Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1384: 1356‘Mad Dog’

Chapter 1384 1356. ‘Mad Dog’

'It's a pity that neither Aunt Nannik nor Yennefer let me carry a sword with me. They didn't quarrel on this point. They say: Any fool can swing a sword, but if you really want to be powerful enough, you have to be smart.'

'Geralt, you promised me you would come, come on. ’

‘—Your Ciri. ’

'And: Come on. You said you could still find Lan En to come with you, right? Let’s all come together! ’

'Furthermore: Aunt Nannike asked me to write at the end, praising the great Melitelli, and may her blessings and favors be with you always. ’

Unknowingly, Lan En originally planned to just scan it briefly, but he was indeed able to remember all the letters clearly with just one scan.

His reading slowed down a lot.

The fingers wearing hard and ferocious hand armor delicately and gently lifted the letter paper and turned to the next page.

The teasing smile on the corner of his mouth, which was originally like watching a good show, became gentle and peaceful.

"He made reckless mistakes, lost everything, and finally tried to make up for it."

After reading the letters as quickly as an ordinary person, Lan put the letters back into the envelope and handed them to Geralt.

He said while smiling.

"It seems that Ciri is in good health now. Both physically and mentally."

"Of course." Geralt put away Ciri's letter and put it in his chest pocket. "I am very grateful to Nannick and Yennefer. Without their help, we would not be able to teach a girl well."

"Then I can't understand your sad face now." Berengar asked, scratching his chin. "Everything is fine Ciri."

"But you have been staying here for several days, and you don't go out to work, as if you want to stay here."

Lan En was also holding the wine glass at this time, looking at Geralt, waiting for him to give an answer.

And Geralt of Rivia, the witcher who was famous for the poems of the great poet Dandelion, had his lips murmuring.

"Ciri is fine, eating well, growing well, and learning new things. That's all good. But..."

Geralt's face, which had softened and remained calm due to Ciri's letter, began to become cold and hard again in his words.

"Someone's checking on her."

After Geralt's voice fell, there was a long silence, with only the sound of blacksmithing outside the office door as the background sound, which was monotonous and noisy.

".ah."

After the silence, there was a sudden realization sound like a murmur in a dream.

"Someone's checking on her."

Lan En calmly repeated the words that had just come out of Geralt's mouth.

There's only one difference.

—Although it was unintentional, it still made the temperature in the entire office feel as if it had suddenly dropped.

"Who's investigating her?"

The young witcher asked calmly.

"A character named Riens." Geralt took a sip from his wine glass and spoke softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing something scary.

"A guy who leaves a lot of corpses wherever he goes, who blackmails, bribes, tortures, and then silences without any hesitation or scruple."

"When I sent Ciri away from Kaer Morhen and learned to integrate into society, I hid Ciri and asked her to hide in the Meliteli Temple in Elland, just like a peasant girl studying in the temple. ”

"Then I also hid. It's easy for a demon hunter with no fixed address to disappear or move."

"I think maybe it's because I hid both of us, even well, that someone would let this mad dog out. Use a mad dog's method to find people."

"I didn't know this person existed at first and I didn't know anyone was checking on us."

Geralt said with downcast eyes.

"It was Dandelion who sent me a secret letter. He was almost caught by that Riens. It can be expected that he was tortured to death immediately."

"Fortunately, Yennefer came to him at that time and was able to save Dandelion."

"Then I realized it had come to this."

Lan En's fingers gently rubbed against the edge of the wine glass in his hand. The gauntlet made of the bones of an evil dragon crossed the curved mouth of the glass, causing a trembling sound in the glass that made people feel chilly.

Geralt only recently learned that someone was checking on him and Ciri.

This was already a quick response.

If not for Dandelion.

If an intelligence network, or a single investigator like Reigns, wants to investigate a person, all he has to do is follow the traces of his life.

By the time this investigation, eroded along the web of interpersonal communication and social relations, has surrounded the target person, it’s as if the target is naked and has no secrets. Most people don't feel it at all.

There is no need to have any contact with the target person at all.

Enough clues will become 'data', and with enough data, most of the 'truth' can be pieced together.

The person involved didn't even matter, and they were completely unaware of the whole process.

"But you even know that bastard's name already!"

Berengar said coldly, and the wine glass he was holding was already placed on the table. "Just go over and kill him! Find him, then kill him, and it will be over!"

"Don't be so hot-headed, Berengar." Geralt hadn't spoken yet, but Lan said calmly to the old demon hunter.

