Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1739 1711. Infectiousness

It is touching to see a king showing such humility and sincerity.

The same is true for Lan En.

Regardless of whether Foltest was acting deliberately or not, he was indeed one of the few sober and restrained kings Lan knew.

This alone is invaluable.

"We haven't heard of anything like this. We are really uninformed."

Immediately, someone in the group started praising him.

There are people carrying people in sedan chairs.

Lan En didn't dwell on this matter too much.

"Regarding the situation of the dwarves just now," Lan and Foltest naturally moved closer and whispered, "Your Majesty, what do you think?"

"Those inhuman races?" Before Foltest could say anything, Blunkett of Redania spoke up, "They are all liars, honorless robbers, what else can we do..."

But he didn't even finish his words because he swallowed them back under the frowning gazes of Lan and Foltest.

"Non-human races are also citizens, Sir Brunkett. The Majesty in front of you is also the 'Protector of Mahakam'. Have you forgotten?"

Lann's politeness was distant, and Foltest's tone was much the same.

"I saw it with my own eyes in the daytime command post. The dwarves of the Mahakam Volunteer Army returned to support the central defense line regardless of their own lives. You still have to see it with your own eyes in the future, sir."

The two most important figures at the banquet frowned at him, causing the general from Redania to sweat coldly from his forehead. In the end, he remained silent and just poured more wine into his mouth.

Those who were originally preparing to agree with Brunkett and express their views on non-human races immediately shut up after seeing Lan and Foltest's "clear" statements.

Or suddenly and abruptly change the tone of the original words.

The two walked a little further away.

"Is he drunk? Or is he just not thinking straight?" Lan En complained helplessly, "I heard he's a general from Redania? How come he doesn't even know when to pretend he didn't hear anything?"

It is normal to eavesdrop on others' conversations at a banquet, or to overhear others' conversations accidentally. It can even be said to be one of the purposes of the banquet.

Many pieces of information that are inconvenient to release through formal channels are released through banquets and other means.

After all, sometimes people need these informal occasions to spread certain information.

But he, a man who should have been in the Redanian court, couldn't even grasp the opportunity to pretend not to hear, which was a complete disgrace to him.

"He must have drunk too much." The King of Temeria also looked a little embarrassed. "He just opened two small barrels of pear brandy by himself."

He was the organizer of the party, and this was a disgrace to him.

"If that's the case," Lan glanced at the king beside him, "then I understand why you couldn't handle the dwarves just now. Without the palace steward, you don't look like you can organize a large banquet."

"Words are like swords, but could you please not stab me first?" Foltest also complained to the witcher he had known for a long time, "In fact, my court steward can't help me either, because poor Seglin, he has never organized such a large banquet for the troops."

"This is the largest battle in human history, even bigger than the Battle of Sodden Hill a few years ago. No one has experience like this!"

"This world," Lan added rhetorically to the king's statement, "in the human history of this world."

"For the sake of the plague, don't be so strict like a wizard, Lan."

"But you did make the dwarves angry. They felt that they fought hard but were not respected."

"I will try to make it up to them and show my sincerity. But I can't show weakness in this situation, can I? The morale of the troops cannot be broken. We still have a tough battle to fight."

"A tough battle?" Lan En was puzzled. "Didn't Menno Cuhoon tell you?"

Foltest asked back, "What?"

Lan En laughed and shook his head: "It seems that the Empire's Field Marshal will be like an ostrich when faced with a disaster. He will delay as long as he can, and pretend that he can delay as long as he can if he can't see it."

Immediately, Lann informed Foltest of what he had previously told Menno Kuhoon about the current situation of the Nilfgaardian army in the east and west.

Whether Foltest knew it or not, the erosion of these two fronts was an objective reality. When the time came, he would attack any side and it would be just like what Lan said, a smooth battle.

"Ha!" The King of Temeria's eyes sparkled at the continuous good news! "It seems that I have to reduce the treatment of this noble prisoner a little as a punishment for his little thoughts!"

