MTL - Astartes of the Bear School-Chapter 808 790 sealed formula

Chapter 808 790. Storage formula

There are only a few people in the huge castle, so there is naturally no ostentation in their eating and living life.

Even Vesemir needs to be able to pick out goat skins with his hands.

For the sake of convenience, the witchers also set up a table and hook rack specially used for butchering and carving in this originally solemn hall.

Lambert hung the goat on the hook. Vesemir sharpened his knife as he approached. Geralt was chopping onions and carrots for side dishes.

Berengar was pointed to a place by Vesemir, asking him to get the real good wine hidden by the old witcher.

Vesemir has lived in this castle for a long time, and no one knows this castle better than him.

No one can find the things he has hidden here as long as he doesn't say anything.

Hirize and Linqiu washed the pots together and prepared to put them on the iron shelf in the fireplace, which became the stove.

 “Won’t your hair fall into the pot?”

“Don’t worry, meow, I have received simple training from the chef cat!”

Vesemir nodded.

The witchers at that time only focused on hunting monsters, and they claimed to be a completely neutral force.

 Lane stood by and helped Vesemir.

“In this process, there is no room for neutrality. In other words, those who say ‘neutral’ have actually taken a stand behind their backs.”

Vesemir skillfully cut the goat to drain its blood.

“But these days it becomes more and more difficult for me to understand.”

“But I’m not a stubborn old man. Just like after you introduced your tactics to me last time I met, I turned around and found a crossbow to use. It’s really useful.”

“The conflict between the North and the South has completely erupted through this war. Both sides must try their best to strengthen themselves, find allies, and identify enemies.”

The old witcher did not raise his eyes, as if he was completely focused on handling the goat.

“In the past, everyone just regarded the witcher as a hired man and sent him away after finishing his work. Who would ask a hired worker to have a standing?”

 But the words in his mouth are still logical and clear.

“Have you heard all the rumors about me outside?”

When Vesemir opened his mouth, it was the principle set by the witchers at the beginning of their birth.

“But it’s different now.” Lan En held the goat with one hand to prevent it from shaking, and said calmly.

 Goat blood dripped into the floor drain.

"But the last time I appeared on the battlefield, I didn't actually care about the difference between north and south. It was just because those Nilfgaardians did something I couldn't stand, and then I wanted to take care of it."

 “You still have a chef cat!?”

 At the same time, this is also the time to get down to business.

Lann said as he adjusted the goat hanging upside down so that Vesemir could cut it.

“I have never seen the conflict between the various forces become so intense. It seems that even claiming neutrality will become everyone’s enemy.”

“I have always disapproved of demon hunters abandoning the principle of neutrality and getting involved in the political whirlpool.”

"I'm not qualified to say or evaluate you. Your influence and the things you do have gone far beyond the scope of a normal demon hunter. I have never seen anyone like you, and I guess those kings have also never seen it."

“But now, those kings really want to ‘see’ it again under their own hands.”

Lan En said meaningfully, causing Vesemir to pause.

His old eyes finally moved up from the goat and looked at Lan En.

 “You know what I mean, Vesemir.”

“They.” The old witcher pursed his lips and his eyes were deep, “They want to study witchers?”

 “The initial plan should be.” Lan En nodded. "First capture a few demon hunters to study, then the mutation knowledge, and then human experiments."

"This is also one of the reasons why I came to Kaer Morhen. In addition to learning deeper knowledge, I also hope that you can hide and seal the mutation formula."

Lambert whistled cheerfully beside him.

 “I’m just saying that those crazy mutations should have stopped long ago!”

Vesemir kicked over and hit Lambert's calf on the bone, causing him to gasp.

 Then he took the knife again and slashed at the goat.

"The mutated alchemical equipment and surgical equipment. I sealed them early. They are in the basement of Kaer Morhen. The witcher is no longer adapted to the times, and I won't start it unless you tell me."

 “I do believe this, but there is one more thing.”

 Lan continued.

“In the winter, there should be witchers from other schools wintering in Kaer Morhen Wo winter, right?”

“Kaer Morhen is the former seat of the Witcher Order, and the School of the Wolf welcomes every friendly witcher to spend the winter with us. This is an old tradition.”

 Vesemir said naturally.

“Last winter, Geralt brought Gerd from the Bear School. Koen from the Gryphon School was also here.”

“Then please inform them when you are in contact with other schools of thought. Demon hunters have no fixed abode, so I can only think of this solution.”

Lane's conversation with Vesemir was not hidden, and everyone in the hall could hear it. This was also a kind of notification.

Geralt, who was cutting radishes, raised his head and looked at Lan En, his face solemn.

 “Has the impact already been this great?”

"Ambition can bring endless motivation to people. Those people haven't broken up yet, no matter how reckless they are, 80% of them are still suppressed by my reputation in the last war. Otherwise, it wouldn't be the Lords' demon hunting bounty. Dozens of times more."

Lan En tilted his head and said.

“They will probably directly find the Eternal Flame, a fanatical believer who doesn’t make any money but has to come here at his own expense, and then start a ‘witch hunt’.”

Geralt said a little worried.

 This time, it was Lambert who comforted him with an indifferent tone.

"Don't worry, White Wolf. Eskel knows better than you. People like the city government and noble lords who usually earn nothing now suddenly have so many commissions. Do you think he is stupid? Bulkhead comes to look for work. Dry?"

Geralt shook his head, but he felt more relaxed.

“For the first time in so many years, I hope your bad mouth can be more accurate.”

Lambert, who had just been scolded, sneered and nodded towards Geralt: "Thank you for the compliment."

After finishing this conversation, Lan En breathed a sigh of relief.

Kaer Morhen should be the place where witchers communicate the most at present. Once the notice reaches here, a large number of witchers will be on guard.

　　"Okay, I'll leave the trouble to you and I'll be relaxed."

Lann’s mouth corners rose, while Vesemir’s face was full of displeasure.

 “Okay, both of them are little **** who only know how to cause trouble!”

“No way, who is the oldest, the most prestigious, and the most effective in speaking?”

 The youngest witcher present spread his hands.

“I can fight, but there are only so many things in this world that can be solved by just being able to fight.”

 (End of this chapter)