"Geralt and Ciri are in hiding right now. The more they do it, the more clues they leave."

"How did he know that he was being investigated? Who told him? From which line did the information flow? Whose messenger was used?"

Lan En looked at Berengar.

"Just Geralt's reaction of wanting to 'reverse investigate' is enough to reveal a lot of things?"

"and"

As he spoke, Lan En was deep in thought.

His fingertips tapped lightly on the wine glass in his hand, [Smaug]'s gauntlets, the ends of the knuckles were basically claws.

The collision of sharp fingers with the glass made a crisp sound.

Lan En's mind, which had been relaxed because he returned to the Magical Middle Ages and Arethusa, became tense again under Geralt's news just now.

And it runs quickly!

"Oh, there are more than one group of people."

The young demon hunter, who was deep in thought, suddenly let out a cold chuckle, and said words that made both Geralt and Berengar stunned.

"You just said that on a route that you and Ciri came into contact with after coming out of Kaer Morhen, many people were approached by Riens. Right, White Wolf?"

Lan En rubbed his chin and asked without turning his head.

Geralt nodded heavily: "He is a mad dog. Even the toll collector on the ferry wanted to torture him and silence him."

"From the northeastern corner of Kaedwen, where Kaer Morhen is located, all the way to Elland in Temeria. At least you have to go through Kaedwen, Redania or Aedirn, and finally reach Temeria. Which way did you go?"

"Passing Redania."

With a "pop" sound, Lan put the wine glass on Berengar's table: "That is the national border involving three countries."

"An extremely vicious, unscrupulous and unscrupulous murderer who didn't even dispose of the tortured corpses and just followed the traces to investigate the borders of three northern kingdoms?"

"He even killed the ferry toll collector. Do you think the royal government there doesn't know?"

"Wait! You mean..." Geralt's eyes flashed with clarity at first, but then his tone became deeper and colder, and he did not finish his words.

"Redania's intelligence department has a long history and outstanding achievements." Lan En said with a half-smile. "The intelligence chief of Temeria is named Taller. I know him too. He is not a fool."

"Then they don't even know that there is such a mad dog running rampant in their territory and biting everyone they see?"

The young demon hunter smiled and clapped his hands: "How fresh!"

After clapping, the half-smiling expression on Lan En's face completely calmed down.

"Actually, who really doesn't know? They are all waiting for that mad dog to bite you out before they are ready to take action."

"Or think about it deeper, when we brought Ciri out of Cintra, no one said that she was the princess of Cintra, that is, she was a dirty child. Everyone in the market thought that the Cintra royal family was massacring the city. He died in the war."

"Of course, based on your involvement with Ciri [Destiny's Child], Dandelion has written a poem about it. The fact that you brought a gray-haired little girl with you, anyone with a discerning eye will probably know who the little girl is at a glance."

"But the question is, who does Riens belong to? He is unknown, and now he suddenly pops up, how can he be a 'sighted person'? How can he be sure that the child you are bringing is Ciri?"

Lan En's sharp thinking is like a sharp knife that analyzes problems, cutting a messy and clueless situation into clear order.

And showed it to Geralt and Berengar.

"Those intelligence chiefs must also be curious about this. If they let Riens go on a rampage, they are probably waiting to dig out the person behind him at the end!"

Berengar frowned.

He is not as quick-thinking as Lan En, and he has undergone systematic learning and thinking training, and he does not have so many cases and insights analyzed in history books.

Not even like Geralt.

As a well-known demon hunter, Geralt has been involved in many messy affairs in the palace. Many conspirators in the palace hope to have a sharp 'sword' that they can use when convenient.

And Geralt is always mistaken for being able to play this kind of role.

Berengar has rich experience in blacksmithing and civilian life, but he really has not had much exposure to this kind of thing.

For things like experience, just living a long life is useless. You must have experience or education to accumulate.

So his reaction was simple: "That Riens can do magic, can't it be that ordinary people can't stop him?"

Lan En sighed helplessly and looked at the old demon hunter like he was looking at an innocent donkey.

"My teacher, a master witcher of the Bear School."

Lan En said, tapping his chest.

"At first, he was chased dizzy by a four-man law enforcement team. Later, with my cooperation, he died directly."

"That's a master demon hunter of the Bear School who can wear heavy armor at any time."

"Does Riens have the ability to wear chainmail at any time of the day?"

"A few people armed with crossbows were ambushing the roadside in advance. If the Archmage was not prepared, he would be killed! His magic skills are of no use!"