Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1678 1650. News
"Emhyr, the Emperor of Nilfgaard, announces," Dijkstra said carefully, looking at the demon hunter opposite him, "The legal heir of Cintra, Her Majesty Cirilla Fiora Iren Rayanron, has arrived in the City of the Golden Tower."

"And she will receive the utmost courtesy and hospitality under his arrangement. He will fulfill his responsibilities as a protector and plan to get married at a later date."

"This news spread all over the continent while we were at sea. I only received the report from the ambassador today when we landed."

Dijkstra saw the demon hunter in front of him, and his beautiful eyes narrowed slightly for a moment.

Then, a chilling feeling emerged from deep within his heart, causing the hair on his body to stand up involuntarily.

The bald head with only stubble left felt tighter.

Dijkstra had an inexplicable feeling: something suddenly revealed a hint of inner truth, and then his well-trained and dangerous body tensed up like a frightened rabbit.

The severity of the incident and the intensity of the reaction almost made Dijkstra feel nervous and absurd at the same time.

While Dijkstra's heart was pounding, Lan's face had calmed down.

His frown and psychological fluctuations only lasted for a moment.

But in that moment, he had thought a lot.

Ciri ran into the portal of Tor Lara on the island of Thanedd, and no one knows where she was thrown by the ancient elven portal.

After more than half a year, did Emhyr really find her? Or was this just fake news to disrupt the war? A smokescreen?

No one knows, not even Lan En.

At that moment just now, Lan En even thought about whether he should just give up the arrangements he had made along the way.

But in the end, the certainty about time and the future prevailed.

The reason why Lan En didn't seem too anxious since Ciri disappeared was because he had seen Ciri grow up a lot in the future.

He knew that Ciri would not fall into disaster so easily.

In order to avoid time paradoxes, he has followed a simple principle since that meeting: don't think too much.

You can't worry about gains and losses, thinking about whether it was because I did or didn't do something in the original timeline that Ciri was safe and sound.

Because once you start thinking about it, the matter becomes out of control.

Every action and step Lan takes will lead him into an infinite spiral of entanglement.

If you encounter it, or you don't have anything more important to do at the moment, then you should take care of it. But if you don't encounter it or you are busy, then don't get involved rashly.

"Hu~" Lan En took deep breaths to stabilize his mentality. The breathing that contained profound techniques lowered his physiological level to normal.

After taking a breath, his mood calmed down.

“I see.” He said calmly, as if he was not affected at all. “If Emhyr really found her, then at least she’s safe. If he didn’t, then there’s no need to worry about it.”

Dijkstra didn't expect Lan to be so calm. He didn't say much and just nodded.

"But," Lann frowned again, looking troubled, "Geralt will definitely be restless when he hears this news. I hope he doesn't do anything stupid."

Geralt had never seen the grown-up Ciri, so even if Lan told him such a thing, he would never be able to empathize with her and wait patiently.

He looked at Ciri as if he were his and Yennefer's biological daughter.

His daughter disappeared, and then a "chief of an evil country" in this world, a man who was at least in his forties, said he wanted to marry his daughter.

This would drive any normal father crazy.

Now that the war is about to start again, it will be very dangerous near the battle line. If Geralt goes crazy at this time...
"Shit! I hope Dandelion can talk him down."

Lan En muttered something under his breath that he didn't even believe.

"What did you say?" Dijkstra didn't hear Lan's muttering clearly.

"No, nothing." The witcher waved his hands. The most difficult people to persuade in this world are humans. Could he still imprison Geralt?

"I hope you can find a reasonable and legal procedure soon. I have things to do these days."

"Don't worry, after your reminder, I now feel that there is finally hope!"

Lan and Dijkstra said no more. The spy continued to lead the entire Redanian Embassy to look through documents and regulations, while Lan walked away to rest.
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Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

During the past two days, Dijkstra and the clerks of the Redanian Embassy had been racking their brains, trying to find a way to get the aid funds flowing quickly.

He didn't dare to ask for an audience with Istrada again without any result. He was the king of the United Kingdom of Kovir and Povis, and he had a lot to do every day.

Dijkstra had to seize the few opportunities for audience.

It was visibly obvious that he was under a lot of pressure, but he was suppressing it himself and didn't show it.

Lan ignored them and went to Long Exeter's sewer with Coen to clear out the monsters.

Long Exeter is different from the big cities of the northern humans. It was not rebuilt by humans on the ruins of the elves' cities, but was built entirely by the Kovir people themselves.

Therefore, the sewers appear newer and larger than those in cities such as Novigrad and Oxenfurt.

But it stinks just as bad.

Lan En and Coen came down these two days, and it seemed that it was indeed as the old demon hunter said, because of the periodic cleanup in this city, there were not many monsters accumulated in it. They only encountered three or four water ghosts in the past two days, and the rest were ordinary rats.

