Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1742 1714. Goodbye
Just as Lan had arranged before leaving, Cassandra assassinated the Nilfgaardian Eastern Front commander who massacred Vengerberg.

Rudolf Apple Darcy.

This guy is simply like a madman, carrying out a massacre in the area that has been occupied by his own side.

In an aggressive war, it is normal to have opponents and guerrillas in the occupied areas.

After all, it was the invaders who ran to someone else's territory.

If the invaders really want to occupy this place for a long time, they have to tolerate the existence of opponents and guerrillas, and not just start killing people because they are forced into a corner.

On the Western Front, Joachim de Witte was Rudolf's predecessor. His actions and incompetence caused the Kingdom of Verden, which had not resisted much in the summer of the previous year, to be filled with guerrillas in the winter.

The reason why Rudolf has not been called "incompetent" because of his actions is simply because Menno Kuhoon ran Aedirn very well before him.

There was no time for the consequences of his stupid behavior to appear.

And he didn't have the chance to continue his incompetence afterwards.

Cassandra killed him, and the entire Northern War began to enter its final stage.

But Rudolf aep D'Arcy was, after all, one of the great nobles of Nilfgaard.

He certainly couldn't bring the Empire's latest and most powerful research results like Menno Kuhoon's main battlefield, and Emhyr would certainly not give any support to this rebel who had already been destined to die.

But relying solely on the power of the Apple Darcy family, he was able to bring a lot of good things to the front line.

Among them was the new type of ballista that Cassandra had learned about from Berengar before. The ballista that could shoot through the walls of Maribor!
The Nilfgaardians did use Valyrian steel as a base to create a new strong alloy with more elastic potential energy.

Cassandra found the drawings and parameters of the new crossbow in the tent of the military craftsman in Rudolf's camp.

From the parameters of these crossbows, Berengar was able to reverse engineer the performance parameters of the new alloys used in key components.

Kassandra also destroyed several ballistae, stripping the metal from the bow arms and bringing it back to Goth Velen.

With these things, for Berengar, the master blacksmith and the first person to reproduce Valyrian steel, the secret of the new alloy has been largely solved.

After a few days of rest, Berengar found Kassandra with a longbow with a steel limb and asked her to try it out.

At the same time, Berengar also improved the slinger on Lann's left arm armor, and the bow arm of the slinger also used this new alloy.

Now Berengar is thinking about using this new alloy to make small parts to replace some parts in the hidden blade and get a stronger hidden blade ejection speed.

The notes Cassandra got said that the Nilfgaardians named this alloy "Vicvarro Steel" because the research institute that developed it was in the province of Vicvarro, and the provincial governor was eager to make a name for it.

Qilin was a little attracted by the scent of the wild lemon tree and wanted to try some lemon leaves or lemons.

It walked behind Lan, and the witcher did not stop it.

"Is she still anxious and panicking about the war?" Cassandra crossed her arms beside Lan, pointed at Triss who was playing with a flannel ball on the beach. "Isn't the war over?"

"You can't say that." Lan En spread his hands to her. "Physical scars will still leave scars after healing. Mentally... Spartans can't make every child a warrior, right?"

"Weak and cowardly." Before Lan could finish, Cassandra interrupted him with a cold face. "Children like this will be eliminated from the beginning and thrown off Mount Taygetus!"

The demon hunter glanced to the side and said, "I say... your style is too Spartan, isn't it?"

"This is Sparta! ...Puff! Haha!"

As Cassandra spoke, she couldn't help but look cold.

If you were an orthodox Spartan, born, raised, and trained in the city-state, then this might be your evaluation of Triss.

But forget about Cassandra. She spent more than a decade laying the foundation of her life in Sparta, but then went to Kephallonia, where she struggled with Markos, who adopted her, and wandered around the port docks and wilderness caves.

There are Spartan bones, but the flesh and blood are much more colorful.

Lan shook his head at Cassandra's joke.

The azure blue waters of the Aegean Sea wash over the pale sandy beach.

In the sea not far from the shore, the wreckage of a Greek merchant ship revealed its mast, which had been corroded by the sea breeze and was crumbling.

"What is this location now?"

Lan tilted his head and asked Cassandra.

Cassandra's eyes had been shining with golden light since she returned to this world and released Ikaros again.

"I'm looking..." Her vision connected with Ikaros, "I see, it's not far from where you found me before!"

Before, in order to find Cassandra quickly, Lan En brought Abe Haruaki along, making the great Onmyoji use divination to find her with great effort.

