MTL - Astartes of the Bear School-Chapter 794 Departure 776

Chapter 794 776. Departure

 The day after the cultivation of the [Song Gland] was completed, Berengar sent an apprentice to the academy to report that he had finished the work at hand and could go on his way.

So Lan En was ready to go.

Now Margarita has really begun to devote herself to handling the daily operations of the college, which is simply torture for her who is lazy.

But there is no way, Tissaya has already gone out to perform her duties, and she is the only one who can do it.

　　Triss’s status in the academy is a bit more special.

　　Everyone seems to know that Foltest, after retaining all her treatment and the right to make suggestions for the kingdom's decisions, still sent this magic consultant to Aretussa. There must be some purpose.

 So this academy that once taught Triss is now "courteous" to her.

　　Currently, Triss is still serving as a temporary professor of a course in the college, and from time to time she goes to Margarita’s principal’s office.

 I don’t know what the two people were muttering together.

But now Lan En feels just right.

So Lan En is also very interested in training the flannel ball. Mentos has already established a project in the observation. Just waiting to collect the physical data, he can start a targeted training plan for the kitten.

 Lan En has not forgotten the purpose of the flannel ball becoming his follower cat, so he will also have some teaching-like exchanges with the kitten in his daily life.

 “Where are you going this time?”

The re-armed flannel ball adjusted his kitty helmet with excitement, and climbed onto the Kirin's back along its outer cover.

It has been a long time since he agreed with Vesemir to go to Kaer Morhen to receive more advanced knowledge of witcher alchemy.

When Qilin left with Lan En, the emotion conveyed through the [Yaxsi Sign] variant was full of displeasure and resentment.

“They all come from the same place. One wants to become a powerful warrior, and the other wants to become more powerful and kill enemies. Logically speaking, shouldn’t you be very motivated? Look at what you have done!”

 But this ancient dragon seems to be a kind-hearted and forgetful type. After a few days, he was just silly and happy again.

This kind of character will be respected everywhere, not to mention that the flannel ball is very cute.

Lan En was checking the buckles of Qilin's magical harness. He tightened the belts one by one while answering.

 Intermittently work hard, constantly eat, drink and have fun.

 But Qilin is different

With a "pop" sound, Lan En's palm hit Qilin's neck.

“Go to a witcher’s castle hidden in the mountains, where there is more profound knowledge. If you want to become a powerful warrior, you can’t just have recklessness, your mind must also be armed.”

  The true meaning is the type of people who work hard and are conscious for their dreams.

This kind of force had no effect on Gu Long's body, but Qilin still tilted his head in embarrassment and snorted.

 Lan En complained bitterly.

 A lot of things happened during this period.

The calico kitten suddenly let out a meow and nodded solemnly.

 He hoped that he would have better luck this time and meet and chat with the great master of the Wolf School.

 Becoming an outstanding warrior is Flannel Ball’s lifelong dream. During this period of time, although it has escaped from the dangerous living conditions in the wild, its daily exercise has never stopped.

 “Say it didn’t say anything about you?!”

“I saw it until the end, don’t say you’re going to **** that golden lion.” Lan En looked at Qilin who tilted his head suspiciously.

“You can’t even hit a flannel ball, can you?”

 The unicorn roared.

　　‘Are you kidding me? ’

Facing the tough-talking Qilin, Lan En sneered.

“Ha, anyway, when you come back and go to the New World, let’s see how badly you can be beaten by that golden lion.”

 Lan En got on the horse, clamped the Qilin's flanks with his legs, and pulled its pale mane with his hands. Qilin shook his head slightly unhappy, but still not angry.

 This is the way they have agreed long ago.

Immediately afterwards, Qilin jumped directly from the side of the cave that opened to the sea.

 We circled around the sea before landing on the coastline near Gos Velen.

Berengar was already waiting there.

He was holding Poppy's hand and was wearing the basic armor of a Wolf School witcher.

Most of the area is made of cotton armor, and only steel armor pieces are used on the gloves, knees, and feet to strengthen defense.

 The hilts of two half-hand swords extend from his shoulders. The steel swords use a disc-type weighted ball with a wolf head embossed on it.

The silver sword uses a three-dimensionally carved wolf head as a weight ball.

Coupled with the pile of bottles and cans he put on Poppy's body, it can be said to be a standard witcher equipment.

 “It’s about lining your own pockets, right?”

Lan En's voice and the sound of Qilin's horse hooves came from the coast.

Berengar turned his head and happened to see Qilin's body, which was more than four meters long and was still wearing horse armor, jumping up from under the earth platform nimbly.

 Lan En looked down at the old demon hunter: "Another pair of Valyrian steel swords. Tsk tsk tsk, what a luxury. You said you are not the type who can really fight with monsters."

At first, Berengar was still marveling at the "horse" that Lan was riding, which was so strong that he had never seen it before, but then he snorted coldly.

“I don’t draw my sword to kill people, but that doesn’t stop me from collecting. I’ve already set my sights on a manor, and I’m going to put all the high-quality equipment I’ve produced there. It will be like an exhibition, and it will definitely be grand.”

Lan En clapped his hands on Qilin's back.

“Okay, our Master Berengar is thinking about buying a manor. He may become the first demon hunter to die in history.”

 “I’d like to lend you some good words.”

Berengar also got on his horse and stuffed a bird egg into Poppy's mouth. He probably picked it up from a bird's nest on the way.

With a few "clicks", sticky egg white flowed down from the corner of the horse's mouth, his long tongue rolled up, and then fell back into his mouth.

Lan En leaned over, reached out from Qilin, and touched his old buddy's horse's mane.

 Smooth and shiny to the touch, rich in nutrients.

 “You took good care of it.”

Lan En said happily, Poppy raised his head and rubbed Lan En's hand.

“By the standards of war horses, Poppai is actually not young anymore in the past few years.”

But there was no disappointment in Berengar's tone.

"We are not using it according to the standard of a war horse, are we? It is a Kaedweni war horse. I plan to pass it on to the next generation in my future manor."

Lan En nodded: "As a witcher's horse, Poppai is quite lucky."

Lan still remembers his friend from the Wolf School.

Geralt is said to have changed many horses. In fact, every witcher will change many horses during his career.

 After all, they are facing hungry and vicious monsters. In the eyes of these monsters, 80% of tall horses are more attractive than witchers because they have more meat.

But what’s unique about Geralt is that this guy actually gives every horse the same name.

What a quirk.

Berengar sat down on his horse and they began to move forward on the road.

And the old demon hunter's eyes began to glance at the 'horse' under Lan En's crotch from time to time.

 (End of this chapter)