Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1172 1154. Knights Culture

"Who killed him?"

Lan En asked with a frown.

"No one saw it, so who can know?" Taller said, akimbo.

His pity for the young messenger ended here. After all, the matter of dead people was nothing new, and he was still used to seeing cruel and dirty intelligence chiefs.

"Perhaps it was a robber or robber on the road who tried to stop him but failed. In the end, he shot an arrow at his back."

"Or maybe it's the Scoia'tael hidden in the woods on the roadside, who specialize in intercepting and killing humans passing by. It's possible. The arrow has no identifiable characteristics."

Lan En was silent for a moment and shook his head.

"It's a pity indeed. The world is really chaotic."

"Who says it's not?" Thaler echoed, "It was supposed to be recuperating after the war, but a lot of things have been sorted out for two years. I don't know when they will be sorted out. Now the Pontal Valley is about to be **** again. Something happened."

The Ember Knights rode out of the village of Darkwater.

There were no entertainment activities at this time. When the children in the village saw such elite and high-spirited knights, they kept running around the knights' horses.

Lincoln speeded up slightly before the team could escape from the entanglement of the children.

"grown ups."

The Ember Knights who came out with supplies all approached Lan En, with Lincoln shouting at the head.

The sound of horse hooves approached, and he lowered his head and glanced at Taler, who was standing next to Qilin.

This Temerian intelligence chief came over to say hello, and probably wanted to inquire why Lan En did not stay in the Dark Water when he came back this time.

But since the famous Ember Knights have been brought out, and the leading young knight still looks very wary, he naturally has a very eye-catching look.

"I wish you all the best, Sir."

Taller took a few steps back under Lincoln's gaze, a natural smile on his face.

Lan En, who was sitting on Qilin's back, also nodded slightly to him. He was used to Taller's swear words.

"Good luck to you too, Taller."

After saying that, the group of people continued on the road, heading east.

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It’s time to travel again. The spring rain is a good thing for farmers and fields, but for pedestrians on the road, it can only cause complaints.

Fortunately, Lan En and the others were much more relaxed and tough than the caravans and guards that had become on the muddy road.

Along the way, Lan En has taught [Wei Mingliu] to the ten honorary swordsmen around him.

The knowledge of this sword technique is not complicated and difficult. Ashina laid the foundation for this sword technique with his undivided attention, drive and recklessness in slashing, coupled with his talent.

It can be said that the basics of this sword skill are quite suitable for novices and reckless men.

Otherwise, given the average education level in Wei Ming Country, it is open to question how many of the Wei Ming people who followed him to learn swordsmanship could be literate and distinguish their left and right hands.

But even so, no matter whether Wei Mingren is strong or not, [Wei Mingren] can still play a few tricks. It can be seen that getting started with this sword technique is really simple.

Although honorary swordsmen still have many skills that need to be practiced and these skills need to be imprinted on the body and become a habit.

But the knowledge and key points of these techniques are already in the minds of the honorary swordsmen.

Lan En gave them permission to teach this sword skill to others when they returned to the Knights.

Lincoln recorded this order in his large notebook.

But when Lan En leaned over to read it, he always felt like this guy was writing a novel.

He solemnly called this task 'teaching swords'.

After the names of the ten of them, in addition to the internal title of [Honorary Swordsman], the title of [Swordgiver] was added.

"It's too exaggerated for you to do this." Lan En looked at the young knight who was immersed in writing in front of him speechlessly. "And won't this lead to confusion in the titles, ranks, and authority within the Knights?"

But at this time, Lincoln picked up the usual ethos of the Ember Knights. While respecting Lan En, he is very independent and subjective.

"No, this represents the diversified development of our Knights! Isn't it normal for the same member to have different titles and ranks in different fields?"

Lincoln insisted so persistently.

And then there’s a whole bunch of ‘That’s what the Knights have to do! ’, ‘Otherwise, where would the Knights culture come from! ’, ‘This is a part that has to be appreciated’ and other difficult words.

Lan En raised his eyebrows and didn't say much, but privately told Flannel Ball to do some hard work for Lincoln tonight.

Eluma was very excited, and immediately on Qilin's horse, she used her furry body to perform a set of cat punches.

"Leave it to me, boss meow!"

The days of sleeping in the open and on the road soon passed.

At the average speed of Ember Knight and Qilin, they rode for a little more than a week from Dark Water to the range of Elland.

