Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1167 1149. Embers

 The leading knight is a strong man.

He is 1.9 meters tall when wearing a helmet. Although he is not very old, he looks like he is in his early twenties like Lan En, but he is already very hairy and has a beard.

According to Sintra women's mate selection standards, this would be a very energetic man.

Whether in bed or on the battlefield.

Lan En chuckled on the horse: "Hello, Henwell."

After calling out his name, the man from Cintra looked at Lan En with even more enthusiasm: "Greetings to you, my lord."

This was the Knight of Cintra who had been following Lan En during the Battle of Soden Mountain.

Young, a descendant of a noble family, the country is ruined and the family is destroyed.

Most of the Ember Knights, who only have sixty members, have this background.

However, this kind of background is very different from that of any wandering knight. Under the leadership of Lan En, it became a powerful knighthood that repeatedly defeated the Nilfgaardian Legion.

Throughout the northern kingdoms, no one could deny the power of the Ember Knights after that battle.

No matter how you calculate the combat effectiveness of this knighthood, it should be the top knighthood in the world.

The only difference is: which knights other countries will rank alongside them.

The Nilfgaardians believe that the formation of the Knights of the Alba Division, the most elite in the empire, will not be inferior to that of the Knights of Ember, a defeated Knights from the Kingdom of Sintra.

Moreover, the development of their personnel, materials, and war equipment is far superior. There is no suspense at all if we can really fight.

Kaedwin believes that the elite Unicorn Knights of the Unicorn Dynasty must also be the most powerful knights.

It's just that during the last battle at Soden Mountain, the Unicorn Knights didn't have time to dispatch from the rear. Otherwise, there will be outstanding achievements and reputation.

But no one in the Ember Knights took these distant speculations and rumors to heart.

It can even be said that the Ember Knights don't care at all about the common comparison among many knights.

Since they were led by Lan En, they have personally experienced the invincible victory in a battlefield where hundreds of thousands of people are fighting.

Everyone's emotions and spirits were twisted into a rope and forged into a sharp blade.

There is also the process of seeing clearly all the enemy's movements and intentions, and then counterattacking and defeating them neatly.

They are fundamentally different from the other so-called well-known knights.

It's just that they may only be vaguely aware of this difference.

"Are Lincoln and Stelter both in the castle?"

Lan En lay on Qilin Ben, lowered his body and asked with a smile.

"Yes, sir." Henwell saluted Lan En and Qilin again, then turned and walked towards his horse, "Please let me lead the way."

The last time he came here, Qilin had already been introduced to the members of the Knights by Lan En.

But what is very baffling is that even Lan En introduced Qilin as his fighting partner and friend.

But the way they looked at Lan En, Qilin, and Velvet Ball made them feel even more uncomfortable.

Lan En didn't know what kind of brain circuit collision they had experienced.

In short, the members of the Knights also treat Qilin with respect, which makes Gu Long feel very useful.

Because he met members of the Knights on daily patrol, Lan En did not shoot an arrow from his side to block the magic golden arrow when he approached the castle this time to see if his magic was an illusion.

However, Lan En could feel that on the gate of this castle, there were a few obscure and inconspicuous iron pieces that were magic-blocking gold.

This group of guys really respect him as if they were a **** as always, but when doing things, they go their own way and are very subjective.

This reminded Lan En of his mentality when he saw them during the war: he was a little relieved but could not help but curl his lips.

"I think you must have some bad words in your mind."

Lincoln stood in the courtyard of Castle High Hill to greet Lan En. He first saluted Qilin very smartly, and then guided Gu Long to one side.

Sure enough, Qilin didn't shock him this time.

Lincoln, in Lan En's opinion, was a young Cintra man. Compared to the last time we met, the fuzz on his lips has completely faded, and now he seems to be trying to grow a beard.

But in the embarrassing period, the beard is not short, but it is not long enough to be sculpted, so it seems to drag down his handsome face.

"No, no." Lan En said confusedly without blushing, "How could you miss me so much, Lincoln?"

The secretary of the Ember Knights smiled at his chief officer and was not hesitant. He turned around and wanted to pick up the Elu cat from the horse.

But with a flexible jump, the flannel ball jumped over Lincoln's head and jumped to Lan En's side.

"No need to hug me, I'm a warrior meow!"

The little cat raised his head and said to Lincoln.

