Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1154 1136. Secret Culvert

The fur trader was taken over by the military doctor, and Lan En also prescribed medicine for him. The method and raw materials of the medicine were not complicated. The military doctor said that he could handle it, and the medicine was also good for the wounded here.

After walking out of the room where the wounded man was, the leading sergeant's expression became much calmer.

Although he was still visibly nervous when he was around Lan En, it was much better than when he was awkward when speaking at the beginning.

"Two soldiers here died, including the ones sent out just now."

"In addition, two of our reinforcements died, and two more were from the other side."

Six corpses covered with white cloth were placed outside the room, the sergeant said to Lan En.

"Do you want to take a look?" Before the demon hunter could respond, he came to the body and lifted a corner of the white cloth.

".Elves?"

Lan En said with a little surprise.

"Of course they are elves." The sergeant said with certainty, "Squirrel Party."

"This name is so weird, do you have any explanation?"

"Yes, Sir. That's a strange name." The sergeant explained to Lan En.

"But this is their ancient name for themselves. Some people say it's because they always hang a squirrel tail decoration on themselves. Others say it's because they live in the woods and can only eat Live on nuts.”

"But all I can say is that they are causing more and more trouble."

The sergeant covered the white cloth again and wiped his palms on his tunic.

"Come on, ser. I'm sorry for wasting your time. You shouldn't have been nagging me, a junior officer, for so long."

"No, I'm very grateful to you." Lan En shook his head, "I didn't know what the Scoia'tael meant at all earlier."

"It seems that you have been away from the civilized world for a long time, hunting monsters in the wilderness?"

"So, it's not an easy trip."

Later, the sergeant introduced Lan En to the leader of their unit, who was a knight.

The knight saluted the Duke of Sintra out of etiquette.

But Lan En could feel that the knight did not respect him as much as his men.

He didn't look like he had been through the Battle of Sodden Mountain.

On the contrary, the respect his men had for Lan En made him feel a little repulsive towards the witcher.

The conversation was not pleasant, what can only be described as tepid.

Fortunately, Lan En didn't have any expectations, and his identity was confirmed, and it was enough to be recognized by the northern countries.

He just came here to spend the night out of the rain.

"The Scoia'tael."

The Witcher, who was watching the raindrops under the eaves, chewed on this word that he had just reacquainted with today in an incomprehensible way.

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Early the next morning, the sky was bright after the spring rain.

Lan En rode the Qilin away in the eyes of most of the soldiers in awe.

His story is indeed told endlessly, and his war deeds on Sodden Mountain are indeed wonderful and full of honor.

But this is the magical Middle Ages after all, and people who have not personally fought alongside him still have doubts about those stories and descriptions.

Or curious.

These soldiers were more curious and concerned about Lan En's body shape and appearance than they were about whether those stories were true or false or exaggerated.

After all, a story is just a story, not to mention that it has been passed down through countless hands.

People may cheer loudly and get excited when listening, but when the protagonist of the story appears in front of them, it is estimated that most people will still remain rational.

Only a few people will have the same irrational and fanatical mentality as when they listen to the story.

Walking all the way towards Gos Velen, Lan En thought that Qilin would be able to arrive no matter what today, so he took a turn along the way.

He went to O'Riden to see his old friends in the small fishing village.

Thanks to his contribution in opening up fishing waters and the sudden death of everyone in the village, Duke Stesa, the life of the villagers is much better than before.

And Lan En would come back for a drink from time to time while Willen was running around. So the relationship between everyone is not raw.

The son of Bernie Orion, as well as the son of the blacksmith who mended Lan En's silver sword, are now working in Gos Velen's Valyrian steel workshop.

I can also get wages sent home every month.

I heard that Mrs. Donna is planning to let White go there to look for a job in a few days.

After hearing this, Lan En patted his chest and promised to find a reliable master to take care of Little White.

"I just heard that Sir Wesselard wants to renovate the tower on the island in the center of the lake and use it as a villa."

Old Allen had gained a lot of gray hair in the past few years, and he complained to Lan En.

"I don't know if there is any good place to live on that broken island. He can do whatever he likes, just don't let us work for him."

"He won't force you to do work for him. Even if he does, he will negotiate the wages."

Lan En calmed the old man's worries with a speechless expression.

"Veserad has made a lot of money in the Valyrian steel business. It's normal to want to build an extra villa when you have money."

The Valyrian Steel business can now be said to be the best interest of the province of Velen.

Due to technical confidentiality considerations, the output of Valyrian steel billets must be controlled under the eyes of the Academy of Arethusa, that is, Goth Velen's workshop. Although Gos Velen is also a port city, not all sales places that require Valyrian steel are convenient for receiving goods via waterways.

