Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1436: 1408 Rebellion

Chapter 1436 1408. Rebellion

Just now, relying on surprise attacks and magic-blocking gold equipment, a few people worked together to deal with an archmage's Redanian soldiers.

Now it's almost like a gust of wind blowing down the creeping wheat.

Dijkstra's face was still facing Geralt, and that sudden change happened right next to him.

The soldiers wearing full armor were like rag dolls, flying past him with the sound of wind, and crashed into the wall of the luxurious corridor of Arethusa.

The collision between the armor parts of the body and the wall produced a noisy sound of "dinging, banging, banging", as well as the muffled hum of humans.

Because the distance was so short, Dijkstra couldn't even tell how many people were flying past him.

Geralt looked around, moved away from Dijkstra, and moved out of the way.

Now the spymaster has nothing but walls in front of him.

The heavy footsteps behind him were approaching.

The oppressive feeling was like stepping on Dijkstra's heart.

"." Dijkstra sighed and shook his head, then turned around, "Philippa said that you should be dismissed tonight. But obviously, she was wrong."

Lan En, who had already put on [Smaug], the solid and thick armor, and his own body, stood in front of Dijkstra like a terrifying golem.

Cat eyes that shone slightly in the darkness looked down at him.

At this time, the spy chief truly felt what it felt like to have this legendary figure standing in front of him, who was no longer in a leisurely state but began to tense up.

The soldiers who were knocked away by the muffled sound were not dead, or even seriously injured, but they were huddled in the corner, looking behind them with panic-stricken eyes like rabbits.

When Vizmir asked him to come to assist Philippa, he specifically asked him not to bring those soldiers who had participated in the Battle of Sodden Mountain.

At the time, he was so funny that he thought it was just making a fuss out of a molehill.

Now, who’s funny?

Dijkstra was thinking in confusion now.

"I didn't do anything cruel to you." Lan En looked down at him calmly, "It's because you seemed to be really just arresting people just now, and had no intention of killing people in the chaos."

"Now, it's time, Dijkstra."

"Your action has already begun, and there is no turning back. So tell me, are you really just clearing out the factions among wizards that are friendly to Nilfgaard in the south?"

"Think before you answer, Dijkstra."

"Because I want to remind you, first of all, this is Arethusa, which symbolizes the power and status of the wizards. Generally speaking, when the king comes here, he is only qualified to live in the Losha Palace on the bottom floor. And you are here Everyone started taking action."

The young demon hunter tilted his head, and just this expressionless movement made the spy chief's heart beat three points faster.

"There are a lot of people who want to cause trouble for me tonight, so I won't be very patient in dealing with them, can you understand?"

"I completely understand." Dijkstra opened his mouth with difficulty, "My lord."

"But I want to correct one thing: those wizards are not the so-called 'Southern Friendly Faction', they are out-and-out traitors, and we will see the evidence soon!"

The spy leader lifted the soldier up and hit him at his feet. The soldier, who was gasping for air due to the impact on his lungs, answered cautiously.

"In other words, you still have no evidence."

"The position, as well as the interpersonal relationships." Dijkstra said calmly, "Enough traces can be seen before the evidence is obtained. Now is an extraordinary moment. You must do things first, and then talk about the evidence."

For a spy chief who was engaged in intelligence work, Lan En truly believed that he was capable of this level.

But having this level does not mean that what Tisaya and the others are worried about does not exist: without evidence, who does he say is a traitor? Isn’t this how we all purge dissidents? Philippa Earhart didn't have that great of a reputation.

"Why didn't you communicate with me beforehand?"

This remains the biggest problem.

If this group of people is really just planning for the war between the north and the south that is about to intensify again, they must first carry out internal purges.

Then there is no reason to ignore Lan En and not inform him!

His conflict with the Nilfgaard Empire is well known, and there is absolutely no possibility of peace.

"I have this idea, but Philippa said she can keep you busy tonight. By the time you come back from your errands, we will be done here."

Dijkstra seems to be a bit honest now.

"At the risk of irritating me, just this sentence is unclear and does not explain any plans?"

Lan En still remained skeptical.

But he remained skeptical, as did others.

Dijkstra took a deep breath and looked at Lan.

The small eyes on that fleshy face were looking at him critically.

"Because. With all due respect, you can't be trusted either, my lord."

"These are not the same times as before, 'Be informed, the age of sword and ax is near, the age of contempt has come'."

"In these days, who trusts who? As long as you can invade the north, let alone destroying Nilfgaard's tens of thousands of troops, what if you do it in front of Emhyr's mother? He can't wait to kill him Send his lover to your bed together!"

"In these days, everything has a price. So what if Emhyr once destroyed Cintra? There are no Cintra people among these warlocks?"

"What's their status in the north? What's their status in the south?"

"Isn't it the same? As long as the money is in place and benefits are promised, they can forget what the north has given them and rush south to flatter Emhyr? People call this 'people go higher and water flows lower' ah."

Finally, the spy of Vizmir looked at Lan En coldly: "You think you and Nilfgaard have already made their hostility clear, but it's hard to say that. Who knows what you are like in private?"

"What if, I mean what if the price Emhyr offers you is enough to erase the conflicts and feuds between you two?"

trust.

One of the rarest things in the world is that some people can even cut out their own hearts and stomachs, but they still can't win the trust of others.