Sixty members of the Ember Knights stood in formation and saluted Lan En. Suddenly there was a loud clashing sound of armor, with a chilling feeling like an iron horse. Sintra's golden lion flag with a blue background fluttered in the wind, and Lan En's personal coat of arms was also recorded and made into a flag, symbolizing the ownership of the castle.

Lan glanced at them.

These knights who are loyal to him are all in high spirits, and it can be seen that they have never stopped training.

The chief officer of an army is away from home for a long time, which is simply disastrous for the control of the army.

But when Lan En sensed the collective mood of the knights under his command, looked into their eyes, and recorded their smiling facial muscle movements.

He knew that this kind of worry was completely unnecessary for him.

This is the power of being true to Him.

Lan En didn't say much. Considering what they had experienced together, there was no need to say much.

After just looking around and nodding, all the Ember Knights stood up from kneeling on one knee with a 'boom' at the same time.

Lan En took out a large box from the sash Qilin was carrying, then he winked at Lincoln and Stewart, who was at the back of the knights' queue, and walked towards the castle.

It was still the enlarged version of the room that was still neat and tidy even though he was not there.

Lan En first put the box in his hand on the ground with a bang, tapped the side of the box with his toes, and said to Lincoln.

"This is the 32,000 orens that I transferred away. Now it will be put back into the public account."

"As you wish, my lord."

Lincoln picked up the large notepad hanging on his body like a crossbody bag from the side, and briefly recorded it as a to-do list.

As for Stewart, he still looks unwavering.

It had been like this since he was still in Cintra. The cruel whirlpool of war at that time, as well as the constant trade-offs and sacrifices he had to make in order to let more people survive, made him close himself off.

But now his face is disfigured, and his jaw even needs a piece of iron to stay intact.

This made his expressionless face, which was originally just aloof, now a bit heart-warming.

He never looked at the box filled with golden Oren coins, only looking at Lan En.

The flannel ball trotted a few steps on all fours, happily jumped onto the small chair specially placed for it next to Lan En's big chair, and squatted down obediently.

Lan En was leaning against his desk, looking at the two stewards of the Knights.

"Lincoln, transfer my ring seal to Stewart."

After looking at each other in silence for a while, Lan En spoke.

"He has experience in managing the Knights and has made real achievements. Now it seems that his body has almost recovered."

"You should be seventeen this year? You can learn more from him in the field."

Lincoln nodded naturally and handed the ring to Stewart on the spot.

Lan En had asked him to absorb more of Stewart's management experience before, and believed that his potential was more than that.

Although he was younger than he is now, Stewart's body was also very weak, so he still held the ring seal.

The injuries on Stewart's body that were tortured back then were too severe for ordinary people.

Half of his ribs were broken, and one side of his shoulder blade was broken. The bones in his face could only be saved to what they are today, not to mention the sudden weight loss and deterioration of body functions during the recovery process.

To be able to recover to this point in two years is already very good.

Stewart calmly took the ring seal and rubbed the inscription on it on his hand.

"I accept this noble and important responsibility, my lord."

"But I still have to emphasize that my current body is not even 60% as good as it was two years ago! And after two years, the battle brothers in the Knights have made considerable progress. I can't do anything to them. Total **** because I can’t keep up with them.”

As he spoke, his eyes kept meeting Lan En's cat eyes.

"Ordinary human bodies are too fragile, sir. Whether it's the upper limit of damage that can be endured or the ability to recover after being injured."

For an ordinary person, one inappropriate exercise or one injury in battle may cause him to lose the ability to exercise strenuously for the rest of his life, let alone surpass his former self.

"I understand what you mean, Stuart." Lan sighed and nodded, "You still want to become a witcher."

"At least don't be as fragile as my current body." said the deputy leader who had calmly put on the ring.

"So now." Lan En pressed his temple with a headache, "How many people in the Knights have the same idea as you?"

Hearing this, Lincoln and Stewart, who had not interrupted just now, looked at their commander and the Duke to whom they were loyal with a strange and subtle look.

That look was like looking at a well-worn character in a play or storybook, a character who has beauty but doesn't realize it.

"Uh" Seeing that Stewart didn't speak, Lincoln felt a little helpless and touched his young beard that was in an awkward stage, and looked at Lan En carefully as he said.

"Are you asking how many of us follow your example and want to get closer to you?"

Lan En suddenly had a bad feeling.