Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1005 987. Shani

The group walked towards the village outside Novigrad.

It seemed that Kalkstein's alchemy always had dangerous phenomena such as explosions and combustion, and it was notorious.

Therefore, the temple guards of Novigrad did not even allow him to enter the city, and he could only rent a house in the village outside the city to settle down.

"That's why his weirdo was willing to bring a student who had only studied for a few days."

Dandelion led the way in front, while complaining about the master alchemist.

"I have seen people who are obsessed with research, and I have seen quite a few in Oxenfort. But it is rare to see someone like him who can order a little girl around without any embarrassment."

"Little girl?"

Geralt clapped his hands behind Dandelion and asked in confusion.

He had just finished the smoked fish sandwich in his hand, and his hand was full of dry bread crumbs.

"Shani is about 15 or 16 years old. I haven't asked her in detail, but I don't think she's too old. New research from Oxenford University shows that the best age for humans to reach adulthood is 18." Dandelion said without much concern. "But don't think that she is just a new student at Oxenford. She is ambitious. I can feel it." "It's not that she wants to be an official or anything, but she is ambitious in academics, or in the medical profession. Do you understand?" "Then you should use more accurate words, great poet." Lan En complained behind him, "That's called career ambition." Compared to the three men who were really going to work, Triss was now like a girl shopping, following Lan En's footsteps lively. The flannel ball also put on a fitting hooded cloak and put it on his body. Others would probably think it was a dwarf. "Anyway, that's it." Dandelion waved his hand without looking back. If she was not an ambitious student, it would be unlikely that she would meet a big shot when she first entered school and seize the opportunity to follow him out to study. Ordinary students have a hard time just adapting to a new campus, and it is rare to have such a strong sense of purpose.

Oxenfurt is not far from Novigrad and is another important city in Redania.

But its importance does not lie in the city itself, but in the college of the same name in the city, Oxenfurt University.

The most famous institution of higher learning in the entire north.

Although Aretusa and Ben Ade are both warlock colleges, the entire warlock community has been immersed in the atmosphere of power struggle for too long, and even the college has this tone.

So in terms of social contribution and theoretical research, a group of people who have mastered magic are not as famous as a university composed of ordinary people.

For example, the fire and earth fortune-telling seminar that Kalkstein attended was organized by Oxenfurt University.

Aretusa and Ben Ade rarely have such research meetings. In their eyes, if you don’t have the ability to cast spells, you are not qualified to talk about alchemy or anything else.

Lan En has always felt sorry for this. It seems that magic is not able to improve the intelligence of fools.

Walking out of the city gate, crossing the tributary of the Pontar River, which has become eutrophic due to urban sewage, the ground paved with stone bricks disappeared, although it was messy and uneven, and turned into natural loess.

In the village outside the city, houses can still be built with bricks and lime on the side close to Novigrad. But the farther away from the city, the simpler the houses are.

Finally, they become wooden plank low walls and straw roofs.

Lan En walked past those sturdy buildings and guessed that these big houses should be warehouses invested and built outside the city by merchants in Novigrad to avoid the high warehouse management costs in the city.

Although transportation outside the city is more troublesome and safety issues are greater than in the city, and you have to pay for the construction of houses yourself, there is no doubt that it is more profitable than renting warehouses in the city.

The village outside the city is also quite lively, at least much more lively than the scattered villages built on the road in the wilderness.

A big city like Novigrad can only operate without the material support of the surrounding villages.

So in this village, there are not only common farmers and hunters, but also full-time washerwomen, leather workers, barbers, tailors and other professions.

It is an "advanced" structure of semi-commercial and semi-agricultural industries attached to the city.

Dandelion seemed to have some kind of feud or dispute with the washerwomen in the village, and deliberately bypassed that area when leading the way.

On the yellow earth road that had been trampled hard, Triss kicked away two chickens that blocked the road, and Flannel Ball and Geralt almost stepped on a pile of donkey dung.

Finally, when they reached the edge of the village, Dandelion tilted his head to signal everyone, and then walked towards the house with wooden walls and straw roofs.

The poet bent his knuckles and knocked on it.

But as soon as his knuckles touched the thin wooden door twice, an irritable and vigilant voice came from inside.

A girl's voice, with a gentle tone, but it seemed a little dull behind the wooden door.

"Don't bother us! Leave! We don't owe you any money! Let me make it clear, there is a 'gift' prepared by the alchemist at the door. If you hyenas dare to touch the door again, you will be punished!"

