Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 113 The Growth of 112 Skills

Chapter 113 112. Growth of skills

Lan En easily climbed into the wall.

The sound of falling on the lawn was as soft as a cat landing, and there was no sound of metal armor shaking and colliding.

Before Lan En came in, he took off the plate armor parts of his armor.

The whole person seems to have returned to the state when he first came to Oriden, with the main body of mail armor covered with cotton armor.

This time was different from the lame infiltration in Willen's camp.

The enemy is not on the shore where the waves sound and the smell of sea is strong.

As far as the defense force itself is concerned, they are not a mob armed with weapons.

Rather, they are a group of elite warriors who have undergone rigorous training and actual combat.

The situation Lan En faced was undoubtedly countless times more dangerous than Willen's camp battle.

But Lan En's growth during this period is definitely more exaggerated than the changes in the situation!

In the corner of the retina, two numbers are flashing slightly.

[Stealth] Proficiency -9%

[Assassination] Proficiency -6%

These two skills, after deep memory dives for several consecutive nights, were equivalent to receiving personal teachings from the Emperor's Children warriors.

Those warriors who are so good that they are almost perfect, their legions are not the type who are good at stealth and assassination.

However, as a legion adhering to the "perfect" combat concept, it is possible not to be proficient in a combat skill, but it is absolutely impossible to not understand it at all.

Therefore, the full names of Lan En's two skills should actually be prefixed with two long and gorgeous names that resemble ancient European aristocrats.

That was the name of the Emperor's Children warrior from whom the skill came.

The proficiency of these two skills is no longer based on mortals, but on the group of celestial warriors!

9% and 6%, which means that in addition to basic quality, Lan En has reached the level of a son of the Emperor in terms of pure skills, a god warrior who has fought bloody battles with various interstellar races in the boundless sea of stars for hundreds of years, which is close to 10%. level!

Like an ethereal shadow.

In the brightly lit luxurious manor, Lan En could detect the dark blind spots between the interlacing firelights with a quick glance.

And that was his ideal landing spot.

A patrol of guards patrolled the cobbled paths of the estate.

A halberdier, two sword and shield soldiers, a crossbowman, and a hound.

This is the standard configuration of patrols in the manor.

Lan En could identify more than ten teams like this just by listening.

I thought that throughout the night, the manor would be swept over and over again by the guards with the same attitude of plowing the garden and sweeping holes.

Lan En was standing in the darkness only ten steps away from them.

Normal human vision cannot penetrate the darkness, and the nose of a hound is no problem.

When Lan En drank the potion, he deliberately sprinkled a little on the cotton armor.

The smell of the potion is strong enough to mask its own smell.

And because the raw materials of the witcher's potion are all natural ingredients, the hound will not smell like an ordinary magic potion and show discomfort due to the magical power inside.

After watching the patrol team walk away peacefully, Lan En continued to move forward.

His main purpose in coming here was the Count himself.

If he were to alert the enemy, Lan En would not believe that such a powerful person would have no way out in a carefully managed manor.

Lan En could not identify the earl's personal information, so it would be unwise to rush into the main building of the manor.

But his mind moved quickly.

The slightly shiny cat's eyes searched for messy footprints on the ground, and its nose captured pheromones in the air.

Soon, in the witcher's integrated vision, he recognized a trail of scent.

"The messy and complex smell is different from the common smell of sweat, feet, and leather belonging to guards. Blood, feces, vomit, and dirty clothes that have not been changed for a long time."

Lan En muttered to himself.

The witcher's extraordinary senses are not always effective, at least Lan En cannot distinguish finely from these messy smells.

Maybe by the time the Space Marine's augmentation surgery is complete, he'll be able to do it. But with the power of a witcher alone, this is the limit.

But power must be used wisely.

He didn't need to be discerning in this matter.

As long as you grasp the group characteristics of the children who were abducted and imprisoned, and then distinguish them from the group characteristics of the people in the manor, you can recognize them.

A terrifyingly powerful earl, whether a guard or a servant, wouldn't make them incontinent and vomit everywhere, right?

For a nobleman, dignity is more important than life.

A servant can lose his master's property and still work, but if he loses his master's face, he has no choice but to die.

Moving in the dark blind corner, Lan gradually approached the main building of the manor.

It was a three-story building covering a large area.

The solid stone and wooden beam structure is obviously different from the brick buildings of civilians outside the manor.

This architectural style is simply based on a castle!

Only the top of the building was covered with orange-red tiles consistent with the buildings outside the manor.

It seems that they want to make this place less obtrusive from the perspective of the palace.

The earl and the king still only had political differences.

But it is expected that if the pro-Nilfgaardian forces in Temeria continue to grow, it is hard to say whether the count can still, or whether he wants to maintain the conflict to the level of "political differences".

Lan En touched the base of the fortress.

"The smell ends here. A wall?"

Whether it was messy footprints or a group-specific smell, they were suddenly stopped in front of this wall.

Lan En's rich experience in watching famous detectives convinced him that this was a trap wall.

"If the wall is closed, look for signs of wear and tear."

A pair of cat eyes narrowed slightly, scanning the walls left and right. Finally, on an ordinary wall tile, Lan En found signs of wear and tear that were different from those caused by wind and rain.

This brick is often touched.

With a gentle press, the bricks will sink in.

A large piece of stone wall opened, revealing a dark cave entrance.

This should have been something to be happy about, because Lan En had found the place where the other party hid the child slave.

He was only a few steps away from rescuing these poor people.

But Lan En couldn't laugh.

He couldn't help but smile when faced with a goal that he had been working hard for for a long time and was just about to be achieved.

Because just standing at the entrance of this deep cave, he heard some sounds.

Some voices that have absolutely no good news.

Lan En stood at the entrance of the cave, his head lowered. After a long while, I took a deep breath and walked away.

He already had a rough idea of what he would see in this place.

And he was also mentally prepared.