Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 603 605. I don’t admit it

Heraldry is a very important subject in the Western aristocracy and national system. A small coat of arms may be filled with complicated bloodlines, kinship, and territorial relationships.

Haxor is the royal steward of Cintra and has served Queen Calanthe with all his heart and soul. In the field of heraldry of Sintra no more expert existed.

Even all royal letters were written by him before.

Therefore, the coat of arms he wrote on this letter and on the appendix at the end of the notebook are all documents that comply with regulations, laws, and traditions. You don't even need to sort it out, you can put it directly into the archives of any country and keep it for archiving.

He had long thought of the widespread reputation and discrimination of demon hunters on the mainland.

He thought about the difficulties that might arise when the witcher crawled out of the dead and brought this notepad to look for the kings.

"Demon hunters cannot be trusted. They are ruthless monsters." "Everyone is dead and they are the only ones alive. Can we still believe the words of people who are just living an ignoble existence?" ’, ‘It’s better to believe in the civilization of the Nilfgaardians than to believe in the demon hunters’ and so on.

And before all this possibility happened, he paved the way for the demon hunters with his careful preparation.

Heraldry is the proof of his identity and knowledge, and now, he handed this proof to the three witchers.

After the letter was read, there was dead silence, no one spoke, no one even breathed loudly.

Then, Lan En carefully folded the letter in his hand and put it back into the big notepad.

"Now, I'm a knight?"

His voice was soft and calm, with no emotion audible.

Lincoln, who finally held back his tears, wiped his face with his sleeves and nodded while choking.

"Yes, Ser Lane. By the will of Queen Calanthe of Cintra, your fiefdom will be here."

"No, there's no need to say these meaningless words again."

Lan En closed the tome with a snap.

This is not a notebook, it is a record of the war from Hacksaw's perspective. A record of what the Nilfgaardian invaders did in this land.

The war record was handed back to Lincoln with his broad palm.

"Hold it, Clerk."

The half-grown boy took it again blankly, but then his expression changed drastically.

The blank expression became sharp and serious. The boy, whose height did not even reach Lan En's chest, looked at the giant with questioning eyes without giving in.

"Sir Lane, what do you want to do?"

Before Lan En could speak, he raised the war record in his hand towards Lan En's face with both hands.

"This is everything for Director Hucksol! It's everything that weighs on the lives of himself, his children, and hundreds of refugees! Just calm down!!!"

A boy with red eyes and an angry roar told a calm-looking giant to calm down.

This scene is very dramatic.

But everyone present, even Dandelion, who was most sensitive to dramatic elements, just lowered their heads and buried their faces in the shadow of the hat.

After shouting, Lincoln hugged the war record tightly in his arms, stooped down, and spoke in a low tone.

"Don't die. Don't die. Our lives are not just our own. We have more important things to do."

".Please, Jazz. Please."

"Yes, conferment! If you must go, I will tear off your canonization! I will tear off your noble status!"

At the end of the sentence, Lincoln held the last page of the canonization in his hand with numb eyes, and threatened Lan En. It was like a drowning man holding on to a life-saving straw.

Crazy and helpless.

Lan En, on the other hand, always looked at the boy quietly.

He should have been in junior high school.

Lan En was thinking inexplicably at this moment.

"Then tear it up."

He spoke calmly, as if he was not talking about a canonization recognized by various countries, but a piece of scrapped draft paper. This indifference that came from the bottom of his heart stunned the crazy boy.

"What the hell."

Before the words 'noble status' could be uttered, the giant in front of the boy shook his head.

"I'm different from you, or you, Lincoln. I don't think there's anything noble or special about this status at all. To me, this piece of paper is not as noble as the words on that letter."

After saying that, under everyone's gaze, Lan En turned around without hesitation and walked towards the direction he came from.

he said as he walked.

"Geralt, take them away and fulfill Haxor's last wish. Don't worry, the Nilfgaardians will not notice you soon."

"Also, don't follow."

He said the last half of the sentence very firmly, leaving no room for negotiation.

"I'm not like you, everyone."

he reiterated.

Along with the violent heartbeat that was almost audible to the ears, wisps of white smoke were escaping from the corners of Lan En's mouth, and a heavy and inexplicable pressure began to spread.

Full of dead branches and leaves, the seemingly dead forest suddenly made a rustling sound.

Some small animals that were still active in winter began to flee away from here in a panic.

"You keep saying 'the military is the greatest violence'."

"All of you think that this sentence is so reasonable, it is simply irrefutable truth. But..."

"I don't accept this common sense."

At the end of leaving, Lan En glanced behind him.

And with just one glance, everyone felt that they had taken a breath.

Those are not cat or snake eyes.

Geralt keenly noticed the difference in feeling, because he had seen such eyes before... on a dragon! ——

Gede also started to pack things, and everyone present knew what he was going to do as soon as they saw the way he was packing.

Not to escape anyway.

"He wouldn't let us follow."

Geralt said softly.

"He named you." Gede calmly adjusted the buckles on his armor and fired back. "He didn't say I couldn't follow, so it's none of my business. That's it."

The corners of Geralt's mouth twitched, and after a while he said: "Fuck you, both of them are like this."

Ever since Geralt came into contact with Lan En, he had always had a vague feeling that this guy was a little different from him.

It's not a physical difference, it's so obvious that you'd be a fool not to notice it. It's a difference in thinking.

Today, this sense of difference has reached its greatest and clearest

I am going to do something that I think is right and must be done, and you are telling me how many people want to stop me and kill me on this inevitable road. Does this have anything to do with me?

It was obviously the Nilfgaardian legion, which swept across the military group of the entire country of Cintra.

But in Lan En's body, he still couldn't see any hesitation caused by this.