Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 552 News of the 553 War

Chapter 552 553. News of the war

When Lann came to dry land from Black Tern Island in Lake Vizima, he received more attention than before.

After putting on the armor, he is 2.6 meters tall, which is really a miracle.

But although this kind of gaze was considered normal in Lan En's mind, there was still a strange feeling permeating the demon hunter's heart.

Is it the atmosphere?

The dark clouds and cold wind in the sky made everything look gloomy, and the villagers of Dark Water walked in a hurry, without their usual laziness or leisureliness.

Their eyes were cautious and sensitive. Even these fishermen who could sit on the pier last time and bargain with Lan En with their armpits in their hands now only dared to glance at Lan En and then hurriedly buried their heads. Go away.

They are panicking.

Lan En smelled fear in the air.

But the panic didn't break out. It wasn't like a bunch of arrogant bandits were entrenched outside the village, ready to rush in and kill everyone at any time, and then tear off the skirts of their wives and daughters while laughing.

This was the capital of Temeria, a suburb of Vizima, so it was unlikely that such a thing would happen.

This kind of fear is more like the feeling of being in an unstable environment, being stuck in a quagmire, unable to escape, or even not knowing where to escape.

Fear is mixed with powerlessness and confusion, as well as a bit of depression like a broken jar.

Lan En frowned.

It's a familiar feeling.

He once wandered and lived in Velen, and the first time he came to this world was in the mud pit of Temeria.

That's the kind of sentiment that pervades the people there.

But as the scope of his activities became wider and wider, even extending to other worlds, he gradually forgot about this emotion and atmosphere.

But now, this kind of chest-tightening atmosphere was once again permeating around him.

It is still a tavern in the village of Dark Water.

Lan En walked in with his head lowered, his body casting a huge shadow in the light of the candle.

This made the villagers in the tavern, who were drunk in broad daylight, instinctively shrink back and lower their voices even when their minds were not clear.

"Let's have a drink, something stronger."

The bartender raised his head listlessly, and then he was stunned: "Sir?!"

"Yes, it's me." Lan En used his fingers to slightly lift the hood covering his silver hair. "Can we get the vodka served before we chat?"

Although his figure is already very conspicuous, he can only block a little bit.

The wine bottle was brought up, and the bartender held a small wooden cup with a tiger's mouth ring, and looked at Lan En's obviously oversized hands.

After blinking in confusion for a while, he changed to a large wooden cup that ordinary people use to drink beer and poured it into Lan En.

This gentleman is not short of money, so he doesn't have to wait on these villagers when he pours wine. A little underfill can cause a scolding.

Holding a wine glass in your hand is a sign that you are in chat mode in the pub.

"I think the atmosphere seems to be very tense recently. Do you know what's going on?"

Lan En first took a sip of rye vodka. This brewing technology was obviously superior to that of ancient Greece, and the high alcohol content caused a burst of hot steam in his esophagus.

He asked casually on the surface, but the cat eyes under his hood were observing every move of everyone around him.

"As you know, I just came back from a long trip. Everyone's mood makes me confused."

The bartender was obviously stunned for a moment, then he picked up the bottle with a wry smile and added a little more to the glass Lan En had just put down.

Staff in the service industry should always have a warm reception tone, otherwise it will be difficult to make money from the picky drunkard. This bartender had the same impression on Lan En before.

Now, his voice was dry and difficult.

It was like having to put a handful of sand in my mouth.

".The war has begun, sir."

Lan En's hand holding the wine glass paused for a moment, barely noticeable.

Then he continued drinking as if nothing was wrong.

"Isn't this something that has been known for a long time? Everyone has been rumored for hundreds of years."

"Yes, there are rumors but no one knows that Southerners are so, so powerful!"

"How powerful? Did they fight a good fight?"

"The Battle of Manada."

The bartender said almost reflexively, it seemed that he had heard this news many times.

"It's that area south of Cintra, you know, right? The Cintra people brought all their young men who can fight there, and those are Cintra people! Compared with the pirates of the Skellige Islands, who is better? The fierce people of Sintra!”

"The result? The battle was over in one day! Just one day! The Nilfgaardians wiped out all the Cintra troops! It's not an exaggeration at all. If I tell even half a lie, the plague will take me away!"

The main force of Cintra was completely wiped out.

When the news reached Lan En's ears, a series of pictures flashed through his mind.

The lively little girl with mouse-gray hair in the forest, the noble but helpless and miserable queen sitting on the swing at sunset, and the milk-white-haired demon hunter who is inseparable from their fate.

The hand holding the wine glass stopped in mid-air. The bartender looked at this scene with confusion and tentatively called: "Sir?"

So Lan En sighed, drank up the full glass of rye vodka, and slapped ten golden Oren coins on the table.

"Thanks for the message, here's money for the drinks and looking after the horses."

With that said, the witcher stood up and turned around to walk out of the tavern.

The bartender wiped his hand on the shiny black rag on his shoulder, then brought the Oren coins on the table to him and dropped them into the open drawer.

The moment the witcher was about to walk out of the tavern, the bartender opened his mouth and called out to him.

"gentlemen!"

Amidst the mournful sound of the wooden door creaking, Lan En just opened a crack. He stood there holding the door, turning his head back in confusion.

"Do you have anything else?"

The bartender took a few deep breaths, then nervously grasped the rag in his palm and spoke stumblingly.

"My, my name is Gatiss, sir!"

Lan En was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he didn't seem to know the name of the bartender who had served him many times.

"Hello, Gatiss."

Out of politeness, Lan greeted him.

"But why."

Why should I introduce myself at this time?

"I can't tell clearly, sir."

After telling Lan En his name, Gatiss seemed to relax. He became relaxed and wiped the wine glass with ease.

As usual.

"I just think the world is going to be in chaos."