"Wow~"

"Swish~"

Geralt and Lan, one exclaimed and the other whistled.

They all watched the fun and didn't mind the big deal.

But Dandelion at the door froze. Obviously, the 'gift from the alchemist' mentioned by the voice inside the door made him feel a little guilty.

The hand that was frozen in the air did not dare to knock any more. Dandelion could only clear his throat and speak carefully.

"X-Xia Ni! Don't be scary, it's me, Dandelion."

The person inside the door obviously recognized that this was indeed the poet's voice.

After a brief moment of silence, the thin wooden door opened with a crash.

The movement startled Dandelion. It actually made him jump back.

"No! What? You opened the door so roughly? Are you not afraid of what's behind the door?"

Dandelion held his head in fear, but after waiting for a while and realizing that nothing happened, he stammered and spoke to the door.

"Don't be stupid, 'Senior'." The female voice inside the door responded to him, but her tone was ridiculing and teasing. "There is no 'gift'. What else can I do if I don't say that? Let the gangsters who collect debts kick open this leaky door?"

"I think you are too afraid of Master Kalkstein?"

"That's nonsense!" Dandelion, who understood that it was a false alarm, immediately became bolder again, and he retorted righteously. "A great poet has seen more storms than you have seen plays!"

"That's a pity. I'm not interested in dialogue dramas, so I've only watched three or four shows."

Dandelion, who had always been eloquent and even made a living from it, rarely opened his mouth, but could not say anything else.

He turned sideways and opened the door to the people behind him in a gesture of introduction.

At this time, Lan En and the others saw what the girl who had just made Dandelion unable to get off the stage looked like.

She has short, capable red hair, slightly lighter than Tris, but still enough to show her vitality.

She is slender and tall, wearing a small green vest. She is not plump and mature, but she is still very beautiful.

Moreover, the figure matches the face, revealing the intelligence and delicacy of a scholar.

"what is this?"

Shani stood leaning against the door frame, seemingly not intending to invite anyone directly into the house.

Her eyes flicked to Dandelion.

"Your matchmaking business was messed up, and now you're going to cause trouble?"

"Hey, you know I'm not that kind of person!"

Dandelion said angrily.

Shani smiled at this and then opened the door.

Lan En chuckled as he passed Dandelion: "Senior?"

The poet's old face suddenly turned red.

Obviously, most of his good relationship with Shani was due to the fact that they could quarrel with each other and it was difficult to decide the winner.

Dandelion looked indifferent, but in fact he had a degree in seven liberal arts from Ossenfurt University, and his logic and thinking skills were quite good.

Just being able to argue with him is something that only a few educated people in the world can do.

To fight so hard, you need to have a smart mind.

The wooden house is not big, so it looks even smaller when everyone walks in.

Lan En even had to lower his head and bend over to get in.

But the wooden house is very different from ordinary village houses.

It was filled with the smell of mixed herbs and alchemical raw materials, and there were also some sturdy and durable alchemical vessels placed crampedly.

For example, a condenser made of metal.

A large pile of various equipment was piled in the corner of the room, and a man who had never cared much about the outside world was squatting on the ground in front of the pile of equipment.

After hearing many people coming in, they just waved their hands without looking back.

Signaling Shani to handle it herself.

There are only two rooms in this wooden house. A pile of equipment occupies one room, and the other is just two beds made of wooden boards and straw on the ground, covered with two sheets.

It is unimaginable that a female college student and an alchemy master live in such a place.

This kind of environment is basically at the level of village residents in the wild, and it's not even good in this village.

But Shani was not secretive about this, nor did she feel embarrassed.

"If you don't mind, please sit down."

She generously stretched out her hand towards everyone and pointed to the two beds.

"Please understand, although Master Kalkstein still has a lot of money, under the current circumstances, it is better not to use this money."

"After all, I can't control anything, so it's best not to improve my living situation now."

After saying that, her eyes under the bangs of her short red hair scanned several people with interest.

"Dandelion, you haven't introduced me yet. Isn't this really a debt collection?"

"What are you talking about?" The poet curled his lips, but still stood up and acted as an intermediary to introduce the two parties to each other.

"These two are witchers, hunters who specialize in hunting monsters. This is Triss Merigold of Maribor, the royal advisor of Temeria and a famous sorceress."

"Look at this battle, tell me which debt collector can hire this group of people?"