This small island in the Aegean Sea seemed to be the island they had met before. "The Adrestia should be not far away. I'll ask Ikaros to call Barnabas!" The cry of the eagle in the sky gradually faded away, and Cassandra turned her head. "By the way, how long have we been walking now?"

"It's hard to say, it's hard to say." Lan En was also scratching his head at this question. "The problem of the speed of time flowing between worlds... this is still too profound. My research energy is not in this area."

"I hope it's not too late." Cassandra was a little unsure after hearing this. "I still have to send Thesticles to Elis!"

"I remember you said," Lan En raised his eyebrows, looking interested, "you want to send a Pankrasin athlete to participate in the Olympics?"

"Yes, it's Thesticlides." Cassandra kept crossing her arms, but she slapped her forehead with one hand, making a 'pop' sound.

"It's not just about sending him to the Olympics. I also have to make sure he wins the championship for Sparta! I hope Thestycles is good enough."

"Otherwise, Myrrine and I won't get our Spartan citizenship back."

Myrrine was the name of Cassandra's mother, the daughter of Leonidas, the Spartan king who led 300 warriors at Thermopylae.

"Who cares if he's good enough?" Lan En seemed very interested at this time, as if he was just watching the fun and didn't want the matter to be big enough. "If he can't do it, then you can do it! Anyway, I think Sparta only wants the Olympic champion's crown, and nothing else matters."

"Me?" Cassandra stared at Lan as if he were a monster. "I'm a woman! Women are not allowed to participate in the Olympics."

"Do you still care about these rules?" Lan En raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"I don't care, but what if the jury doesn't give me the crown?" Cassandra looked troubled. "Being an Olympic champion is indeed an incomparable honor, but awarding an award is not robbery. How can you force it?"

In any case, outside this small island, on the clear blue Aegean Sea, a large two-row oared sailing ship was sailing with the waves.

On the command deck of the large sailing ship, two people were waving towards the island.

"Crack!"

Behind the witcher, a wild lemon tree was struck by lightning.

Qilin kept sticking out his tongue beside him.

Lan pulled the ancient dragon's mane and told it to spare the poor trees. Then Cassandra jumped onto the unicorn's back, and Lan picked up Triss and the flannel ball on the beach.

The unicorn's hooves emitted spider-web-like lightning patterns on the water, and it stepped on the waves, then jumped onto the deck of the Adrestia near the sea amid loud exclamations and praises.

Lan En put down Triss and the ball of fluff, and the two people on the Qilin horse also jumped down easily.

An old man in linen clothes and a blue hood came with a one-eyed old man in a blue shirt and a gray sailor's scarf.

Herodotus and Barnabas, they were the ones waving from the command platform on the deck just now.

Lan's boots had just stepped onto the deck, and the young witcher was quite enthusiastically preparing to greet his old friends and then introduce Triss to them.

But then...

"Oh~" the one-eyed old man shouted in an exaggerated operatic tone, "Pegasus and divine cats! How lucky I, Barnabas, am!"

Lan's smile froze on his face, because the direction in which Barnabas stretched out his hands and opened his arms was obviously not towards him...

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" The old man, who served as the first mate on the ship, turned around and urged the bewildered crew members in a low voice, "Put everything on! Quick! Gods, what are you dawdling over here!"

When passing by Lann, this strong, resolute and funny one-eyed old man took the time to "comfort" the demon hunter.

"My great friend, Lan En. We are all familiar with each other. We will worship the Pegasus and the sacred cat first, and then we will worship you. Don't be in a hurry."

As he spoke, Barnabas, along with several crew members who seemed to be doing something big, trotted over to the fluff ball and the Qilin under the nervous gaze of the other crew members on the deck.

Led by Barnabas, each of them looked very solemn and sacred.

Some of the crew members who did not participate were still holding the sail rope on the mast without tying it, and they just turned around and looked.

Some stood up from the oarsmen's seats below deck, pushed open the trapdoor and looked out.

The beautiful female sorceress was pushed aside by a group of rough men. Triss was still confused when she was pushed out.

Of course, Qilin and the Fluffy Ball were also confused.

"Meow?!"

"Huff?!"

Barnabas took a small table from the crew member next to him and placed it neatly in front of the startled Elucat and Ancient Dragon.

Then came two baskets of fresh flower petals, a handful of burning incense, and a clay jar of perfume oil...

As Barnabas put things on the table one by one, Lan's eyebrows began to twitch, Cassandra tried hard to hold back his laughter, and Herodotos lowered his head in shame and humiliation.

(End of this chapter)