Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1181 1163. Contradictory emotional intelligence

The knight who looked arrogant in front of the mercenaries was very obedient in front of Nannick, the chief priest of Meritelli who delivered him.

"I don't want this either, Mommy."

A tall man wearing armor was bending down and speaking softly.

"But now those Knights of the White Rose are too conspicuous in front of the Duke! I think of them in everything!"

"This time I heard about the problem in the Pontal Valley. We local knights wanted to follow the Duke up there, but he only brought the White Rose Knight. He didn't even have a chance to show his face to us."

"Show your face?" Nannick looked at the other party seriously, which frightened the other party so much that the armor parts all over his body made a "squeaking" sound. "Do you think this incident can make people show up and gain fame?"

"Isn't it because Siward didn't take you with you because you are like this?"

As he said that, the chief priest looked towards the opponent's body and saw only the joints of the armor. Although the leather straps had been loosened to the loosest, there was still fat wrapped under the silk shirt coming out of the gaps in the armor. Squeeze it out.

Nannick said seriously: "This is a fatal thing! Can you wake up? Just think of it for your mother!"

The knight nodded, turned around and continued to command a group of mercenaries and warriors, but he still had a nonchalant look on his face and was still mumbling.

"It's fatal, it's fatal. It's just a monster I've never seen before?"

"Whether it's a monster or not is still a matter of debate. Maybe it's the Scoia'tael in the mountains, who come and go like the wind. Maybe they even brought mages with them to kill all the villages in the mountains."

"If we come together in such a large formation, we will be killed alive if we don't scare them away. What's the danger?"

At this time, the sound of a group of horse hooves came from the temple complex.

A group of knights with bright armor and neat movements approached under the suddenly serious eyes of Knight Samaresh.

The other mercenaries who had already mounted their horses and packed their packages also looked over there.

Although Samaresh has been abandoned for a long time as a local knight in Elland, he at least received an orthodox knight education.

A quick glance shows how unusual this team of knights is.

This kind of cooperation, as well as the orderliness during the riding process. Even the most core teams in White Rose can't do it!

There was no flag, and the leader was an unimaginably tall 'giant' wearing a hood and cloak.

If it were in other scenes, Samaresh's first thought when seeing this 'giant' would probably be the newly popular magic cloak.

But being guarded by such a group of knights, even though there was no banner, wouldn't this be...?

A legendary figure and story flashed in his mind. Although the credibility of this story was slightly doubtful in his mind, no matter what, the reputation and status of the protagonist of the story were on display.

If he were in person, he should salute solemnly.

But Nannick didn't give him the chance to find out.

The chief priest of the temple came forward, and Lan En greeted the other party in the name of the "supporting knight".

Without saying any more words, with Siward currently short of men and combat effectiveness, the knight in charge of transferring men in front of him had no reason to refuse.

But before leaving, Nannick pulled Lan En to the side, pulled his body down and looked at him seriously.

"Remember what I told you before, kid."

The fat granny patted Lan En's arm hard, as if she wanted to use this force to help him remember.

"Don't be disturbed by those who take it lightly, that thing is not simple!"

Lan En nodded: "Thank you for your care, I will always be careful."

"Well, go ahead." Nannick also smiled after hearing this, "I don't see any bad omens in you, you are much better than that unlucky Geralt. Haha, I quite like you. "

With the blessing of Chief Priest Meritelli, Lan En rubbed the ring on his finger and summoned Qilin, who had spent the night outside.

At this point, Samaresh has actually completely confirmed his identity, but since he has acted in this way, it is equivalent to expressing his position and not wanting to make it public.

Someone with a little bit of brains should understand, so he was very polite and didn't yell around.

The already noisy mercenaries managed to form a team under the urging of the knight. There is no doubt that Sachia is the most beautiful and moving rose among them all.

Even Samaresh repeatedly brushed past her with his horse, hoping to cause some 'unexpected' physical contact.

A group of people were urged to dismount, and after paying tribute to Nannick who provided them with hospitality and rest, they immediately rushed to the northeast of Elland.

This is where this land meets the Pontal River and the Mahakam Mountains.

During this period, Samaresh maintained considerable but unquestionable respect for Lan En and the Ember Knights. This made Lan En think that this local knight, who had been abandoned for a long time, was at least outstanding in terms of emotional intelligence.

On the other hand, not all of this knight's emotional intelligence was used on Lan En and the Ember Knight.

