Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1866, Chapter 1838: Urgency
"After seeing so much, I gradually stopped feeling that there was anything worth being anxious about."

Milie's dark eyes turned to the calico kitten, and she spoke with a tone of guidance and concern.

"On the contrary, you, Mr. Velvet Ball, are much more likely to attract attention in the chaos than I am as still as a rock."

"I'm not afraid, meow!"

The plush ball stood tall and proud, arms crossed, head held high, a confident smile on its face. Its little armor rattled slightly.

"I'm a warrior, meow!"

“Haha, that’s bold, that’s bold,” Milier nodded with a smile. “Then I wish you all the best. Judging from Lord Lan’s expression, these matters are quite urgent. Please set off quickly, don’t worry about me.”

Indeed, it was a hurry. After standing up and nodding to Milier in farewell, Lan En walked towards the entrance of the Church of the Bond.

Milie was indeed very clear-headed; his connection with the church was completely irrelevant, whether in terms of religion, geographical location, or political status.

Even if a large-scale rebellion were to occur, most people would probably not care about such a remote and dilapidated church.

It was much safer than those crowded, densely populated town fortresses.

If the demigods were to rebel, they wouldn't just destroy the entire terrain, would they?
Although, judging from the legends surrounding Ratahn, he probably could actually do it in terms of ability alone.

"We're leaving!" The plush ball quickly caught up with Lann, turning back to wave at Milie halfway, "And remember, stay quiet, meow!"

The giant tortoise nodded with a chuckle, its voice as always: "I will, of course."

Lan En mounted the Qilin with a serious expression, and the velvet ball nimbly jumped on as well.

Without saying anything more, Lan En tugged at the Qilin's mane and galloped towards the town in front of the academy.

At this moment, having realized what big news he had discovered, Lan En no longer had any room for leisure.

After all, if it were just the Flame Watchers apostasy and conversion, it wouldn't be a big deal.

From the Golden Dynasty's perspective, neither their wariness nor their actual abilities were considered particularly serious.

But once this matter involves the rebellious tendencies of three demigods... even if Lan En were a fool, he would know that the preparations they made, the level of vigilance, and the degree of their determination would not be at the level they should be under normal circumstances!
Everything will be pulled up to the maximum! Maximized!

He walked around the sealed prison where the thief Adam was imprisoned. Under normal circumstances, it might take the Flame Watchers quite a while to find him, or even longer, to find him at all.

But if it's the situation he's speculating about now, the other party probably already realizes it!

If he doesn't want any further complications, he'd better run towards the Dikedas elevator right now and hurry up to the Altar Plateau.

Even so, Lan En still rode his horse to the town in front of the academy first.

The rain and fog made the town built on the lake appear and disappear indistinctly.

The wide bridge leading from the east bank to the town in front of the college was so thick in the fog that you couldn't see the end of it at a glance; the visibility was at most twenty meters.

When Lan En was called out by Velvet Ball from the town in front of the academy a few hours ago, he felt quite relaxed.

But at this moment, the Witcher harbored a terrifying suspicion, clutching a page from a legendary prayer book that could serve as evidence.

In just a few hours, the change in mindset seemed to change everything around me.

Even with Lan En's extensive knowledge and experience, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of melancholy at this moment.

Riding up on horseback, Lan En ignored the cuckoo soldiers at the town gate.

The town was still bustling with people, who were busy as always working to keep the Realucalia Academy running behind them.

Transporting fish, fruits, vegetables, and pyroxene; welcoming students and professors from the academy who came out to relax, wearing different kinds of plaster hoods...

Lan En walked straight through the town and arrived at the small courtyard where Tops was renting.

When he called Tops and Craig together to discuss the matter, the trade enthusiast from the Altan Plateau was leaning against a stable pillar, feeding his donkey dried fruit with one hand.

"Something's about to happen." Lan En didn't even dismount, and his words were urgent.

This posture left the two of them looking completely bewildered.

"Something happened?" Craig adjusted the thick wooden board hanging from his chest and asked, "What happened?"

Tops also looked up at Lann expectantly.

"I can't go into specifics, but there will be a period of chaos... a very large and intense kind of chaos."

"You mean, war?" Craig guessed with a 70% certainty.

Tops was puzzled: "But what's there to be afraid of in war? Lienia has always been at war."

War is a man-made disaster that has developed in societies composed of intelligent life and can be compared with natural disasters.

However, the souls of the people of the Golden Tree are immortal and can be reincarnated stably.

For all disasters that are normally life-threatening, I don't actually find them that scary.

“The intensity is different.” Lan En could only get to the point. “But in any case, you need to be prepared. Find a safe place to stay temporarily.”