But today is a little different.

"Regis said he was good at making Mandela, which he called 'the best of the best on the market', but I haven't tasted it either."

Lan and Cohen chatted about their friends.

"By the way, you are going to the front line of the battlefield? Then maybe you will go to Vizima? Regis said that his ex-girlfriend opened a brothel in Vizima called the Night House. I heard it is very stylish."

"Regis also recommended it?" Cohen nodded seriously, "Then it might be worth a try."

The demon hunters' bodies have strong sexual desires due to abnormal hormones, and they are not shy about discussing this with each other.

As the two chatted and walked in the spacious sewer.
"Mouse, so many meows!"

The fluffy ball stood in front of an iron gate, pointing at the darkness inside where rustling sounds came from and shouted.

Lan and Coen both came over. Coen had already drunk the [Cat's Eye] potion. His three-colored pupils, which were generated due to the abnormal mutation process, looked even more evil under the effect of the toxin.

The two witchers immediately saw where the flannel ball was pointing.

"Rats gathering together, this is not normal." As an old hand who has actually hunted ratmen, Cohen simply made a judgment, "There are ratmen nearby, and rats will gather around them."

"It's not easy here, follow me, let's take a detour."

Cohen has been in the sewers for at least a week. The terrain here is not complicated, and he claims to be very familiar with the passages here.

But Lan En no longer wanted to take a detour.

He grabbed the iron fence with both hands, and then with a teeth-grinding creaking sound of metal deformation, the fence door made of interwoven iron slats was forcibly expanded to create an elliptical gap in the middle.

The fluffy ball jumped over directly, and Lan En also took a step over.

"Tsk." Cohen shook his head first, then followed suit, "Your bear is a real bear."

The stench of the sewer lingered all the time, and the accumulated domestic garbage and river sludge accumulated on the ground of the pipe. From time to time, there was an echoing sound of dripping water, coming from the far end of the pipe in a distant and lonely manner.

Following the rats that were pulled into a long line during the movement, Lan En and the other two quickly traced forward in the mud.

The kitten was the fastest! After all, its light body skills were better than Lan's.

It can almost run in circles on the tubular walls of the sewer!
Soon, in just over a minute, the ball of fluff had caught up with the rat man!

"twitter!"

The mice gathered together and made a noisy and annoying noise.

The mice that were quickly passed by the fluff ball screamed loudly, but the speed at which this long line of mice transmitted information was not as fast as the movement of the fluff ball!

"Cat! Damn cat thing!"

The ratmen in the rat swarm made angry and incoherent roars, and it was obvious that they had no brains.

This time, the rat-man was not left with only the head in Cohen's hand. The whole rat-man remained intact, about 1.6 meters tall, twisted to a human-like shape, with brown-gray stiff hair on its back.

On the mouse's head, the two front teeth were dirty and yellow, and so were its claws.

The rat man hated cats, cat-people, and anything that looked like a cat, so when he saw the ball of fluff flying towards him, he almost subconsciously swung his claws to grab it.

But it's too weak.

And the fluff ball is already a veteran who has experienced many worlds and difficult battles with Lan.

"Hey!" The calico kitten ran over the wall at high speed.

In mid-air, its body was much faster than the rat man's claws!
"Oh!"

The light red flame caused by the fighting spirit flashed by, and the fluffy ball in the air adjusted its posture, jumping towards the rat man with its two hind legs facing it.

With a dull thud, the rat man's subsequent roars were suppressed in his chest!
The whole big rat was kicked by the angry kitten and flew up into the air! It crashed into the sewer wall behind it!
The mice in the group didn't react in time, and the fluffy ball reached behind its back!
Two cold lights were like a pair of scissors. The rat man was kicked against the wall and before he had time to land on the ground, the two daggers cut through its fragile neck.

The head and body fell to the ground in two waves and hit the mud.

Without the natural attraction of the rat-man, the rats chirped and fled away in a disorganized manner.

"Wow! That's amazing!"

Cohen and Lann arrived shortly afterwards, and saw that the Flannel Ball had already dealt with the ratmen before they even got there. The witchers from the Griffin School were very supportive and applauded.

"It's nothing at all, meow!" The fluffy ball puffed out his chest and said modestly.

Cohen smiled in a relaxed manner, but didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

He just thought that this rat man was a lucky escapee, a survivor.

Its appearance does not mean that there will be any loopholes or hidden dangers in the sewers that you have cleaned. After all, no work is perfect.

But then he saw Lan approaching the guardian's head that had been beheaded by the flannel ball.

He used the short sword-like dagger on his body to pry open the rat man's skull, and then dug out a piece of brain.
(End of this chapter)