Because people tend to believe what they want to believe. Just like Dijkstra now.

He feels that most people have a price tag, and as long as someone can afford it, there is nothing that cannot be negotiated. So he felt that Lan En was also such a person.

But what he didn't know, or didn't believe, was that there were some people and things that really couldn't be discussed.

Lan En, who had been listening to his answer silently, suddenly sighed.

"So there are always people like you reminding me of where I am now, Dijkstra."

The young demon hunter had an imperceptible loneliness in his tone.

But Dijkstra breathed a sigh of relief. From these words, he could not quite hear the murderous intention.

Lann was still angry and dissatisfied with their actions in Aretuosa, but if the purpose of their actions was indeed as pure as he claimed, then at least the lesson Lann taught him would not have started at such a critical time.

Coup, rebellion. The key is to seize the time! Catch your opponent off guard!

"Geralt, get out of here."

Lan En tilted his head to the side at his old friend.

"It will be chaotic tonight, so stay with Yennefer. Ciri Tisaya needs her help. She should be heading to Gastang Palace now, so don't worry."

Geralt was now fully aware of what was going to happen tonight, and he walked directly towards the way he came from without stopping.

And Dijkstra, who was passed by him, no longer looked at him.

"Yennefer and I are not worried, let's go to Gastang Palace too."

Geralt said as he hurried away without looking back.

Lan En turned around and looked at the spy chief with a humble expression.

"Put away that fake and ridiculous expression. From now on, you must stay with me. I will supervise your every move."

"I hope you can do the same thing as before, only arrest, not more violent actions, do you understand?"

At this point, Lan En couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

"Damn it! I obviously wouldn't object to what you are doing! But you just kept it a secret, and now it's like this!"

Dijkstra put away that expression. Although he still deliberately kept a few meters away from Lan because of his heart palpitations, he still doubted the witcher.

And he also knew that the witcher still doubted him. The complaint just now might even be a test.

Knowing who is the enemy and who is the friend has always been a difficult problem.

Only strong power has limited effect. The drama of a brainless strong man being coaxed and tricked into turning around and killing his allies, not to mention young people of the new era like Lan En who are interested in history.

Even Dijkstra can recount many examples that happened in the history of this magical Middle Ages in one breath.

The Redanian soldiers, who were not seriously injured, followed Dijkstra, like wilted radish seedlings under Lan En's supervision.

There is no trace of the boldness and proficiency with which he had just raided and subdued an archmage in twos and threes.

They walked for a while and arrived at a crossroads where corridors met. The magic candlelight here was also extinguished, leaving only the cold light of the magic light ball, illuminating the gorgeous vaults and walls.

The place was full of Redanians and wizards. Redcliffe from the Supreme Council of Warlocks and Sabina were all there at this time, and they had also changed out of their party attire and were wearing gray plainclothes.

It seems that they use their clothes to distinguish themselves from enemies.

By the time Lan En saw a group of Redanian soldiers approaching, it looked like there had been a quarrel here.

Tisaya also changed out of her cumbersome dress into a daily skirt. She was glaring at Philipba with her chest rising and falling violently.

"We will go to the Gastang Palace, Teacher Tisaya." Philippa's face was cold and hard, but she still did not mean that she was lacking in confidence at all. She was simply speaking righteously, "Everyone, including the traitors we arrested, including Vigo Foltz will go.”

"We did the right thing and we will prove it right in front of everyone at the Palais Garstang!"

"Kyra, find Dorregaray and Kaduin, and bring them to Gastang Palace. We will let Essein of Sidaris and Istrad of Kovir know about our actions. and results, so as to gain more support in future wars.”

"You said you did the right thing?" Tissaya said with a hint of sarcasm, "You mean you took advantage of the summit to gather together for you to arrest people?"

"To what extent have you trampled on the political rights and independent status of the magicians of the Association of Talents and Skills and the Supreme Council of Magicians just today?!"

"Take the king's lackeys to arrest people in Aretusari. Do you know what you are doing?!"

"I know," Philippa replied firmly, "but I won't back down."

At this moment, the figures of Dijkstra and Lan came out of the shadows in the distance.

Among the warlocks present, those wearing dusty clothes immediately jumped up as if their hair had exploded.

But other warlocks who didn't seem to be participants, but just witnesses who were called, saw Lan En, who felt oppressed even when passing by in full armor, but they were only a little nervous subconsciously and had no further reaction.

Among the many warlocks, Philippa's expression was the most serious and obvious.

"You seem to think I should be busy tonight?"

Lan En said calmly as he approached Tisaya.

"I" Philippa's lips twitched in confusion, "I did arrange a little trouble for you, but I promise, those things are just trouble."

"But since you're still here, and you didn't kill our dear Dijkstra, I think you can be trusted, Lan. Okay, Dijkstra, take your men and evacuate Aretuosa, here. They are no longer needed."

Just now, Tissaya angrily scolded Philipba for summoning the king's lackeys to walk in Arethusa, but Philipba did not give in.

But now, just by turning her head, the sorceress immediately sent away the group of Redanian soldiers.

But Lan frowned and looked at Philippa Earhart, as if he wanted to see the slightest bit of something wrong on her face.

"Only for trouble?" the witcher suddenly asked, "Are you serious, Philippa?"