No matter what, caravans and convoys have to go all the way to the far west of Velen before they can reach Gos Velen and pay for the goods.

Traffic is business and money!

Valyrian steel business tax revenue directly doubled the total tax revenue of Velen, the poorest province in Temeria, in the previous year.

Nowadays, many villages along the trade routes, which were originally half-dead in the harsh environment of Willen, have gradually opened taverns and hotels.

The villages on the road also began to frequently ask demon hunters to clean up monsters along the roads in front and behind their villages to ensure road safety.

The so-called economy, when a dynamic and promising profit point emerges, will naturally lead to the development of a large number of industries.

A powerful demon hunter is helpless in the face of the poor and dangerous ecological environment of Velen. So what if you kill the monsters around the village for free?

The witcher satisfied his sense of justice and left, but the villagers still had to make a living here.

Money is not conjured out of thin air, nor is the livelihood that allows people to live.

But an emerging industry can change this difficult life.

Of course, Veselard also made a lot of money from it. The money for the renovation of the tower on the island in the middle of Lake Oriden probably came from here.

Old Allen is just worried because he knows nothing.

Judging from Foltest's action of not re-conferring Oridon after he killed Stetha, Veserad did not dare to touch this small fishing village.

But why ask an old man with little education to see clearly the inner meaning of things?

Lann drank the last sip of Livia cherry beer from a brand new wooden wine glass and said goodbye to old Allen and the bartender.

He left the village while greeting others.

In this small fishing village built on the edge of a lake, many barrels and fishing nets in the village have been replaced, and the street signs at the entrance of the village are also new.

Several children were playing around the unicorn and flannel ball at the entrance of the village.

The velvet ball was a little helpless. After all, it had to prevent children from messing up the tied leather and at the same time, it was not too aggressive.

Fortunately, Lan En's arrival saved it and Qilin.

After scaring away a group of children with the babble, Lan En and the others quickly arrived near Gos Velen's city wall after starting their journey again.

The witcher's estimate was right, and they arrived just in time for the afternoon.

As usual, instead of entering this increasingly noisy city through the main entrance, Qilin was asked to go to the sea and take the waterway, and then made a big circle.

Went around to the back of the big rock where Arethusa Academy was located, and then reached the secret room from there and landed ashore.

"Wow~"

Qilin had already begun to kick impatiently.

The bundles of wolf skins, dragon skins, wolf teeth, dragon scales, etc. tied to its back were not heavy but not small in size, which made it very unhappy.

However, according to Lan En, these dragon scales were also intended to add some clothing to it, so Qilin carried them all the way.

Now that it's at the place, it doesn't want to carry it at all.

"Don't worry, don't worry! I won't take it apart for you!"

"Qilin is so inferior, meow!"

Hoofs trampled back and forth on the reef floor, and Qilin shifted its direction to allow Lan En and Fluffy Ball to remove the items from its back.

Through the secret culvert maintained by magic, the temperature and humidity are always constant. The beds and display cabinets inside look like homely warmth under the warm light of candlelight.

Even when the tide is high, the waves cannot intrude, only the sound of breaking waves is continuous.

After placing a large roll of dragon skin wrapped in wolf skin on the ground, the demon hunter and Elcat let out a long sigh of relief.

Velvet Ball felt relaxed because he had finished his work, but Lan En felt a burst of relaxation in his heart.

Goth Velen and Arethusa, the city and its sorceress college, had become a regular 'intermission' stop on his journey through the many and dangerous worlds.

Give him a sense of security in a safe zone.

Although Gos Velen's fish market still smells bad and is noisy, although the students or professors in Eritusari will still light up when they see him.

"But these are all pretty easy to deal with, right, flannel ball?"

"Meow?"

Maomao, who was sitting on the ground, handling a large bag of things he had placed in the secret culvert, turned around in confusion.

But he saw the witcher smiling and waving his hands.

So it lifted its hind legs, scratched the back of its neck, and continued to engage in the tidying up process.

As the journey progressed and the velvet ball itself grew, its trophies, souvenirs, and combat supplies also increased, and eventually a large package had to be placed next to Lan En's display cabinet.

Seeing Eluma sorting out the harvest was quite exciting, so Lan En also walked to his display cabinet, opened it, and straightened the hair on the head of the doll brought from Yanan.

But just then.

"Welcome back, honey."

A casual, enchanting voice came from the door of the culvert.

But the demon hunter raised his eyebrows.

The voice continued: "But can you explain why the ring on your hand is missing?"