Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1669 1641. Vent
"I am a missionary of Sky Father Chris, but now I am under the sun of Nilfgaard."

Goodwin's aged face now revealed a bitterness and helplessness that he had become accustomed to.

"I should have lived my life with a rigid sense of justice. But in a lawless country ravaged by battlefields, I can only kill to protect myself."

He looked at the two young men with admonition and concern.

"Hans, Henry, you are still young. I hope you don't have to go through the same miserable situation as I did. The conflict between your life philosophy and your reality is the most tormenting pain that can make people suffer for a long time."

"I think we will, Father."

Hans patted his knees and responded straightforwardly. But looking at his accustomed expression, it seemed that he was just used to the priest's preaching and responded out of habit.

Young people will never be able to understand the difficulties and experiences of their older predecessors unless they have experienced them themselves.

Father Goodwin was not angry about this. He was already an old friend of the two young men and actually understood their personalities.

Hans still had the impetuous look of a young nobleman. The defeat on the battlefield did make him grow a lot, but it did not correct his many shortcomings.

Henry looks honest, straightforward and a little handsome. He is actually a very smart guy, but he did not receive a very good education in the past.

"Well," Goodwin shook his head. "We are captives now anyway. There is no point in thinking too much. If they don't want to release us, Hays's arrangement will be scrapped."

"Hey, think about it on the bright side. It's not that pessimistic." Henry smiled gruffly. "Hans and I have felt these past few days that they really don't want to kill us directly or detain us for a long time. This means that our situation is actually not bad, right!"

"You always inspire me with your youthful optimism, Henry." Goodwin laughed, too. "I hope so. I hope so."

"Oh, my father. Please tell me more about my bright future and glory." Hans said in an exaggerated tone beside him, and lay down on the bed. "In this boring and boring life of captivity, listening to these can at least let me sleep well."
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Lan En woke up from his cashmere bed. The regulating ability of the [neural nodes] in his brain made it so that he felt almost no lag in the transition from rest to wakefulness.

High-quality sleep and clear and quick thinking, the transition takes only a moment.

His strong body, even when he just sat up from the bed, the sculptured muscles surged under his skin.

With stunning beauty.

Lan En carefully avoided Margarita's long golden hair and separated it from his own silver hair.

Under the thin quilt, the sorceress's exciting body curves were outlined.

The witcher stood on the bearskin carpet. The sea breeze blew in from the window of the dean's bedroom. After being regulated by magic, even the sea breeze at the end of winter became pleasantly warm.

The weather at sea was gloomy, damp and fishy.

"It's very windy and it's going to rain."

The witcher whispered.

"But you're lucky. Velen's rain won't get you wet." A calm female voice said behind Lan, "You can go directly to Novigrad through the portal."

Lan En turned his head and saw Tishaya wrapped in a bath towel, sitting at the small round wine table in the room, eating breakfast slowly.

The upper edge of the bath towel only reached down to the chest, while the lower edge just covered the thighs.

The sorceress's body, which had remained plump and moist despite the years, was mostly exposed.

The black hair on his head was wet, and stuck to his neck and chest in strands.

Tishaya herself still had an ascetic and very calm expression.

The witcher turned around, took out a new set of casual clothes from the closet and put them on.

The set from last night was torn to pieces.

The sorceresses are quite powerful.

While eating breakfast, Tishaya watched Lan En get dressed.

For a sorceress like her, shyness was something she had long ago forgotten.

"Go through the portal?" Tishaya enjoyed Lan's changing clothes as a side dish. The demon hunter didn't care and continued his actions. "Are you sure?"

The ancient sorceress, who had resumed her permanent residence at Aretuza Academy after the disintegration of the Guild of Gifts and Crafts, nodded.

She still kept admiring the beautiful things, and said, "The Seagull Tower Laura has collapsed. There is no power on the island of Thanedd that can distort the regular portal."

