Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1942 1914. Hmm?!

In fact, Krepp is now seriously considering detaining these people and killing anyone who dares to make a move.

He was a completely loyal Twofinger agent, so this dirty work was no big deal for him.

And Sir Hundred is not to be outdone.

Gideon Ofnier was calm, rational, and exceptionally intelligent. His calmness bordered on ruthlessness.

After careful and precise calculations, if the benefits of killing this group of people were truly substantial enough, he would not hesitate for a moment.

But as he said, after a brief moment of thought, he concluded that it was unlikely that Grek was hiding among this group.

After all, no matter how much others looked down on him, he was still a legitimate descendant of the Golden Clan. His powerful bloodline made his body extraordinary, impossible to hide among a group of ordinary people.

Therefore, Sir Hundred Wisdom believed that the riots and panic in this neighborhood were a smokescreen put out by Gary to facilitate his own escape, and that he himself had another way out.

Therefore, killing the people here wouldn't be worthwhile, so he wouldn't do it.

"Look for each other separately!"

Gideon Ofnir shouted. The Rhodes Knights behind him immediately scattered, their footsteps echoing the powerful tremors of their golden armor.

"We must find him! Without him, we definitely won't be able to get through this first month!"

Baizhi's voice was stern, but his heart had already become serious.

Normally, Grik, the hostage residing in Rhodel, wouldn't seem that important, but now that his father is in the military camp outside Rhodel, conversing with another ambitious demigod, he, as Griffia's only son, is far too important!

But where has he gone now?!

Could it be that he, a hostage, really managed to prepare a secret route out of the city for himself in Rodel, thanks to Godwin's connections?

If Greck really had that ability, then even if Gideon Ofnir was proud, he would have to admit that he had really misjudged him.

This demigod hostage, who has been nothing more than a topic of conversation for centuries, is likely to be a formidable and terrifying enemy!
With heavy and serious feelings in their hearts, Sir Hundred Wisdom, along with Krepp and Viherer, stepped on the luggage and carriages of the refugees and jumped onto the glittering roof.

They looked around and ran toward any place where they might be able to pass a tall, strong man who was over three meters tall.

Unfortunately, after searching extensively, we still found nothing.

Leaving aside Bai Zhi and Viherer, who both studied magic and prayer, Krep, the professional two-finger spy, with his speed and agility, had already covered the rooftops of the inner city!

But the other two people, who were also standing on the rooftop observing from above, could only see that Krepp's movements were getting faster and faster, with no sign of stopping at all.

This means he was equally clueless.

Sir Hundred Wisdom watched, his heart sinking lower and lower.

Standing atop the golden roof, he was already contemplating the war that might break out tomorrow or the day after.

"boom!!!"

But suddenly, a deafening explosion resounded in the distance!

In an instant, the densely packed crowd on the street became even more panicked, almost turning into a stampede.

But the Knight of Rodel, who stood motionless amidst the crowd, and the Faded Ones on the rooftops, almost simultaneously exchanged a glance, then immediately rushed towards the roaring sound!

"You, pass."

Lan En placed a wooden table against the wall inside the massive gate of Rodel's city walls. He and Rongbuqiu sat behind the table, letting people pass through in batches who wanted to leave the city.

Two large tree guards, not on horseback, stood on either side of the city gate, holding sentry torches that had been blessed by prayer.

Once a certain number of people had been released, the two of them would open the huge, heavy city gate, let the people out, and then close it again.

In fact, there was no screening process for the people Rodl released for refuge.

The royal city of Rodel is not lacking in fighting power, especially in loyal and valiant warriors. After all, it is the capital of the Golden Dynasty, the center of the Golden Tree faith, the Golden Law faith, and the Ancient Dragon faith.

Many people are willing to fight to the last moment for this.

Of course, if someone in the military wants to desert, they will have to pay the price.

However, no one in the army believes that Rodel's walls will be breached.

However, Lan En had never seen a situation like this before, where people were released before the war even started without any screening.

Ultimately, it's because the world in which the border region is located is a bit too special.

The Golden Law has granted all mankind immortality, stable cycles of reincarnation, and abundant resources, maintaining the current social system and level of civilization even in a state of extreme prosperity.

Even if you took out all the memories spanning ten thousand years from his gene seed, not to mention the several worlds Lan En had traveled through, he had never seen anything like this.

So on the one hand, he was not used to it; his battlefield experience and habits made it difficult for him to accept such a relaxed environment on the battlefield.

On the other hand, I was also a bit bored just sitting here doing nothing, so I wanted to find something to do.

Lan En let the family pass through the city gate.

This family were nobles of the Golden Dynasty. The man wore a blue robe with fur trim, similar to the one worn by the head of the Hyde family during the tribute ceremony at Nymgford.

He was driving a carriage, with his wife and daughter in the back. The married noblewomen of the Golden Dynasty were dressed in what resembled evening gowns.

