Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1226 1208. Researcher Demon Hunter

"This old woman!"

Margarita's mouth twitched and she whispered.

But whether she should say anything or not, she complained softly after making sure that the portal was completely closed.

"Okay, Rita." Triss moved her stiff shoulders and said, "Tisaya is joking, but we still have a lot to do."

During her previous studies at Aretusa, her relationship with Tisaya was not very close, it was just a simple relationship between the dean and a student.

Far inferior to the superimposed relationship between students and friends like Tissaya, Margarita and Yennefer.

So now Tisaya is not provoked to anger.

However, with her close relationship with Lan En, Triss's contacts and relationships with Margarita and Tisaya inevitably began to increase and deepen.

The interpersonal relationships that had not progressed during the student days began to improve after completing school and entering the busy and complicated career of a warlock.

"Okay, it's a joke." Margarita sneered, "Humph, it's a joke."

But after curling her lips, the sorceress still followed Triss. The two of them opened their own portals one after another and walked in separately.

Only the Ember Knights are left, guarding against anything that may come in this desolate but beautiful elven ruins.

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The air pressure roar caused by the portal suddenly exploded on Lake Vizima.

The wind caused the water waves to dent downward into an arc, and then, first, a horse fell from the air.

The horse was unusually tall, elegant, and magical.

Its horse's hooves radiated spiderweb-like thunder patterns on the lake. It was obvious that there was some big movement, but its strong body stood firmly on the water waves!

Qilin felt dizzy and dizzy. He knew that with his own body, this feeling would soon be relieved and disappear, but he just hated it.

Fortunately, walking on water is a completely instinctive behavior for Kirin, so it can complete it even if it is fainted.

Immediately afterwards, another kitten and a tall warrior fell from the air.

The kitten was also a little dizzy. It almost fell into the water while pulling the large and drapey rune cloth on Qilin's body.

But it still got one leg wet and climbed onto Qilin's back. And he shook his head and activated [Cat Shakes Water].

The well-fitting kitten armor on its body also made a clanging sound during the process.

Lan En, who sat on the back of the Qilin horse, picked up a piece of rune cloth and wiped the flannel ball's wet legs, receiving the kitten's thanks.

After that, the last person walked out of the portal in mid-air.

A sorceress.

Although she is a well-known spell caster, flying is not an easy task for spell casters.

This requires the use of unique magic props to achieve short-distance, low-altitude detention. For example, there is a magic carpet in the south.

And the true legend of autogenous flight, Geoffrey Monk, once accomplished this feat under the command of Dijing.

The demon hunter accurately caught the falling Tisaya. Judging from his current size, this action seemed very easy.

"I said, there's no risk, right?"

The faint fragrance of lotus flowers and lotus leaves came from the lake, and the wind brought by the portal carried moist and fresh moisture. Under the early morning sunshine, a layer of morning mist that had been floating low on the lake was slowly dissipating.

Some of the gorgeous, reflective molten silver-like hair fell down onto the sorceress's face.

"There really doesn't seem to be any risk."

The sorceress, who had always been calm and rational, seemed to find this teleportation a bit exciting, so she moved her eyes away from looking up at Lan En's face, swallowed, and straightened her face.

"Please let me sit down, this position is really awkward."

The witcher is good at what he does.

The portal opened by Tissaya used the beacon set up by Triss near Vizima.

Since Foltest last had a private conversation with Lan, the voice she was originally told to 'proceed with caution' in this area suddenly disappeared.

The royal advisor was thus able to re-establish many transmission beacons.

"A bit out of the way, but not far."

Lan En glanced briefly, and he was able to distinguish the location of this lake that he had visited many times.

At this time, although Qilin was still swearing and snoring, he still turned around obediently and ran towards the distance.

Black Tern Island.

The original teleportation target was here, but now it's about two hundred meters away. It's not bad for a teleportation technique that uses a beacon other than one's own.

Moreover, he had told Tissaya before that there was no need to pursue accuracy too much. After all, this place was a smooth road for Qilin.

After arriving on the island, Lan En supported Tissaya, while Flannel Ball jumped off on his own.

The island is still full of birds and flowers in a small area, making people feel a sense of leisure and comfort from the heart.

"This is it."

After being helped off the horse, Tissaya subconsciously adjusted her clothes and hairstyle to keep them symmetrical and regular.

At the same time, the sorceress's eyes were carefully observing this small island with a small area.

A dwelling place for God. There was only a faint excitement left in Tisaya's heart at this time, the excitement of scholars and researchers.

