Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1965 1937. The Fall of the Rapier
She didn't seem to want to touch the blood-red bell.

To be precise, Melina didn't seem to want to come into contact with the [cursed blood].

Lan En withdrew his hand, which he had just reached out to Lingzhu, and looked thoughtful.

But his thoughts didn't show, and he even spoke fluently and naturally with Melina.

"【Outer Gods】? That is, Outer Gods?" The Witcher was surprised and accurately grasped the key point in Melina's words.

The 'Borderland Encyclopedia' nodded, its only open right eye calmly gazing at the bell in its hand.

"Yes, external deities. [Mother of Truth], [Mother of the Formless]... External deities with many names are gods who crave blood and wounds."

"The cursed blood is His gift, and those who are given the cursed blood can be regarded as having received His blessing."

“So,” Lan En glanced at Melina’s expressionless face, then looked down at the crimson bell she was clutching in her hand, “this is actually very dangerous?”

Melina shook her head calmly and naturally: "It's not dangerous."

The Witcher blinked, looking at Melina, who showed no sign of loosening her grip on the crimson bell.

You really are something else... saying one thing and doing another, without even blushing?
However, Melina did react somewhat. She seemed afraid to look at Lan En's raised eyebrows and eyes, her expression remained wooden, but she turned her face away.

The Witcher could tell that this 'little blockhead' seemed reluctant to talk about these things, so he didn't dwell on it.

Elonmer was completely sprawled on the ground, but Lann still took the Mare family execution sword in his hand before walking away from him.

The Witcher, carrying the Mare family's execution sword, approached Mare Mare, who was trapped beneath the shattered wooden beams of the execution platform.

With a few quick movements, Lann lifted the collapsed and broken wooden planks and dug out Marley Marley.

His family's execution sword was placed beside him.

Mare Mare is still in a daze.

After all, he had recently thought that Lann and Elonmel were on the same side, both of them coming to Sunshade City to occupy and destroy their castle, and that nothing good would come of it.

But in the blink of an eye, the conflict between the two escalated and erupted! And once they started fighting, the pace of the battle was so fast and intense it was explosive!

It's obvious they want to decide the life-or-death battle in one fell swoop!

Mare Mare is merely the patriarch of the Executioner family and suffers from a hereditary disease; he is hardly a formidable warrior.

He didn't really understand the intense battle that just happened, because he was buried under the shattered execution platform and didn't see anything afterward.

The only thing that made sense was that Elonmeier was using [Qi] to control a bunch of sharp objects and shoot them at the ordinary people watching, trying to distract Lan En.

At that time, the ornate rapier at his waist was also pulled out and is now mixed in with a pile of weapons and wooden spikes on the ground.

Looking at the bewildered look in the other person's eyes behind the iron mask, Lan En knew that the situation had changed a little too quickly.

The people of Sunshade City are actually quite disheveled, even filthy.

After all, when the perfumers released the first wave of paralyzing dust, they were already vomiting like a burst faucet—a typical case of projectile vomiting.

Then, feeling utterly weak, they collapsed onto their own vomit.

His clothes smelled sour and were damp, and Maré Maré was covered in wood chips and dust brought out by the collapse of the execution platform.

His long white hair was completely matted together.

But the Witcher didn't feel any emotional reaction when he dug him out. After all, from the moment he became a Witcher, crawling through city sewers had been a normal part of the profession.

The smell of vomit on Maré Maré was relatively mild.

It must have been really tough on him. Wearing a mask and being drugged to the point of projectile vomiting, the vomit that had accumulated inside the mask probably made it hard for him to breathe.

Lan En reached out and pressed the edge of the mask on his face, wanting to help him remove it.

"Don't...don't..."

Despite being weak and confused, Marley still managed to speak up and stop Lann's actions.

The Witcher himself stopped lifting the mask after actually touching it with his fingers.

It wasn't because of Marre Marre's words, but because his touch was off.

The iron mask on Marre Marre's face didn't look like it was on him at all; it looked more like his face was covered in sores, with flesh and blood stuck together with the mask.

Is this the type of genetic disease in the Marey family? Is it that serious?
Now, Lan En was hesitant to rashly remove his mask. Who knew if it was a magically blessed or enchanted item?
Don't worsen someone's life-threatening condition just to clean up vomit.

With a clang, Lan En placed the Mare family's execution sword next to Mare Mare. Even though he was still weak, the head of the Mare family immediately reached out and placed his hand on the dark blade.