"There is no death under the Golden Tree, but wouldn't it be better to suffer less? And you, Tops. As you said yourself, after reincarnation, your talent will most likely not be as good as it is now."

Lan En gave them a brief warning, then turned his horse around and prepared to leave.

He was just checking on two friends he'd just met. But to be honest, in the Golden Law era, those blessed by it wouldn't face real death. This situation certainly made it hard to feel anxious.

Lan En was simply making a habitual visit to his friend to offer a reminder after experiencing the war.

He wasn't really worried about the safety of those two guys... after all, in this glorious Golden Age of Law, it wasn't a problem at all.

The witcher turned and left in a hurry. In the drizzle and mist, only the sound of horses' hooves mingled with the noise of the town.

Tops, who was always indecisive and introverted with low self-esteem, stared blankly at the mist that had disappeared by the door for a while before turning around and looking at Craig with a dazed expression.

"Do you think... something really big might happen?"

The bald, bearded monk's voice sounded weak and hesitant, carrying a hint of timidity and wishful thinking.

On the contrary, Craig leaned against the stable pillar, and after finishing feeding himself the dried fruit in his hand, he clapped his hands together.

"Let's keep hiding."

"what?"

Tops was dumbfounded. He had thought that someone like Craig, who loved business, shouldn't feel that anything could hinder his interests.

After all, Lienia had been embroiled in civil war for a long time, and he had seen Craig come down quite often.

But Craig had already rolled up his sleeves and started putting the harness on his donkey.

"When did you see Lan En? Would he have rushed like this without even dismounting after meeting him?"

Tops thought about it. Although they hadn't known each other for very long, they had at least lived together for a few days.

Lan En always gave him the impression of being methodical, unhurried, and polite.

“And, Tops,” Craig said, the wooden board around his neck swaying as he bent over to work, “you were born after Lord Radagan married into Lienia, weren’t you?”

Tops nodded blankly.

“That’s not surprising.” Craig chuckled, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “Do you think that the current fight between Kalia and the cuckoos constitutes a war?”

Before Tops could reply, Craig continued.

"To be honest, I really did witness the Ancient Dragon Battle in Rodel. Believe me, Tops. If those famous heroes and legions really fought, this island in front of the academy would be shattered in no time!"

“If what Lann said is true, and it’s really that level of war… tsk tsk.” Craig shook his head with trepidation. “I really need to find somewhere to hide. Who knows how many people are lining up to return to the tree?”

To make it easier to work, Craig put on a headband and tied his hair back before looking at the stunned Tops.

“I advise you to hurry back to the academy. I’ve been to Realucaria so many times, I’ve heard a bit about its traditions.”

"There aren't many strong people in the magic academy, but at least they know to close the academy to protect themselves whenever there's a major battle. That's quite wise."

But after Craig finished speaking, all he saw on Tops' face was a complex expression of embarrassment and helplessness.

“I…” Tops stammered, “I just got a scolding from my tutor, who said that I, as a student, have made him feel ashamed. He… he wants me to reflect on my actions off campus.”

Reflecting outside the school means temporarily losing the qualification to enter the academy's inner barrier.

Normally, this wouldn't be a big deal. Tops's desk was even thrown out of the classroom by his tutor. Let him reflect on it, that's fine.

Travel around, do some academy tasks, and once you've accumulated enough GPA points, you can naturally go back.

But now... Tops has something to consider.

If there really is a 'great war' as Craig said, the Academy will definitely shut itself off and stay out of it.

If he were to wander outside at that time, even the Golden Law probably wouldn't know when he would be able to return to the academy and the halls of learning to continue his studies.

But what could he do if he didn't want to be stranded on the streets?

Craig looked at the dejected Tops with pity, then slung the harness over his shoulder and shoved him to work with him.

"Come on, come on! I know that preventing you from studying is like killing you, but at least think about it: once you truly return to the tree, your talent will probably be even worse than it is now!"

Despite his distraught state, Tops managed to help Craig load the truck amidst the shoving and pushing.

After all, he really had no other choice.

Just as the two were loading various supplies into the donkey cart and heading to the market in the town in front of the college to buy more,...

Lann has returned to Pirum Avenue, north of Reyalucaria.

Unlike when he came south, this time he was going north to return to the Dixeter Elevator.

But as the Qilin was running through the woods where the Pelum Church was located...

Lan En, on horseback, suddenly raised his head and then forcefully yanked the Qilin's pale, flowing mane, forcing the ancient dragon of the New World to immediately run diagonally seventy or eighty meters away!

And immediately.

"Crack~ Boom!!!"

On the path they had just passed, a huge pottery jar fell from the sky and shattered. At the same time, a burst of blue-green brilliance magic suddenly exploded and swept across the area!
(End of this chapter)