This feeling has rarely appeared since she became famous. The last time was when Lan En extracted the strong growth power from the otherworldly dragon bone through alchemy, breaking through the long-term limit of the crystal cultivation project.

She is one of the oldest living human sorcerers.

In her era, the warlocks had just appeared and began to try to control the magic of chaos, and the strong were like gods and demons who could move mountains to see the scenery.

She took the lead in summarizing her experience, visits, and research, and finally made her own academic report on supernatural powers other than warlocks and chaotic magic.

That is the so-called God and faith.

And now, she once buried her head in a pile of old papers, just to read a piece of legends and myths about the research object on this small island.

Reality exists.

But after all, she had seen strong winds and waves, as well as various experienced sorceresses and powerful spellcasters in the world. Her caution as a researcher made Tisaya cautious in her words and deeds, while her thirst for knowledge as a scholar only made her feel slightly agitated.

"Ma'am, she's easy to talk to." Lan En also knew Tissaya's current mood as a researcher, so he introduced her. "I have also read your previous research reports. The style is very gentle, a little bit deconstructive, but it is not a big problem."

"I'm not a little girl who just started studying, Lan En." Disaya glanced at him coldly, then stretched out her hand to straighten the lace of her cuffs. "I know how to be calm and restrained."

The witcher chuckled.

Then, on the lake more than ten meters away from Black Tern Island, there was another roar of unstable air pressure.

Then a figure with a big bag hanging on his body fell into the lake with a 'plop'.

As if Lan En had been waiting for him for a long time, he walked towards the direction where the man fell into the water.

"I'm Gululu. I hate portals!"

Berengar, who had just fallen out of the portal, was pulled by Lan from the shallows of the lake, and finally managed to regain his footing.

Lake Vizima is not small, and there are waves even on the edge of a small island like Black Tern Island.

For example, if you suddenly fall in, if there is no one to help you, you may be pushed unsteady by the waves.

"What's going on?"

The old demon hunter was choked and coughed a few times, then wiped his face fiercely and asked.

"Margarita dragged me out of the workshop area in a hurry early in the morning, asked me to bring my things, and then stuffed me into the portal! This is too rough for an old man!"

Lan En supported Berengar, who was soaked all over, and walked towards the island from the shallows of the island. The two people's footsteps made the sound of splashing water.

Wet clothes are not a harsh environment for a witcher at all, even if Berengar has retired for a long time.

He quickly recovered, regained his footing, and escaped Lan's tug in the water.

"I've heard it all, Berengar. A witcher who goes to the Yinlu Tavern to look for call girls five days a week has no right to call himself an old man."

The young witcher said teasingly.

Berengar has nothing to be embarrassed about, he is an old bird.

But judging from Lan En's relaxed tone, although this matter was unexpectedly urgent, there didn't seem to be any sense of crisis.

Then the old witcher became more relaxed.

"You don't know what a witcher is like? Why are you pretending to be so stupid with me?"

Berengar first subconsciously spat out the lake water in his mouth, and then spoke disdainfully.

"By the way, where did this come from? Is this still Willen?"

"This is not Willen, but you are familiar with it." Lan En and Berengar walked out of the lake completely, and the young man smiled at him, "This is Lake Vizima that you have fought for."

Lan En threw the large package that Berengar had brought over his shoulder, and there was a sound of hard carapace colliding with each other inside.

When talking about the dark history of working as a laborer at the dock, Berengar curled his lips.

"Hello, Ms. Tisaya." The old demon hunter ignored Lan En and greeted the sorceress first. "And you, Qilin and Velvet Ball."

After everyone except Lan End said hello, Berengar asked Tissaya: "What are we going to do now? Ms. Margarita looked very unhappy when she dragged me away."

"Based on our experience and the current situation, the specific explanation is very complicated." Tisaya had now arranged her hair and clothes meticulously again, and she said to the old demon hunter.

"But I'm afraid we are about to go full circle to the intersection of the celestial and celestial spheres, Berengar."

"The sky and the earth meet?!" Berengar was stunned at first.

Since he retired from the witcher trade, even monsters have been rare, let alone such a dangerous word.

So he was in a daze first, and then became a little nervous.

"Oh my god, what's going on?"

"I've said it, it's very troublesome to explain. But, Belengar"

Lan En spoke in a brisk tone, as if he was going to a sunny and relaxing resort.

"Aren't you unhappy watching [Turbid Current·Destruction] all the time? This time you can have a head-on confrontation with the blacksmith."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old demon hunter's cat eyes suddenly froze!

(End of chapter)