He was dejected. After all, although the family heirloom sword had returned to him, the battle grime that once covered it had been scraped off by Elonmel and was gone forever. Even so, Marley Marley still gripped Lann's hand, pleadingly asking, "Are there... are there any other unrelated people injured?"

From his vantage point, he could see the civilians who had tried their best to shrink into a small corner of the terrace during the earlier conflict.

But it was precisely because they huddled together in fear that no one knew whether anyone inside was injured.

“I just completely cut off the energy of the Ironthorns,” Lann said, quite confident in his skills. “Those things won’t have a chance to hurt anyone.”

“No, we have to be even more careful,” Mare Mare said, panting, emphasizing very seriously, “My rapier! It must not be allowed to hurt anyone! Otherwise…”

Marley Marley was running out of strength, but Lann had a general idea of ​​what the other party was worried about.

It was obvious that the rapier that Mare Mare had been carrying on his waist had unusual properties, so much so that now that Elonmeier had been dealt with, his first concern was that the rapier might cause trouble.

Lan En got up and rummaged through the pile of messy, sharp objects.

Mare Mare's rapier is very conspicuous, so it's not too difficult to find.

The ornate rapier was decorated extensively with gold and gemstones; the hilt and the rapier's hemispherical guard were entirely made of gold, and half of the blade was also encased in gold.

Only the exposed half of the rapier's blade was a scarlet color.

It doesn't look like it's forged from steel; it looks more like some kind of biological material. Large spikes from some kind of creature have been used to make the blade of this rapier.

Because Lan En was wearing a suit of armor made of biological materials, and all the craftsmen in the second wave of the New World were masters of using biological materials.

Therefore, after spending a lot of time with them, many of his equipment was made in the same way, and Lan En was very confident in his judgment.

When he pulled the rapier from the pile of junk, the aura of crimson power emanating from it, along with its scent and feel, made him unconsciously squint slightly.

This power seemed very familiar to him, and with almost no effort, Mentos had already found the corresponding scene in Lann's memory and completed the comparison based on Lann's impression.

But the Witcher showed no sign of anything amiss. He simply returned to Marley Marley's side, carrying his rapier, and sheathed it at his waist.

During this process, Lann noticed out of the corner of his eye that the head of the Mare family seemed to be observing him, watching to see if he would show any unusual behavior because of this rapier.

But Lan En didn't react at all.

Melina doesn't seem to be planning to immediately return to her complete soul state after this appearance.

She looked at the delicate little girl, but without the slightest affectation or disgust, and dragged the Sunshade City soldiers off their own vomit on the terrace.

He seems to be someone who can settle down and work diligently.

This is somewhat in contrast to her appearance and temperament.

"Fluffy Ball!" Lan En shouted, looking up from where he was, not even bothering to peek down from the city wall. "Did you handle things over there?"

Less than half a minute after the shout, the kitten darted up the city wall with a "whoosh!" and exclaimed, "Done, meow! Ah Qiu!"

As she spoke, the velvet ball even sneezed a little.

"Their scent is just too overpowering, meow!"

"A fallen perfumer, that's normal."

At this point, Lan En was able to confirm why the perfumers in Sunshade City felt different from those in the Perfumers' Guild in the Royal City.

He had previously seen the so-called 'fallen perfumer' when he was browsing through the books about perfumers in Sir Bai Zhi's collection.

Normally, perfumery is a means of healing and saving lives. Perfumers are professionals who heal and save lives.

However, every medicine has its side effects, and the same applies to face powder.

The profession of perfumer is not noble; what is noble are those who, through this profession, adhere to ethical standards and help those in need.

Among perfumers, some have begun to purify and blend perfume powders originally used for healing and saving lives, using them for personal enhancement and to numb their senses.

They were then condemned by the Perfumers' Association as having "gone astray," that is, as fallen perfumers.

The perfumers wear a stronger, more complex scent of fragrance powder because they not only come into contact with it regularly, but also use it on themselves. This results in them being almost steeped in the scent.

At the same time, it's normal for medication to promote a strong body that performs at the same level as someone who has undergone professional training.

Previously, Lan En had only seen written descriptions of this group and had never met them in person.

Therefore, upon arriving in Sunshade City, he could not immediately match the perfumers here with the written records.

Seeing the perfumers of Sunshade City become like addicts because of [Cursed Blood], he suddenly realized that this was what a fallen perfumer looked like.

(End of this chapter)