He often patrolled back and forth among the mercenaries, nominally under the orders of Prince Siward, to send them to the rendezvous point as soon as possible.

But when he passed Sakia, he always revealed, intentionally or unintentionally, that he had just been divorced and that although he had a daughter, he was very obedient.

If she is a woman who yearns for aristocratic life and fine food and clothing, she probably already knows what he means by now.

Even the mercenaries around knew it, but they didn't say anything. Some people just tilted their heads and spat on the ground. At the same time, he muttered something like, 'Who knows if he is really divorced or if he is ready to get divorced at any time'.

But for Sakia

"I sympathize with your situation, Knight Samaresh."

The female warrior on horseback seemed to be on a trip. She looked around at the surrounding scenery with great interest, while speaking sternly to the knight approaching beside her.

"But people who once loved each other later moved away. This is a fact that you have to accept. At least your wife left you a well-behaved daughter, right? You should take good care of her."

The knight with the peacock tail feathers on his helmet was stunned.

If it was a tactful rejection or a perfunctory refusal, then he wouldn't even feel frustrated.

After all, it takes effort to get into a good woman's bed.

But when he saw Sakia's eyes as she spoke—sincere, clear, and sympathetic.

This woman seemed to be talking to him seriously!

Can't she understand what I mean?

Is there something wrong with this person's ability to understand?

"Pfft~" A chuckle that stopped suddenly and was suppressed came from the back of the team.

Samaresh turned around and saw that the man who was laughing was the tall figure leading the team of Ember Knights.

So he trembled, pursed his lips, lowered his head and stopped talking.

But this is actually because he is a little too sensitive.

Lan En had no intention of stopping him, because Lan En also knew that a woman like Sakia, who had ideals in her heart and had abilities in her body, would not regard simply "becoming a noble lady" as her goal.

He was just laughing. Sakia indeed had a depth of thought in many aspects that was not comparable to that of ordinary warriors, mercenaries, or even nobles.

But at the same time, she does seem to lack perception in some aspects, that is, she has low emotional intelligence.

This combination of contradictions made Lan En even more interested in her identity.

But this is only a detail. The most important thing at the moment is to solve the problems in the Pontal Valley.

If the situation here collapses, then the economy of the Northern Territory will almost collapse as well.

As far as the public is concerned, how can the four northern countries with their economies in collapse compete with Nilfgaard?

Privately speaking, eighty-nine percent of his current net worth is based in the Northern Kingdom!

The remaining 10% or 20% is the share of Valyrian steel exported overseas.

Although this kind of steel has excellent properties, it is still a "new material" in this vast and poorly communicated world.

Perhaps in other continents, powerful buyers have not heard of this product. Not to mention sending a ship to buy goods.

Galloping all the way, although the formation was very chaotic, because there were local knights leading the way, the journey was smooth in the end.

This group of mercenaries, who looked like wandering soldiers, arrived at the crossing of the Pontar River at noon.

The next step is to transfer to a river boat and head towards the river valley. This will be much faster than taking the land route along the river.

According to Samaresh, you can basically go to the temporary garrison where Duke Siward is before dinner, if the journey is smooth.

The local knight retired with success when he reached the ferry.

His task is not so much to transfer these summoned mercenaries to Duke Siward, but more like to look after the mercenaries as a kind of insurance.

Lest some of them run away for a small deposit and a horse.

Whenever business is involved these days, it is always necessary to make more preparations.

After getting on the boat, these people couldn't even run away.

The river boat was similar to what Lan En had been on before. The boat had a wide platform, enough for many people and their cargo to squeeze in.

After all, few guests on this kind of ship can sit for the whole journey, and most of them only sit for one or two stops.

Obtaining larger cargo capacity through compact squeezing in a short period of time is a means for river shipping companies to increase profits.

More than ten horses of the mercenaries and ten horses of the Ember Knights were surrounded in the center of the deck. Outside were everyone's equipment and baggage to prevent the horses from running out and falling into the water.

It has not yet entered the scope of the Pontal Valley, so both sides of the Pontal River are still plains. Farmers are busy in the fertile fields, and windmills and scarecrows stand quietly.

But looking into the distance along the river, you can see that the terrain on both sides gradually begins to rise and rise, sandwiching the river in the middle.

Because the flow rate remains unchanged, but the river bed area gradually narrows, the farther away you go, the more turbulent the river flow becomes.

So gradually there was a thunderous rumble.