Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 552: 553 news of war

Chapter 552: 553 news of war

Chapter 552 553. News of the war

When Lann came to dry land from Black Tern Island in Lake Vizima, he received more attention than he had received before.

The height of two meters and six meters after putting on armor is really a miracle.

But although this kind of gaze was considered normal in Lan En's mind, there was still a strange feeling permeating the witcher's heart.

Is it the atmosphere?

The dark clouds and cold wind in the sky made everything look gloomy, and the villagers of Dark Water walked in a hurry, without their usual laziness or leisureliness.

Their eyes were cautious and sensitive. Even these fishermen who could sit on the dock last time and bargain with Lan En with their armpits in their armpits now only dared to glance at Lan En and then hurriedly buried their heads. Go away.

They are panicking.

Lan En could smell fear in the air.

But the panic did not break out. It was not like a bunch of arrogant bandits were entrenched outside the village, ready to rush in and kill everyone at any time, and then tear off the skirts of their wives and daughters while laughing.

This is the capital of Temeria, a suburb of Vizima, and it is unlikely that this kind of thing would happen.

This kind of fear is more like the feeling of being in an unstable environment, being stuck in a quagmire, unable to escape, or even not knowing where to escape.

Fear is mixed with powerlessness and confusion, as well as a bit of the depression of a broken jar.

Lan En frowned.

This is a familiar feeling.

He once wandered and lived in Velen, and the first time he came to this world was in the mud pit of Temeria.

The people there are filled with this kind of sentiment.

But as the scope of his activities became wider and wider, even extending to other worlds, he gradually forgot this mood and atmosphere.

Now, this kind of chest-suffocating atmosphere is permeating around him again.

It is still a tavern in the village of Dark Water.

Lan walked in with his head lowered, his body casting a huge shadow in the light of the candle.

This made the villagers in the tavern, who were drunk during the day, instinctively shrink back and lower their voices even if they were not clear-headed.

Heres a drink, something stronger.

The bartender raised his head listlessly, and then he was stunned: "Sir?!"

"Yes, it's me." Lan En used his fingers to slightly lift the hood covering his silver hair. "Can we get the vodka served before we chat?"

Although his figure is already very conspicuous, it's better to be able to block him a little.

The wine bottle was brought up, and the bartender held a small wooden cup with a tiger's mouth ring, and looked at Lan En's obviously oversized hands.

After blinking in confusion, he changed to a large wooden cup that ordinary people use to drink beer and poured it for Lan En.

This gentleman is not short of money, so when he pours wine, he doesn't have to wait on these villagers. A little underfill can cause a scolding.

Hold a wine glass in your hand, this is a sign that you have entered the chat mode in the pub.

I think the atmosphere seems to be very tense recently. Do you know whats going on?

Lan En first took a sip of rye vodka, which was obviously superior to the brewing technology of ancient Greece, causing the high alcohol content to explode with steam in his esophagus.

He asked casually on the surface, but the cat eyes under the hood were observing every move of everyone around him.

"As you know, I just came back from a long trip. Everyone's mood makes me confused."

The bartender was obviously stunned for a moment, then he picked up the bottle with a wry smile and added a little more to the glass Lan En had just put down.

Service staff should always have a warm reception tone, otherwise it will be difficult to earn money from picky drunkards. This bartender had the same impression on Lan En before.

Now, his voice was dry and hard.

It's like having to put a handful of sand in your mouth.

.The war has begun, sir.

Lan Ens hand holding the wine glass paused for a moment, barely noticeable. Then he continued to drink as if nothing happened.

Isnt this something that has been known for a long time? Everyone has been rumored for hundreds of years.

Yes, there are rumors but no one knows that southerners are so, so powerful!

How powerful were they? Did they fight any good battles?

The Battle of Manada.

The bartender said almost reflexively, it seemed that he had heard this news many times.

"It's that area south of Cintra, you know, right? The Cintra people brought all their young men who can fight there, and those are Cintra people! Compared with the pirates of the Skellige Islands, who is better? The fierce people of Sintra!

"What's the result? The battle was over in one day! Just one day! The Nilfgaardians wiped out all the Cintra troops! It's not an exaggeration at all. If I tell a lie, the plague will take me away!"

The main force of Sintra was completely wiped out.

When the news reached Lan En's ears, a series of pictures flashed through his mind.

The lively little girl with mouse-grey hair in the forest, the noble but helpless and miserable queen sitting on the swing at sunset, and the milk-white-haired demon hunter who is inseparable from their fate.

The hand holding the wine glass stopped in mid-air. The bartender looked at this scene with confusion and tentatively called out: "Sir?"

So Lan En sighed, drank up the full glass of rye vodka, and slapped ten golden Oren coins on the table.

Thank you for the message, heres money for the drinks and looking after the horses.

With that said, the witcher stood up and turned around to walk out of the tavern.

The bartender wiped his hand on the shiny black rag on his shoulder, then brought the Oren coins on the table to him and dropped them into the open drawer.

The moment the witcher was about to walk out of the tavern, the bartender opened his mouth and called out to him.

"gentlemen!"

At the sound of the wooden door creaking sadly, Lan En just opened a crack. He stood there holding the door, turning his head back in confusion.

Do you have anything else to do?

The bartender took a few deep breaths, then nervously grasped the rag in his palms and stammered.

My, my name is Gatiss, sir!

Lan En was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he didn't seem to know the name of the bartender who had served him many times.

Hello, Gatis.

Out of politeness, Lan greeted him.

But why.

Why should I introduce myself at this time?

I cant tell, sir.

After telling Lan his name, Gatiss seemed to be relieved. He became relaxed and wiped the wine glass with ease.

Same as usual.

I just think the world is going to be in chaos.

He spoke calmly, almost numb.

You are one of the big names I rarely get to see, sir. Maybe. Maybe I just want others to know my name before I die.

Lan En was startled for a moment, and then pursed his lips under the hood.

Perhaps you can introduce it to everyone who comes to your pub for a drink in the future.

Ha, thats a good suggestion, Ill listen to you. Thank you for your suggestion, sir.

Just call me Lan, Gatis. Live a good life.

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