes to the last moment, although Sakia's sense of responsibility will not let her just flap her wings and leave, even if she dies, she will only sacrifice herself as an individual.

No one has as heavy a psychological burden as his, one that concerns the survival of the race.

"The former Scoia'tael are so serious now?" Margarita looked at the one-eyed elf with some amusement.

She still didn't think much of this racist terrorist.

"My lady, I can guarantee this." Iorveth said solemnly, "Since the confluence with the Aedirn Peasant Uprising, my men, and even any non-human races that joined in later, have been strictly disciplined."

"And under the supervision of the Embers, we have been emphasizing the prospects for racial cooperation and equality."

"I hope so." Margarita was noncommittal.

Turning around, the sorceress smiled and shook her handbag: "But this dragon turtle is very good, the Alchemy Department will be very useful."

"I hope Doregare doesn't see it." Lan En smacked his lips beside him. "He will drag the dragon turtle's corpse and mutter to you for at least two years."

Doregare is a famous warlock professor at Ban Ader College.

At this critical juncture when the prestige of spellcasters was damaged in the last Warlock Conference and internal divisions were clearly revealed.

Under the leadership of Tishaya and Heng Gedimitis, the two magic academies of Aretuza and Ban Ader are strengthening communication and contact to consolidate the authority and status of spellcasters on the continent, so there are more opportunities for contact.

Although they had only had a brief chat at the banquet of the Warlock Conference last time, the master's demeanor as an animal protectionist and his cynical style made Lan En think that he was a druid who was invited to attend the meeting.

Margarita didn't care.

"Since the rebels already have a long-term base, and even have the hope of building the free city-state we are aiming for in the future, we hope that perhaps this city needs a sorceress as an advisor?"

Margarita posed Aretuza's proposal in the form of a question.

This attitude can be described as very moderate and polite.

"Of course we need mages here." Lan En was the first to state his opinion firmly, "Now on the battlefield alone, the participation of mages is already much higher than before."

The three of them were located in a dead-end alley in the city.

Lan's ears trembled slightly, and he moved his feet and used his body to block Margarita on the inside.

Afterwards, two human apprentices carrying buckets and a dwarf master passed by the entrance of the alley.

They looked inside and only caught a glimpse of a tall black cloak, then they quickly turned their heads back and walked forward with a serious look, as if they were carrying some important task on their shoulders.

"Sakia and I also agree that we should have a mage as our helper." Iorveth looked at the alley and saw no movement before turning around and saying, "But we are also very clear about the current situation. Aretuza should still not want to expose our cooperative relationship, right?" "Then will it be too conspicuous for the sorceress to come to support us?"

"After all, among a group of peasant rebels, a sorceress suddenly appeared. You know what I mean, right?"

"She won't show up right away." Margarita smiled and waved her hand. "What I mean is, maybe you can try to go to the Pontar Valley in a few days to see if there are any wrecked cargo ships?"

Her tone was meaningful: "Maybe we can save a few more people. Just because she's a sorceress doesn't mean she can swim."

"I completely understand." Iorveth nodded, "We can plan the time and place in more detail if it's more accurate."

Lan En raised his eyebrows: "But who will come?"

"Felicia Corey." Margarita had no intention of hiding anything. "It's not easy for professors in the academy to go out right now. It's time for her to become an off-campus apprentice."

"According to the rules, she should find a skilled and powerful sorceress who is already famous as her teacher and work hard by her side. In return, her teacher will share his magic with her to a certain extent."

Margarita's wording was very accurate. It was the teacher who shared his "magic" with the apprentice, not just "spells".

This is a rather peculiar teaching relationship between warlocks, in which a magical connection is established between apprentice and mentor.

It is equivalent to the mentor delegating to the apprentice the authority to use part of his own magic power and spells.

Allow apprentices to feel in advance how strong senior warlocks are, and improve their self-protection capabilities in dangerous off-campus environments.

"There are actually quite a few warlocks who are interested in Felicia Corrie because of her crystal cultivation skills. But in the next few days, she will 'make a decision' and choose a Kaedwen sorceress as her graduation mentor."

Margarita showed a regretful and teasing expression at the right time: "And this forces her to cross the increasingly dangerous Pontar Valley. Let us bless her, this poor apprentice."

"Wait?" Iorveth was a little nervous when he heard this. "An apprentice? To support Vergen?"

Does this mean we have to take care of her?

"You don't have to worry too much about that." Margarita waved her hand and smiled confidently, "Because she will actually be considered my apprentice and share my magic."

The one-eyed elf then stopped talking.

The famous Margarita Laux Andrea, whether in the warlock world or as an ordinary person, is a member of the powerful class.

People would complain that this lady's hedonistic style was a benchmark even among warlocks, and would privately tease her about her love-brainedness.

But without exception, no one dared to say that her magic level was not good enough.

The finalization of the details means that the cooperation between Vergen and Aretuza will enter the next more solid stage.

'Angel investor', Margarita from Aretusa, this brief inspection is almost over.

But at this moment, the three of them noticed a commotion coming from outside the alley where they were having this little conversation.

The other two looked at Lan, but the witcher's extraordinary senses did not detect any danger, and even the noise was only limited to a small range.

So Lan En walked out first.

It was only when we got to the street that we found out what was going on.

They were two human soldiers from the rebel army, walking into the city of Vergen with an unfamiliar man.

The man was a human being, he looked to be around 40 or 50 years old, his face was quite old, his eyebrows were all white.

But Lan En could see that his steps were steady and he remained flexible at all times, and his physical condition looked much younger than his face.

"Okay, my God." After the man walked into the city of Vergen, he looked at the humans, dwarves, and elves coming and going on the city walls and on the roads, including a few gnomes. He opened his mouth and took off the fur hat on his head.

"This is truly amazing!"

"This place doesn't belong to Nilfgaard or Kaedwen anymore. It belongs to you now?!"

The two human soldiers behind him, armed with crossbows, smiled.

"Hey, who is this guy? How come I've never seen him before?"

A dwarf standing guard on the top of the city wall asked the two human soldiers while leaning over the fence.

But the two humans just looked up and greeted him, and did not respond. Instead, they spoke to the old man in a teasing manner.

"All right? You insisted on coming over to see it. How do you see it now, Father Goodwin?"

Father Goodwin had a bitter face. He knew in his heart that the moment he came in and saw these scenes, he had been taken away.

(End of this chapter)