Of course, unlike the revealing and seductive evening gowns worn by sorceresses in the magical medieval world, the evening gowns in the border region appear quite dignified due to the times and the progress of civilization.

Queen Marika can wear just a black robe because she is Queen Marika.

These dynasties were all established by others; the strong don't need to explain their own affairs.

The attire of noble ladies was even more simple. These long-sleeved dresses, which revealed nothing, appeared thick and simple, with only the gold thread patterns on them being somewhat elaborate.

If a female sorcerer apprentice wore this in Aretusa, her classmates and teachers would probably think she was a naturally frigid oddball.

But Lann wasn't a sorceress, so he had no opinion on it.

The witcher smiled encouragingly at the noble girl sitting in the carriage. Even though the girl was pale with fright at the scene before her, she felt a rush of blood to her head and quickly turned her head away, not daring to look any longer.

It's just that the corners of my mouth involuntarily curl up, just like the good mood that naturally comes after eating candy. When people see something beautiful, their mood naturally improves.

However, the little girl's mind seems as fragile as a sugar shell in the face of the current situation.

“Your Excellency the Faded One,” the nobleman, gripping the reins, looked troubled, glancing at the velvet ball beside Lann, “what do you say about the current situation…”

“Seeking refuge isn’t a bad thing,” Lann said earnestly to him. “Isn’t it more important to protect yourself and your family than to stay in Rodley? Don’t forget, the Golden Law can no longer protect everyone’s soul.”

It seemed that Lan En's words reminded him of those people who were dug out of the ruins, and to this day, some of them have not been healed and can only suffer the pain of fatal wounds without being able to find relief.

Those screams immediately jolted him out of the lingering effects of the Golden Age of Law, which had only lasted a few days.

The people in the borderlands have been blessed by the Golden Law for too long, and now they not only have a confused sense of time, but also a weak concept of the consumption and production of resources.

Even this nobleman needed Lann to remind him again before he suddenly realized that they no longer had a stable cycle based on the Golden Tree.

This body is their only body now; an injury is an injury. They must heal, allow it to heal itself, and endure it. There is no other choice.

He had reminded himself of this more than once in the past few days, but he always forgot because of his lax thinking.

The good old days of the Golden Law made it difficult for him to be fully alert, even though he now knew the situation had become dangerous.

“Well, Your Excellency the Faded One,” the nobleman, gripping the reins and sitting in the driver’s seat, suddenly leaned down, looking nervous and uneasy, “do you have any recommendations?”

As he spoke, he gripped all the reins in one hand, while pressing down on Lann's hand with the other before withdrawing them.

The Witcher looked at himself strangely, then looked down at his hands before saying, "...You don't have to do this, do you? If you want to avoid the war, you should be able to go to Lienia right now."

“They have a tradition of civil war over there. Right now, the fiercest characters are all heading to Rodel. Nobody wants to provoke an insignificant enemy at this crucial moment.”

"Go to Lienia, and then avoid getting involved with the Caria royal family and the Reyalukalia Academy. That should be fine."

After speaking, Lan En tried to extend his fist, but the nobleman thanked him repeatedly, shook the reins, and sent the carriage moving forward.

Lan En could only awkwardly scratch the corner of his mouth and pull his hand back... The nobles in this Golden Dynasty are actually quite 'flexible' when they get really nervous.

He opened his palm to look at it.

Inside was a fragment of almost illusory blue light.

【Starlight Fragments】 are the fleeting fragments left behind by meteors that streaked across the sky before Rataen sealed the stars.

It looks like a streak of light scattering outwards.

It can slowly but continuously replenish the user's energy, while also soothing the mind and maintaining focus.

According to Sir Hundred's collection of books, this is considered a relatively rare and high-end item.

Just as Lan En was looking at the starlight fragment in his hand, the next group of people seeking refuge arrived at his registration desk.

This family looked much wealthier than the previous noble family, and they even had knights as guards.

The leader was a woman with a slender figure, shrouded in a black dress, and her face was also covered by a black veil.

The moment Lan En looked up, he seemed to be captivated by the woman, staring intently at her.

Good night, Mr. Faded One.

The woman seemed a little awkward under Lan En's gaze, but she still walked over with a smile and greeted him.

She glanced at the starlight fragment in Lan En's hand, her eyes revealing a mixture of disgust and relief.

Then, while chatting and laughing, she waved behind her without turning her head. The guarding knight took a small bag from the carriage, which was loaded with a lot of luggage, and handed it to the woman.

Without even glancing at it, she placed the bag on the table next to Lan En, her tone carrying a deeper meaning.

"Please examine it, Mr. Faded One."

These words seemed to jolt the Witcher awake. His amber cat-like eyes glanced between the bag beside him and the confident woman.

A sense of absurdity gradually emerged in the cat's eyes.

"You...I...Huh?!"

(End of this chapter)