Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1268: 1240The times are progressing

Chapter 1268 1240. Times are progressing

Immediately, after regaining sufficient energy, the sorceress waved her hand slightly, and a portal opened in mid-air, leading to Goss Velen.

Arethusa, to be precise.

"Huh~"

The change in wind pressure caused by the portal quickly subsided, and the sound of the wind also became calm at a very fast speed, and finally there was no movement.

In just a blink of an eye, they stood in an elegant and luxurious room from the island on the lake near Vizima.

This is Arethusa's teleportation room.

Fortunately for Lan En, he was somewhat accustomed to the portal now, and the various hormone levels in his body were under the control of the enhanced organs, so he quickly recovered.

It's just that Flannel Ball and Berengar are still dizzy.

As for Qilin?

As soon as Qilin came back, he asked Lan En to remove its magic saddle, saying that he wanted to run back by himself.

And now there was indeed no emergency, so Lan En just followed its wishes.

"Ugh," the old demon hunter complained, covering his forehead. "Next time. No matter how troublesome it is next time, I won't try to enter the portal conveniently!"

"Meow~"

The flannel ball was also dizzy, lying on its back on the ground, exposing its white garlic-furred belly.

"You have to adapt, Berengar."

Lan En didn't speak. It was Tissaya who said calmly while adjusting her slightly messy lace cuffs.

Supplemented by chaos magic, her physical condition is quickly returning to normal.

"Technology is advancing, and the field of magic is also expanding. This is the progress of the times. You should never be left behind by the times."

"And I gained a lot this time. When I sort out my thoughts and do some experimental verification, maybe the portal will provide a much better experience for ordinary people, and it will eventually become the first choice for people to travel far in the future."

Lan En nodded with interest.

But Berengar was just covering his forehead with an expression on his face that said, "Okay, okay, what do you mean?"

"Yes, the portal has entered thousands of households. I regard this as the slogan for Aretuza's future."

"To open a portal with a fixed base, you have to hire at least an apprentice or a demon hunter, which costs at least a dozen Oren coins. This does not include the construction cost of the fixed-base portal."

"To open a portal out of thin air, a lot of Aretusa graduates can't do it. Only outstanding graduates can do it."

"The people who can invite these people are either wealthy nobles or businessmen in the merchant guild."

"Whenever these people forget about those portal accident cases, you will be able to eliminate the high-end horse-drawn carriage industry."

The old witcher continued to tease the sorceress in a tone that was not malicious but could make people angry.

"Whatever you say, Berengar."

Tishaya, on the other hand, has long been accustomed to strong winds and waves and verbal exchanges. Berengar's words did not cause any change in her expression, which remained as calm as a flat lake.

"But the progress of the times is objective, whether you admit it or not."

"Then I'll just wait quietly for the times to move forward."

Berengar looked like he was listening to what was written in heaven.

He waved his hand, and his waist, which had been slightly bent due to dizziness, straightened up with difficulty.

"You're all making progress, hey! I'm not bad either!"

"This is Luo Xia Palace, right? Okay, I have to go back quickly and sort out the new things I learned!"

After confirming his current location on the first floor of Aretussa towards Tissaya, the old demon hunter pushed open the door of the teleportation room and walked out with ease, his steps revealing anticipation and itchiness.

The processing room equipment of the New World Survey Group is very good, and using a large waterfall as the power source of the forge is also very powerful.

But for Berengar, his own stove is more convenient.

There is actually a big difference in equipment between forging that prefers magic and alchemy and forging that purely uses ridiculously active biological materials.

After the flannel ball also stood up unsteadily, they walked out of the transfer room and walked towards the dean's office on the upper floor.

The apprentices and professors along the way saw Tissaya and Lan En walking together. Although they were a little surprised, they didn't know when they came back.

But this emotion is not too strong.

After all, there are actually many theories circulating in the academy about the cooperative relationship between the young demon hunter, the Duke of Cintra, and the two deans of Aretuza.

But even according to the most "conservative" and "ruly" terms, the personal relationship between them should be very good.

The tower shield, which depicts a pair of lovers meeting and kissing deeply on the battlefield with simple drawings, is still hanging in Aretuza's gallery.

So what confuses the apprentices the most right now is actually this: Which of their deans is Lan En sleeping with? In the order of their love, who came first and who came last?

This question is really annoying.

It attracted a lot of attention along the way, but both Lan En and Tisaya were used to it.