"Whatever you want to say, I'm just giving you a reminder." Lan En spread his hands indifferently, "A favorable war is still a war, and it takes people to fight. Don't look down on the dwarves." "Of course I won't!" The king immediately retorted, but then reacted, "Wait! From what you said, you won't participate in the future war?"

"It's just the finishing touches left. There's no need, and no interest." The witcher shook his head and suddenly smiled. "Besides, if I'm still on the battlefield, it won't just be the Nilfgaardians who will be uneasy, right?"

He smiled with a playful expression, looking at Foltest.

The King of Temeria's originally excited expression froze, and he subconsciously took a sip of wine to hide his embarrassment.

But then, the time to drink helped him recover from the embarrassment.

"We are friends, Lan." He said very carefully, "But your leadership and influence on the battlefield... make me feel a little scared, and this is also true."

"The soldiers gathered in this battle are a motley crew. I certainly can't know them all. But at least I can see their personalities and abilities."

“People always say that everyone has their own unique personality, but if you look at enough people, you will find that among most people, few can be said to have distinct personalities.”

"Soldiers like them are easier to understand. Most of them are conscripts and mercenaries. Greed for money and fear of death are the norm. It is a group character. But even such a group of people..."

As he spoke, Foltest's eyes moved up and looked at the witcher who seemed to feel nothing. He found that the witcher was smiling and looking at him. Then the king's eyes trembled and he subconsciously looked away.

"How long do you think they hesitated when you ordered a counterattack on the Nilfgaardian camp?"

Lan smiled and took a sip of rye vodka: "I don't know."

"As soon as your knights finished shouting 'Fight in your name', they began to counter-charge."

After saying this, Foltest fell silent.

The surroundings were still filled with the noisy and chaotic military camp, and only the two of them were in silence.

After a long time.

"So I won't get involved in the final stages of this." Lan En shrugged. "By the way, how about giving your royal advisor a vacation? Although it's still a war, let her take a break."

"Of course!" Foltest agreed without any hesitation. "As you said, there is really only the finishing touch left. We don't need so many wizards."

Lan En waved his hand and walked away, and that was the end of the talk.

But when he finished talking, Foltest stood there with his wine glass and shouted at him.

"Why don't you consider Yada and take her along for the trip? She has a firm chest, fair skin, and a beautiful face. She's also wild and untamable!"

"Do you think I'm lacking in wildness now?"

Lan En didn't even turn his head and waved behind him.

The burgundy-haired sorceress stood not far away with her arms folded across her chest, looking at the king she assisted with a raised brow.

Even in hunting clothes, the sorceress's figure was still outlined as tall and beautiful.

The sorceress's character is indeed wild enough.

After the grand banquet to entertain the troops, the Northern Allied Forces stayed on the battlefield for another two days.

During these two days, soldiers who had been separated from their team continued to return. At the same time, the Northern Allied Forces began to bury bodies and carry out small-scale clearing out of the defeated soldiers.

Logically speaking, these tasks could not be completed in just a few days. Foltest and John Natalis did not intend to finish them.

On the contrary, they both seemed very anxious to set off as soon as possible to liberate the coastal battlefields on the western front first.

These two days are mainly used for rest and waiting for the soldiers to return.

If there weren't so many scattered soldiers, they would have wanted to leave that day. Lan En's analysis of the battlefield situation was very optimistic.

But at the same time, it combined intelligence and logic, and seemed very reliable. They had no choice but to believe it.

The Embers Knights had already withdrawn the day after the banquet, taking the two Nasir boys with them, and told others that they wanted to invite them to visit High Hill Castle.

After all, Henry and Hans had helped in the process of removing the curse from the vengeful ghost, so no one found it unusual.

Besides, no one wants to fight the Embers right now.

Such a strong knight group only fought hard battles, and did not receive any merit or reward for the smooth battles after the hard battles. Is there any comrade who can be more convincing than this?

Besides, even the various knightly orders that were previously dissatisfied with the reputation of the Knights of Embers have now mostly kept silent... After all, the legendary leader of the knights is really nearby!
(End of this chapter)