Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 557 558. Geralt Geralt

What Berengar said did not surprise Lann, because when Ged was still here, Lann gave Ged a letter to Geralt in front of Berengar, and entrusted him to deliver it.

However, when the news of this letter came out from Berengar's mouth, Lan En was not happy at all.

The young man's eyes narrowed slightly, and an unpleasant premonition began to echo in his heart.

If Geralt had received the letter and taken Ciri away from Cintra before the war began, everyone would have been happy.

But Berengar says this now.

"Do you have news?"

"Not good news."

Berengar exhaled a puff of smoke and said without looking back.

"Ged met the boy from the Wolf School named Geralt. According to what he said in his letter, the place where they met was in Verden, very close to Cintra."

"Your letter undoubtedly convinced Geralt. Then Gerd thought that the distance was not too far, so he simply followed him all the way to pick up the child of destiny, and then"

Berengar's words ended here and were not continued.

Lan En blinked blankly after hearing this: "You don't want to tell me that the two of them entered Sintra at exactly the same time."

"The Nilfgaardian invasion has begun." Berengar said simply, taking a deep breath from his pipe with a heavy face. "They were both stuck in that cesspool of war."

The young man was stunned for a while, then slapped himself on the forehead and let out a long sigh.

"Snapped!"

".What the fuck?!"

But after the crazy swearing, Lan En quickly forced himself to calm down.

If it were before, he was just worried about Ciri, so even though he didn't know what the Nilfgaardian army and policies were like, he was ready to take a trip.

This trip was more of a try-your-best mentality.

But now Geralt and Gerd are his friends, and his two friends are trapped in the quagmire of the war because of a letter of his.

The meaning of this trip to Cintra has now undergone tremendous changes in Lan En's heart.

He considers himself responsible for these two friends.

Opening those amber cat eyes again, the young man's eyes were no longer free and easy, but at the same time there was no surprise and surprise. There was only determination.

"It seems you've made your decision."

Berengar witnessed Lan En's change of mentality from the side, and his long face grinned.

Lan En is such a person, he knows it in his heart.

He will care about his friends and help them wholeheartedly. And if those friends get into trouble because of him, he feels it's his responsibility to get them out of trouble.

Just like Lan En couldn't understand why Margarita, who usually lived a luxurious and luxurious life, was so responsible for Aretuza's apprentices.

Berengar also didn't understand where a bear cub who was supposed to be ruthless, both mentally and physically, could have such sense of responsibility and enthusiasm for his friends.

Even if the target were to be enlarged to include all demon hunters, Berengar did not think there would be many such people.

But when faced with a monster hunter like Lan En, he had to say that he couldn't dislike him at all.

"Even if it's for those two idiots, I won't bother you if I don't go this time."

The young man insulted Gerd and Geralt unceremoniously, but Berengar just wanted to laugh.

"Then get ready and let's set off as soon as possible."

As he spoke, the master blacksmith among the witchers drew four swords from under his workbench.

Two silver swords, two steel swords.

Two have the weighted ball carved into the shape of a wolf's head, and two have the head of a roaring bear.

Lan En's former sword had been in Berengar's hands for a long time. He had already found out the blueprints for the steel and silver swords of the Advanced Bear School.

The sword has a graceful and capable shape, a handle wrapped with leather strips, and a scabbard wrapped in fish skin. A good sword from the hands of a master blacksmith is absolutely qualified even if it is placed on an art exhibition stand.

There was a sweet sword cry, and the steel sword of the Advanced Bear School was unsheathed in Berengar's hand.

The sword blade was not a traditional smooth blade, but had a water-wave-like texture, and the black texture looked like black smoke.

"The double swords of the bear and wolf schools are made of Valyrian steel. It took me four days to figure out how to plate the Valyrian steel sword core with silver."

Berengar stroked the blade of his sword proudly, and carried all four swords on his back, as if he couldn't wait to set off.

But Lan En was sitting there at this time, his eyes moved upward, looking at him with an expression like dead fish eyes.

"I said, you don't want to go with me, right?"

"if not?"

Berengar glared at Lan En as if he were a fool.

"I told you the news, and then you decided to go to the war center for a walk. It was as if I pushed you to go."

"You can't accept that Gerd and Geralt are trapped in the war because of a letter from you. Then do you think I can accept you going to the center of the war alone because of a message from me?"

"Lan En, who do you think I am?"

The young man said calmly: "I regard you as a friend who finally found a stable retirement life."

"You helped me earn this retirement life."

Berengar crossed his arms and looked straight at Lan En who was sitting there. He was so rude that even though he was saying thank you, it was as if he was about to choke and fight.

It was clear that he had to go along.

But just when the atmosphere gradually became more and more unfriendly, Lan En and Berengar looked at each other and suddenly said something.

"How many can you handle?"

"What?"

"How many ordinary Nilfgaardian soldiers can you deal with? Full armor with crossbow, plus sword, shield or axe."

Berengar's originally menacing long face suddenly froze.

Lan En's output has not stopped yet.

"If I remember correctly." Lan En deliberately prolonged his voice at the end and looked at the old demon hunter with a subtle look.

"A certain person was once attacked by several crossbows, and was destroyed after just one encounter?"

"They were a sneak attack"

The old witcher was choked by this topic. He murmured back, obviously he didn't have the confidence. In the end, all I could say was, "How can we count the sneak attack as a loss?"

"If 'sneak attack' is regarded as an offensive advantage, then in Cintra, think about it and know that the Nilfgaardians have a much greater advantage than this one."

At this time, Lan En no longer teased, but gave rational persuasion.

"They have a numerical advantage. Their weapons cover long, medium and close ranges. They even have heavy armored cavalry, siege equipment, and mage assistance. Compared with these things, can sneak attacks be considered an advantage? You are confident that you can handle it. Come?"

At the end of the sentence, Lan reached out and held Berengar's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, man. But be sensible and stop fighting for retired people."

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