Tissaya, who still had the aura of being the current dean, took the lead as a matter of course.

When she arrived at the door of the dean's office, she knocked twice symbolically, and then pushed the door open without waiting for a response from inside.

Margarita, who was half lying on the cashmere-covered bench, was stunned.

"So." Before Margarita could speak, Tisaya took the lead. "You work in this position, and you expect not to have back pain? You really deserve it."

Margarita remained half-lying on the bench, holding a stack of documents in her hand and shaking them around in boredom. It seemed that she was half-lying down and reading documents.

Tissaya spoke slowly, with no anger or criticism in her tone. She just folded her hands demurely on her belly, then walked around the bench and looked down at Margarita.

But the current dean immediately put away his sloppy posture and put the documents swinging in his hand on the table.

Tissaya also knew that Margarita was used to having fun and usually didn't pay much attention to her. But she still couldn't stand the issue of attitude towards working hours.

Margarita slowly drew her feet back on the bench.

The white, plump and plump soles of the feet that reveal the graceful bones were placed back on the sandals under the chair.

Seeing the excitement, Lan En didn't think it was a big deal. He closed the door, leaned against the door and blew a leisurely whistle.

"Hey~"

Margarita rolled her eyes at him, but deliberately lowered her upper body to face him with her open neckline.

He picked up the sandals with his fingers and put them on his feet.

When Tisaya turned to face her again, she quickly became serious again.

After pretending to organize the documents in her hands and put them on the table, Margarita finally got out of the 'working state' in Tisaya's eyes and relaxed.

"I thought you were going to be busy there for a long time." Margarita casually scratched her blond hair, "The monster's body is so big and has a curse on it, so you finished it so quickly?"

A beautiful woman has her own temperament, and her lazy movements would not look good if others did it.

"The nature of that world is unexpectedly powerful, and there is no chaotic magic power. It is very easy to dispose of the corpse."

Tisaya looked at her student's still lazy movements and shook her head silently.

While explaining, he went to the wine cabinet next to the office and took out a few glasses, poured them into them, and handed them over.

Margarita took the goblet of wine, but she raised her eyebrows and looked a little surprised.

"There are three cups in your hand. You didn't use the levitation technique?"

“That’s one of the rewards of traveling across the world.”

"What's gained?" Margarita asked with interest, "What's gained that allows you to accept the act of holding three cups with two hands without any magic and no sense of symmetry?"

"Yes." Tissaya said decisively, "It's a huge gain. Maybe I will reveal some to you after I clear my mind."

"Maybe I will also write to Ben Ad Academy and tell Gdymitis about it. I can't study this matter alone."

When Margarita heard that she wanted to send a message to the oldest and most powerful warlock in mankind, she raised her eyebrows and confirmed that Tissaya was serious.

"That's quite a discovery."

The current dean took a sip of the red wine in his glass and said.

"You can talk about you warlocks later." Lan En said teasingly, then took two steps forward, pulled the guest's chair from the desk, and sat next to the bench.

After thanking him, he also took the wine glass from Tissaya's hand. Then he asked Margarita seriously.

"Did anything unexpected happen after we left?"

"Wait a minute, I'm calling someone over." Margarita rested her elbows on the armrests of the bench, put her fingers on her temples, and her eyes were slightly distracted.

This is the state of telepathy that warlocks send out.

After the telepathy, Margarita's eyes refocused and she glanced up and down at her lover.

"By the way, the new armor is very beautiful. It suits you very well. It gives you a savage feeling."

Margarita said with a confused smile.

Her fingers unconsciously and lightly traced [Smaug], from bottom to top, along the arm, trying to slide down to the perfect side face.

But then, the wine glass in her other hand sank.

Turning around, she saw Tissaya adding wine to her glass.

"Can't you stop being so impatient?"

Tissaya asked, tilting her head.

"I can't help it, I can't help being around him."

Margarita said openly.

Only Lan En sat beside him, shaking his head while talking.

"Bang bang."

Two regular knocks on the door sounded at the right time, followed by the kind of report that only occurs in military camps.

"Secretary of the [Ember] Order, Lincoln Daventon."

Margarita didn't say anything, she just raised her glass in Lan En's direction.

It means that only he can respond here.

"Come in."

Lan En shouted, and then the door opened. The young man who had already put on a tight embroidered jacket, breeches and riding boots walked straight in.

(End of chapter)