Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 786: 768 dramatic

Chapter 786: 768 dramatic

Chapter 786 768. Dramatic

Finally, Lan En used the excuse of "temporary truce" to pick up the flannel ball, who was packing his little bundle alone in the secret stronghold during dinner.

The kitten looked around and lay on Lan En's shoulder as he walked into Arethusa College.

Flannel Ball has lived in the New World since he was a child. The most people have visited it, and the most decorative places are just star strongholds.

However, the star stronghold built with practicality and the rugged style of the hunters cannot compare with the sorcerers' academies in terms of refinement, luxury, comfort, etc.

The highest institutions of learning built by this group of people with high social status, high economic income, and prevalent hedonism are definitely second to none in terms of extravagance and luxury.

The flannel ball shrank his head a little timidly as he looked at it.

When Lan En chose a deserted corridor and walked to the dinner room, the kitten became even more nervous.

On the long table in the room, exquisite gold and silver tableware were shining in the ambiguous candlelight.

Even the relief carvings on the mahogany chairs are so exquisite that they depict the characters beards.

After letting the flannel ball relax, Lan En sat upright and looked at the other side of the dining table.

The food on the plate is even more exquisitely presented, something I have never seen before when eating and drinking in the New World.

But Lan sat down next to it, reached out and patted its little head.

Dont be intimidated, these things are just fun to look at.

The valuable things they have are just different, there is nothing to be embarrassed about.

If a herbivorous dragon, which can be seen everywhere in the New World, were brought here, it would basically cost more than this room.

The flannel ball was placed on a small chair by Lan En, and it couldn't help but "meow" in a low voice.

It tastes like, no. It feels so bland, meow?

That voice has the charm of a mature woman, but also has the liveliness of a girl.

The main dish was braised sea conger eel. Lan En served a bowl to the flannel ball. The kitten tentatively stuck out its tongue and licked it, then looked puzzled.

Lan En said with an indifferent smile.

Flannel Ball nodded thoughtfully: "Then I understand, meow."

Triss Merigold, sitting opposite Lann.

The kitten has always been ambitious, so he threw away the nervousness he felt when he first arrived, and started eating and drinking as relaxedly as he did in the new world.

The embarrassment she felt before Lan En left last time has disappeared without a trace.

So it stands to reason that the dusty carriages in the Star Stronghold that use a lot of monster materials are regarded as luxury goods by the people here.

The chef has mastered the taste very well, but the vitality of this sea fish is not as good as a special shiitake mushroom from the ancient forest, so your body will feel bland.

Youll know after you try it.

Thanks to you for sending me here in time, and to the new technology you developed.

You seem to be recovering well?

"That's it." Lan En shrugged and put an arm on the back of the chair and said casually.

The skin that was burned over a large area has been perfectly repaired during skin grafting surgery.

Because the crystal culture technology uses her own somatic cells, the cultured skin does not even have a rejection reaction.

Magical elixirs and techniques ensured that not a single trace of the surgery was left on her body.

At this time, she was wearing a low-cut malachite-colored silk dress with a large opening.

The skin exposed from the opening is delicate and smooth. The iconic burgundy hair was reflected into a passionate fiery red under the dim candlelight.

But more passionate than that passionate hair was the pair of eyes that stared directly at Lan En.

The witcher always felt that this woman's eyes were different from before. She seemed a little too aggressive.

With a "crunch", Lan En turned his head and looked at the position next to him.

This kind of rude sound of the chair rubbing against the ground should never appear on this kind of dining table.

But if the person making the noise is the current president of the college, what else does he have to say?

Margarita adjusted her sitting posture with a smile on her face, leaned forward, and looked at Triss in a posture that was very "oppressive" in all aspects.

"So, you've been nursing that flesh wound for months, Triss. Yennefer adjusted to her new eyes two months ago and returned to Aedirn."

The aftermath of the war must still be bothering your king now. Foltest cannot do without the magical advisors around him at this time, right? Especially the [Fourteenth Man on the Hill].

"Yes." Triss choked out without giving in to Margarita's words.

"But Foltest just asked Keira to inform me not long ago. Because I am the [Fourteenth Person on the Hill], I have worked hard and have a good reputation. So now this reputation is more important than the task of magic consultant." .

He asked me to stay at my alma mater and take a rest.

Although her tone is still charming and lively, it seems very sweet.

But because she repeated the title from Margaritas mouth with emphasis, and the last sentence was basically word for word.

So Lan En can still feel it, this is the choking sound.

Triss's blue eyes reluctantly moved away from Lan En across the table, and then narrowed her eyes and moved to Margarita.

very good.

Lan En feels numb now.

He had just comforted the slightly nervous flannel ball, but now it was his turn to become restless.

The Emperor's Son's acute emotional awareness made him want to go back to his secret cave and huddle in a corner to eat black bread.

For a long time, Lan En had forgotten a little about the ease and sweetness Margarita had shown around him

Strong enough to be called a ferocious character is the common impression people have of sorceresses, a group of pioneer women.

This group of women is absolutely different from ordinary women in the Middle Ages when they fight for what they want or deserve.

"Ah, Tisaya. I just saw someone building the stone bridge on the upper level of Arethusa."

In this atmosphere that made him feel irritated all over, Lan opened his mouth to talk to Tissaya, who was slowly cutting a veal steak, trying to change the subject.

That stone bridge was supposed to be paved with black and white marbles staggered like a chess board.

Because although Aretuza had money before, it was difficult to get funding for a project that most warlocks didn't care much about.

So the sorcerers used illusions to cover up the high-altitude stone bridge that had holes everywhere. Only the black grid could allow people to stand on it, but the appearance looked as beautiful as ever.

But unfortunately, the former dean did not tolerate Lan En at all.

The cash from the Valyrian Steel Chamber of Commerce has begun to flow back, and the outside world has also injected a lot of capital into the college during this period, so it is not in vain.

End the topic with two clear and concise sentences. While Tissaya was cutting the meat with a silver table knife, she raised her eyes and looked at the two students on both sides of the table with interest.

Quiet now, Lane. Im enjoying the play.

I know youre feeling a little uncomfortable, but Im sorry, youre part of the drama now. I really dont want to ruin this artistic moment.