"And even if someone is watching the portal's fluctuations somewhere, there's no need to keep it secret, right?"

"Novigrad is crowded with people and has many eyes. If we board the ship there, it will be equivalent to spreading the news." Lan En nodded without comment: "That makes sense."

He buttoned the last button on the collar of his silk shirt, but suddenly turned his head and looked straight at Tishaya.

"But. Are you okay?"

"what?"

"Don't try to change the subject subconsciously." Lan En walked slowly to her side with a teasing smile, "You felt like you wanted to vent something during sex with me last night. Fear? Confusion?"

"You don't like it?" Tishaya's eyes lost focus for a moment, but immediately regained focus and challenged in a calm tone, "Or, you can't handle it?"

She began to arrange her breakfast on her plate, trying to get the baked beans and fried bacon into symmetry with her fork.

Lan En looked at her movements and gently placed his hand on Tishaya's round, bare shoulders: "This kind of provocation can't anger me and divert my attention."

The always calm and composed sorceress stopped fiddling with the fork in her hand, and her whole body froze for a moment.

After a long while, he let out a long sigh as if he was disappointed. He originally sat upright and dignified, but as he breathed, he leaned sideways on Lan En who was standing next to him.

"I want to learn about this world again, but it has become too cruel and untrustworthy, Lan."

"What do you and Gedimitis want to do?"

The demon hunter was keenly aware of something.

Tishaya leaned against Lan En and took a deep breath, as if to refill her body with determination and courage.

"After the rebellion at the Wizards' Council, spellcasters are no longer trusted and appreciated." Tishaya did not immediately respond to Lan's question, but just spoke to herself.

"As for Philippa and the secret society she created, neither Gedimitis nor I think they can do anything good."

"The wizarding community needs to rebuild its prestige and popularity."

Considering the entire group of spellcasters, this is a height that the new generation of warlocks rarely reach.

This is also the reason why Tissaia and Gedimitis, the two oldest surviving sorcerers among humans, are incompatible with the current group of sorcerers.

Maybe Philippa has the same vision, but she is so deeply involved in politics that it is unclear whether she cares more about Redania, the warlock community, or simply herself.

“We are two old-fashioned people, Lan.” Tissaya looked up, having regained her emotional composure. “So we want to restore the prestige of warlocks in an old-fashioned way.”

That is to say. Use strength!
Since humans landed on this continent of this world more than 500 years ago, they have come into contact with the magic of chaos for the first time, giving rise to sorcerers as powerful as gods and demons.

In a group that has just arrived in a completely new living environment and is almost in danger, an individual with such power will naturally have unparalleled prestige and status.

"We will participate in the war." Tishaya said firmly, "After the rebellion on the island of Thaned, it is clear that the kings of the Northern Kingdom want to control the warlocks, while the Southern Empire also wants to divide and destroy the warlocks."

"We can still pull, negotiate, and compromise with the Northern Kingdom, but with the South, we can only confront!"

"Vilgofortz and his men killed so many warlocks in Gastang Palace! Whether it's out of hatred or interests, we are already enemies!"

"I see." Lan En nodded. "So you are prepared to demonstrate your strength on the battlefield at the height of the Civil War."

"But it's dangerous, and it may not work. Remember the Mountain of the Fourteen Mages?"

In the Battle of Mount Sodden, the northern wizards fought hard, and thirteen of them were killed on that most critical hilltop. Triss was rescued half-dead by Lan.

The mountain was renamed in their honor.

But to this day, it still cannot change the increasingly declining prestige and status of the mages.

“Of course I remember.” Tissaya regained her composure. “But what else can we do?”

This means that both she and Gedimitis have made up their minds.

"Then you should go to Weiden."

Tishaya had already lowered her head, but after Lan En spoke, she raised it up again with a flicker in her eyes.

Lan En did not object to her decision!

"You seem surprised?" The demon hunter laughed teasingly, "Do you think I will persuade you? Suppress you?"

(End of this chapter)