Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 2040 2012. Cross-World Communication

The issue of time differences between worlds is always a tangled mess that's hard to unravel.

Even time cannot be converted, let alone real-time communication between worlds.

However, after analyzing the technology within the spirit beacon that Lan En had obtained, Margarita and Tesaya's research ultimately made significant progress.

They added many functions to this cone-shaped crystal that had been blessed by the Lady of the Lake.

One of these capabilities is the ability to contact the magical Middle Ages, but whether or not they can receive the signal, and when they will receive it, is another matter entirely.

That's why Lan En said it was a matter of luck.

After arriving at the border, he basically called the magical Middle Ages every now and then, but unfortunately, he never got through.

He even thought the thing was broken.

But now, good fortune has clearly arrived.

Hello, darling.

Margarita was always charming, and the flirtatious banter from her lips was as intoxicating as sweet honey.

Even now, this cross-world communication technology is far from being able to pursue high sound and picture quality.

But Lann could still see that the sorceress was standing on a small bridge over a stream in the forest.

Her hands were braced against the low bridge railing, and because of this posture, she had to bend forward.

At the same time, the sorceress's usual wide-opening clothes revealed a breathtaking fullness and a deep cleavage.

It must have taken her half a minute to get into this position.

Lann, who knew Margarita quite well, knew the sorceress's little scheme at first glance.

"Nice posture," Lan En said with a light laugh, "but why do your eyebrows look like they're joined together?"

"what?"

The female sorceress, who was posing on the small bridge, froze for a moment, then immediately began to make spellcasting gestures with her other hand.

The holographic projection in front of Lan En suddenly became much clearer, and Margarita's face, which had been carefully maintained by magic, was brought closer for Lan En to see.

"And now? And now?"

"Perfect."

Lan En was full of praise for this.

After posing the Witcher, whom she hadn't seen in a long time, for a good look, Margarita spoke in the projection while simultaneously using a levitation charm to control a stack of paper and pens beside her, and began writing rapidly.

It appears to be recording various data from this cross-world communication process.

After exchanging greetings and chatting for a while, Lan En and Margarita realized that the signal Margarita received was not the one Lan En had sent two hours earlier, but rather a signal he had routinely sent a month earlier.

The other signals must have been lost somewhere in the vastness of space between the worlds.

I didn't receive the magical medieval part at all.

This is just in time.

"You mean you've encountered a teleportation trail that needs to be tracked?"

Margarita spoke languidly, stretching in the sunlight, her stunningly curved body glowing as if it were radiating light.

It seems the weather is nice where she is.

As she spoke, Margarita waved to her side.

A muffled 'thump' came from the holographic projection. The Witcher knew that the sound was caused by the pressure difference created when the portal was opened.

A mage is one who can open a portal in mid-air without relying on spellcasting materials.

As for someone like Margarita, who can open a portal without even posing, chanting spells, or making gestures beforehand, although she is still called an archmage, she is clearly not on the same level as a regular archmage.

After all, even Tisaya or Hen Gedimitis were only respectfully called archmages.

The sorceress in the holographic projection stepped through the portal she had opened and returned to a room decorated with mahogany.

Tisaya sat behind her desk in Dean Aretusa's office, stroking the feathers on her quill pen with her fingers, looking in the direction the portal had opened.

"How many times have I told you, Rita? Balance the air pressure when you open the portal! You blew all the documents off the table!"

In fact, according to Lan En, the papers only made a couple of rustling sounds.

"Wait!" After scolding Margarita, Tisaya immediately noticed her unusual expression. "What are you holding? Lann?! Our technology has communication capabilities now?"

Tisaya jumped up from the dean's office chair, not even noticing the slight wrinkles in her lace collar and cuffs.

She quickly walked to Margarita's side and carefully examined the Witcher in the holographic projection.

Lan En could sense the turbulent emotions in her eyes, but when Tisaya spoke, she still mainly focused on technical issues.

The Witcher knew Tisaya's personality well, so he got straight to the point.

"You mean, you need a mage for professional support?" After a brief inquiry, Tisaya frowned slightly. "I know your social skills, Lann. Didn't you find a local mage friend over there? Or are there no mages there?" "I did make friends," Lann said with a wry smile, "but their... Anyway, things are very hectic right now, there's no chance to find anyone else."

Originally, Lan En wanted to complain about the time perception problem of the people in the borderlands. After all, when they meet and greet each other, and then meet again decades or hundreds of years later, it's as if they just met yesterday.

