Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 117 116. Fireball

Having something thrown in your face.

Count Stesa had never encountered such a situation in his life.

His family is rich and noble.

They hired the most nurturing teachers to educate their children, but these teachers did not dare to touch the children.

And after childhood, when he was the easiest to educate, he represented the face of the Stesa family.

Who dares to slap such a nobleman in the face?

He had never even seen such an action, because no one dared to get angry with his subordinates in front of the Count.

What if this behavior is considered erratic? Does anyone want to risk their future?

So the moment Stesa was thrown away, he was completely stunned.

But he instinctively knew that this was a method that did not focus on physical harm, but focused on attacking dignity and personality.

What he felt first was not anger, but absurdity.

People like him should have stayed in a honeypot all their lives.

Normal outside air would make them feel bitter.

Fear spread in his heart before anger.

It is normal for people to feel fear when they encounter harm that they have never seen before.

And Stesa now confirmed one thing at the same time: Lann never left an option to keep him alive.

Fear is like a huge stone weighing on my heart, and now, the pressure of that stone is getting heavier and heavier.

After confirming that he had no choice, the rock suddenly collapsed.

Stesa's eyes were originally calm, but his pupils began to wander uncontrollably.

The lips were trembling and bloodless.

His neatly groomed face, beard and hair were becoming disheveled amidst the constant tremors.

Lan En watched quietly as the young and powerful nobleman in front of him gradually turned into a timid and panicked joke.

"So you should understand, Lord Earl."

"I have received a good education, and this education has given me a precious global perspective. You want to confuse my thinking with a lot of information and limit my perspective to a mere Temeria. But this information is When I heard it, I just felt like laughing.”

With a "crunch", Lan En stood up holding on to the armrests of the chair.

Stesa trembled in fright at the sound.

Lan En smiled kindly, walked behind the earl, and patted his shoulders gently with a pair of bloody gloves.

With every shot, the handsome middle-aged man would tremble unconsciously.

"Don't be afraid, sir. I'm not planning to kill you now, actually."

Looking down, the necklace around his neck began to tremble slightly, and Lan En's smile became even kinder.

"You can leave now."

".?!"

The earl looked up in surprise and could only see Lan En's eyes narrowed into slits with laughter.

"Don't be so surprised, Lord Earl. I saw your basement. The children there are well fed and clothed. They should thank you."

When talking about the basement, Lan En's tone was a little strange, but the Earl's brain was already overwhelmed by fear and could not react.

"I, I can leave?! You won't kill me?!"

Stassa asked stammering in surprise and astonishment.

In fact, even with an ordinary person's IQ, he should have noticed something was wrong by now.

But facing life and death is what a person fears most.

When people face fear, escape is a natural reaction. No matter how absurd this route of escape may seem.

Stesa tentatively stood up from the chair. He moved slowly at first.

But after seeing that Lan En had no intention of stopping, it became much smoother.

He moved towards the door of the study, his steps getting faster and faster.

Looking back, Lan En was still there, holding the back of his chair with both hands, watching him leave with a smile.

The earl immediately turned his head and continued walking, his face turned gloomy and ferocious with his back to Lan En.

The closer he got to the door, the more the fear in his heart was transformed into anger and violence.

A witcher. A variant of sweetbreads!

How dare you step into his manor, step into his study, touch him with those dirty hands, and threaten him!

He must die! When you walk out of the room, your own guards will protect you!

By then, that bastard must die!

No. Not enough! His friends in Auriden and the whole people of Auriden are going to be rekindled!

Let them know the anger of a noble man!

With a "click", the door opened.

Stesa felt a heat in front of her face.

In a flash of consciousness, he saw that his housekeeper had blocked the door of the study room, and a bulging fireball was floating in the palms of his clasped hands.

Behind the butler was a large group of people.

There are soldiers wearing standard armor and holding swords and shields.

A hammer-wielding knight with full plate armor and armed to the teeth.

There were about ten people in total, and everyone's eyes were concerned and firm.

Just like he could bleed to death for his count at any time.

Looking into these eyes, the last bit of fear in Stesa's heart suddenly dissipated.

He remembered that the guards in the basement were on a rotational basis. Even if there is no alarm, judging from the current time, it is still time to change shifts.

So even though the manor was peaceful, his butler still brought a group of people to the study.

After hearing the strange voice in the study, he was even more ready to attack with the fireball technique!

Stesa smiled.

He felt safe.

He knew very well how good his guards were, and he knew how loyal these people were to him.

Because this is all the ‘power’ he has accumulated.

As long as you have these powers, let alone just a demon hunter, you can become a demon hunter.

Just when the noble earl was about to get into the crowd with a look of relief and relief.

A familiar voice came from behind him.

That witcher's voice.

"Your Majesty, please squat down."

The smile froze.

I don't know why, but he did it immediately and instinctively.

And the moment he squatted down, he felt something flying rapidly over his head.

The wind pressure caused by it even made the hair stick to the scalp!

There was a "bang" sound.

Under the astonished eyes of a group of people, the thing hit the butler standing in the front row.

It was a chair made of solid materials and elegant in shape.

If you were struck from behind by such a chair at a high speed, your unarmored spine would probably be broken.

Stassa just breathed a sigh of relief for his timely dodge.

But the next moment, he saw the expanding fireball in the butler's hand.

One piece of common sense in magic: A wizard who interferes with the spell-casting state is a very dangerous thing, both for the wizard and the onlookers.

Under the pained and horrified expression of the butler, he was directly knocked into the crowd of warriors behind him by the chair.

next moment.

"Boom!!!"

The crashing chair, the butler's body, a plate-armored warrior pressing his back against the butler. After a loud noise, it was immediately blown to pieces by this long-prepared fireball!

Things like blood, sawdust, and broken iron pieces exploded violently with the force of impact!

The fireball that exploded in the center of the crowd included a large group of people within the killing range.

Only Count Stesa curled up and squatted down next to the corner of the door frame, holding his head, to avoid being affected.

Those who were directly burned by the flames, those who were locked inside the heated armor and howled, those whose limbs were cut off by flying debris

The originally quiet and tasteful corridor outside the study turned into a noisy and hot hell in an instant!

Lan En stepped on the flames and walked to the corridor.

He pulled out his hunting knife and held down a dazed but uninjured plate knight with one hand.

The opponent struggled in confusion, but Lan En just held down his helmet, feeling like he was holding down a chicken and duck waiting to be slaughtered.

"Shh, shh. Be quiet, just be quiet."

He muttered, and stabbed the hunting knife into the helmet's viewing slit along the gap in the plate armor.

A spurt of blood shot up half a meter high.

The limbs inside the plate armor trembled as if twitching, and then calmed down.

After taking care of the only enemy that might still be able to fight, Lan wiped the knife and put it back into its sheath.

He walked over to the Earl who was holding his head on the door panel and trembling, and squatted down.

The witcher said with a smile.

"You should cheer up. If the count wants to survive, you have to escape."

Thanks to this person for being a trap, Amy for the dragon egg, and Hunter Dante for the 500-point reward!

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