Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 85 85 Silver Hair

Chapter 85 85.Silver Hair

Early the next morning, Lan En and Aaliya checked out of the Yinlu Tavern room.

The two orens he paid earlier were enough to cover the extra cleaning costs for the bed, so he didn't pay any more.

At the check-out counter, Lan sent Aria to get Poppy out first, while he seemed to have accidentally mentioned it to the bartender who was paying the bill.

"Are you the only one working here?"

"Yes sir, the bartender's job is not busy. He also needs to be able to keep accounts and do math, so I am the only one here. I have been working here for more than ten years."

This middle-aged man with a towel on his shoulders is nothing like the "bartender" last night.

Even when he first came to Yinlu Tavern, the person he saw was not him.

In other words, the moment he first set foot on Gos Velen, the "thing" calling himself Gaunt O'Dem was already waiting here.

What a headache.

Lan En didn't feel honored to be targeted by that "thing" that could observe the future and modify reality.

Especially when that "thing" seems to have a bad-tempered personality.

The witcher said nothing more to the bartender.

He turned around and walked out of the tavern, took Poppy, who was dragged by Aria, and walked out.

The much deflated alchemy leather bag swayed on the horse's butt. Lan En climbed onto the horse and dragged Arya behind him.

He leaned down on the horse and touched the bridge of Popper's nose. He shook his head and snorted with moisture.

It seems that it had a good rest last night.

"Sir, your hair?"

Behind Lan En, Aaliya reminded him softly, slightly worried.

From the little girl's perspective, after one night, the knight she was following had turned a lot of white at the root of her hair.

Although this kind of whiteness is similar to molten silver, shining with luster.

Rather than the grayness of aging.

But such a big change occurred overnight. The mysterious alchemy last night couldn't be the kind that burns life, right?

In Aria's hometown, rumors about magic and alchemy always come with a heavy price.

This made her worried.

"No, don't worry." Lan En put on his hood as if nothing had happened.

"Last night's alchemy was successful, and this is one of the manifestations of success."

In fact, in the rough memory obtained by Lan En, individuals transplanted with the same type of gene seeds will show different degrees of convergence.

And the gene seed called "Emperor's Son" in his chest seems to have a high probability of turning the transplant recipient into a handsome silver-haired man.

It's just about appearance, and it's a change for the better that improves appearance.

Lan quickly accepted this.

After all, which man would refuse to become handsome and fierce?

It's impossible, okay!

The strong mare slowly picked up speed from the trot until she was galloping on the deserted street in the early morning.

The experience of talking to an unknown "thing" last night didn't seem to be able to shake Lan En's will at all.

Let alone an unknown "thing", God wants to play with you, so why should you just stand there and not resist?

Lan En is not such a person.

If the opponent is too high for him, it is like "a tiger biting the sky, with nowhere to start."

Then he will also do his own thing step by step.

Since you can't interfere with your opponent, you can ensure your own smooth progress.

And first of all, whether it is tempering and adapting to his current combat power, or completing the employment mission with Aretuza Academy.

Or maybe it's just to express your disgust and anger towards the slave trade and cannibalism.

He needs to go to Vizima.

——Then kill the head eater and his buyer!

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The capital of Temeria, Vizima.

In a gorgeous house located in the trade area, the head-eater, Urbank, was sitting in a row of waiting seats outside the study with a nervous expression.

In this huge mansion, soldiers wearing military armor patrolled back and forth from time to time.

Their armor configuration is similar to Temerian standard armor, which is a simple composite armor.

However, there is no white lily emblem printed on the outer blouse. Instead, it is plain black.

At various entrances, exits and corners of the manor, there were tall warriors wearing shiny plate armor guarding their faces, even their faces protected by visors.

This kind of warrior with full plate armor, even if he is surrounded by a group of people on the battlefield, he will have to beat him for a while to kill the warrior inside.

Warriors who can move freely while wearing this kind of armor are more likely to take advantage of this period to swing their weapons, dance like a windmill, and cause a bloody storm.

To put it simply, one armored soldier is enough to kill five unarmored warriors.

But soldiers in armor were also targets of massacre in front of soldiers in full plate armor.

Urbank sat here and looked around. All he could see was the closed study door and the corner of the corridor.

But just sitting there for a moment and watching the soldiers passing by at the corner of the corridor was enough to massacre the camp he worked so hard to run in Willen.

And he also knew clearly that this manor was huge and deep, and there were definitely more guards than he saw.

Even regardless of the power represented by these guards, the entire area of ​​this manor in the trading area is enough to indicate the prominent status of its owner.

Vizima is not only the capital of Temeria, it is also a central place where roads meet.

We will not discuss the old Vizima City area, which is still slightly scary because of the old events, nor the Temple District, a worthless gathering place for poor people and criminals, but only the most important trade area.

The city was crowded with merchants and goods coming from the rivers and land routes.

Bureaucrats who wield power and desire security and convenience fill the gaps in the trade zone.

It is rumored that when Foltest moved the palace due to the "Vampire Bird Incident", he had to make concessions in the palace area because of the prosperous trade and the persuasion of the bureaucracy.

Urbank was thinking aimlessly when the study door suddenly opened.

Expensive workmanship means that even though this door is thick and strong, it still makes no noise.

The warlock, Safra, is still dressed in light leather armor and a scarf covering the bridge of his nose.

He frowned and walked out of the study, apparently not very satisfied with the conversation just now.

Above the scarf, cold eyes swept over Urbank like a poisonous snake.

This tall and strong man from the Skellige Islands laughed like a little chicken and shrank his body.

"It's your turn, head-eater, huh."

As if he was particularly disdainful of this nickname, Safra sneered.

"I wish you good luck, and I hope the adults can listen to your explanation. Anyway, because of this mistake, I have to be busy for a while."

After saying that, the bald and turbaned warlock walked away.

Urbank stood up and watched him leave with a doggy smile.

Then he walked towards the study door.

After the door was closed, Urbank's humble smile towards Safra suddenly disappeared.

"My lord, he is gone."

In the study, a well-dressed middle-aged man was playing with a small carriage model.

"How's his expression?"

"very ugly."

"That's good."

After getting the answer, the middle-aged man nodded.

"As a warlock, Safra is very capable and has great desires, but I can satisfy him even if he is twice as big. But I can't just let him get what he wants."

"Power and money have to go through twists and turns before they become more precious. When I use them, they will become more comfortable."

"But you are different, Urban."

When the head-eater heard the discussion about him, he bowed his head humbly and remained silent.

"You don't have the skills of a warlock as a capital, so you come with nothing. So I will give you whatever I can, because you are in a hurry. Moreover, your brains and your skills often make me feel that I am getting something for you. Worth it. But this time”

The decent middle-aged man put down the carriage model in his hand and looked up.

Head-eaters hang their heads even lower.

"Give me an explanation, Urbank."

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