Who can make friends so easily in this situation?
But seeing Marlenia watching intently from the side, even temporarily removing her winged helmet and tucking it into her elbow, Lann still didn't say anything.

“This is very risky.” Tisaya placed her hands in front of her lower abdomen, revealing her usual self-possessed and meticulous feminine beauty. “Although we have teleportation technology and teleportation targets, these are the two necessary factors in the teleportation process.”

"But in any case, this will ultimately be an unprecedented event..."

Before Tisaya could even utter the words 'interdimensional teleportation'...

Lann interrupted her first: "It's not unprecedented, Tisaya. At least in ancient times, Ain Woodold did it, didn't he?"

Marlenia was different from those who had been considered friends on Lann's journey before.

Firstly, her mental health issues were, in Lan En's assessment, quite serious. Coupled with the current chaotic situation at the border, and her own identity and position, it made it difficult for the Witcher to easily be completely honest with her.

Tisaya frowned at Lan En's interruption; Lan En had been very patient with her before.

But then, the older sister, with her keen mind, realized something and stopped talking about what she hadn't finished saying.

“Lan En,” Marlenia’s calm yet slightly urging voice rang out, “please hurry.”

The Valkyrie's voice isn't particularly pleasant, but her composed demeanor is enough to make people realize her extraordinary nature.

On the other side of the holographic projection, Lan En clearly saw the scene shake, and then Margarita's face came closer.

"Ha~" She deliberately dragged out the sound, adding to her teasing tone, "A lady is beside you, Lan En? Why don't you let us see this extraordinary lady?"

Halfway through her sentence, Margarita zoomed out again, a half-smile playing on her lips. She held up a communication magic item in one hand, while the other arm was crossed in front of her, her arms gracefully supporting her heavy chest. She tilted her head slightly.

Behind her, Tisaya raised one of her hands, which had been folded in front of her lower abdomen, and pressed it against her forehead, shaking her head silently.

She knew: Rita was definitely going to come over now.

“Welcome! Or rather, I can’t wait, Rita.” Mr. Lan, no longer the naive young man he once was, still smiled. “I really need your help.”

His tone was ardent and sincere, like that of a young man in love, brimming with boundless energy.

His expression, tone, and appearance almost made Margarita's breathing quicken in an instant.

His previously ambiguous smile froze.

"I'll be there soon, darling."

Margarita's tone was calm, but that wasn't because she had calmed down; it was because she had decided to come immediately.

From her voice, Lan En could almost feel the sorceress's breath, which carried the scent of desire and lust.

“Go find the Lady of the Lake to help oversee the teleportation process, Margarita. After all, this is your first time out here.”

The Witcher spoke softly and with concern.

This time, Margarita's tone was even more indifferent, and she barely responded at all.

She simply said "Mmm" and that was it.

The holographic projection on the cone-shaped crystal went out, and all that remained were the occasional rocks falling from the mountainside and the sound of the wind blowing through the golden leaves of the plateau.

Lan En placed the cone-shaped crystal in the clearing in the middle of the small ravine, then stepped back a few paces and waited quietly.

This will serve as the precise coordinates for Margarita's teleportation, which is much more reliable than Lan En directly entering the other world with the tide of chaotic magic.

Having witnessed the awe-inspiring power of the velvet ball and the Qilin that shook the entire Asian Plateau, they have now come down from the small hill after enjoying the spectacle.

After the meteor shower in Ratahn ended, there wasn't much to see except for the continuous earthquakes.

Upon hearing that Margarita would be coming to provide magical support, both the kitten and the unicorn were overjoyed.

They were well taken care of in Aretusa, so they got along very well with Margarita.

Besides, running into acquaintances on an adventure is something that can make people happy for a long time.

So the velvet ball and the Qilin looked expectantly at the cone-shaped crystal placed in the middle of the open space.

Marlenia stood next to Lann.

After removing her helmet, the Valkyrie's face is delicate and beautiful, but it is often obscured by her thick, unkempt red hair, which also gives her a pale and sickly appearance.

She was also looking at the cone-shaped crystal, waiting for the mage who could guide her to her brother.

However, during this process, her eyes would occasionally glance to the side.

After her lips trembled several times, she finally seemed ready to speak.

"Lord Lan En."

"what happened?"

"When you were talking to that mage just now," the Valkyrie asked seriously, "the tone of your voice... I don't understand."

(End of this chapter)