The road in the woods is no different from the previous one, because it is adjacent to the Pontal River and carries a gloomy humidity. Coupled with the gloomy sky, it makes people feel even more unhappy.

From time to time, something could be heard moving quickly in the woods on both sides of the road, and the sound of something scratching against the branches and leaves of the trees could be heard.

I don't know if it's an ordinary beast or some kind of monster.

Anyway, the Ember Knights and Lan En didn't care much.

Occasionally, I passed by a road sign, and the badge pattern on it showed that this was no longer an ordinary Temerian territory.

Different from the pattern of the Temerian white lily, although Elland is a vassal kingdom, it still retains its own characteristics on the coat of arms.

It was a small coat of arms with red lines on a yellow background, and a large coat of arms decorated with Temerian white lilies on the edge.

In heraldry, it symbolizes the vassal and patronage relationship between Temeria and Elland.

"I have never been to the Principality of Elland, sir." The knights flashed past, and Lincoln took his eyes back from the passing road signs and said to Lan in front. "But looking at the street signs, Airland City should be not far ahead."

"I haven't been here either." Lan En said without looking back.

"Then should we go meet Duke Seeward first?"

Lincoln thought in the usual terms of aristocratic intercourse.

"Logically speaking, you were invited by King Foltest of Temeria to come to help. We are also the Knights of Cintra living in Temeria."

"I came to the dukedom to meet and say hello. There is an explanation."

"And he is the one most involved in this matter, isn't he?"

The location of the Pontal Valley is too important.

If Temeria and Aedirn cannot figure it out and deal with this matter in time, it is almost inevitable that Redania and Kaedwen will become interested in this place.

The Pontal Valley is a key position that the four northern countries are fighting for. If you two countries cannot defend it, who can you blame?

Although when facing the Nilfgaard Empire with a large army pressing on the border, the four northern countries were at least fighting the enemy together.

But when the Nilfgaardian army retreats, it would not be surprising if they turn around and stab each other the next moment.

But Lan En shook his head after thinking for a while.

"Duke Siward, I have never met him, but I have heard of his name." Lan added, "From Geralt's mouth."

"Master Geralt?" Lincoln was surprised for a moment, and then asked, "What's the reputation of this person in the master's mouth?"

"Not ideal, Lincoln. Very unsatisfactory." Lan En said with ridicule or emotion.

"At that time, Geralt had just completed the vampire bird commission that made him famous, but because he faced the vampire bird with his bare hands, his neck was opened wide and he went to Elland City to recuperate."

"As a result, a guest who was treated seriously and was injured was unreasonably driven away by the Duke's knights."

"The knights declare that the witcher is a source of disaster, a troublemaker, and a disgusting mutant. No matter what, they cannot stay for more than a minute and must get out of the city immediately, preferably out of the principality."

"Fortunately, the respectable person who entertained Geralt did not sit back and watch her guests suffer such unreasonable treatment. This allowed Geralt to recover from his injuries before leaving."

"But even so, Geralt was surrounded by knights on his way out of the city, forcing him to engage in a completely unfair duel."

Lincoln's face was calm. This happened many years ago, and he fought alongside Geralt two years ago.

The master witcher has certainly overcome that difficulty.

"It seems Duke Seward is a discriminator," Lincoln concluded.

"Although it cannot be ruled out that the knights under him made their own decisions, it should be certain that he does not have a good look on demon hunters and non-human races."

"But there is still a problem, sir. That is"

"After someone like you appears, will he still, or can he still maintain a discriminatory attitude?"

"It's hard to say. It's hard to predict people's changes." Lan En said in a deep voice, "But we still need to know what happened in this area recently. In the final analysis, the information given by Foltest is still Too vague."

Lincoln nodded: "So we need to find a powerful person locally who is credible and well-informed. Do we know such a person?"

"There is one?" Lan En said uncertainly, "It was introduced by Geralt, who was also the person who entertained him in Elland at that time. But I don't know her."

The roaring sound of horse hooves began to slow down, and it was already close to the city.

The woods were left behind, and on both sides of the road in front of us were neatly plowed farmland, with people working on the farmland, traveling traders walking back and forth, and livestock barking.

"Who is that?"

"Mother Nannick." Lan En spoke a name and put on a hooded cloak.

The shadow of the hood obscured his face and hair.

"The Temple of Meliteli in Elland is the most well-known temple named after this goddess. Nannik is the chief priestess of this temple."

"Although I haven't met her yet, at least she is a non-discriminatory person, right?"