Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 428 427. Speculation

 Leave aside whether the palace steward has the power to hang construction workers, Lan En at least knows why this matter was not mentioned in detail in the announcement.

 The matter of the Royal Cemetery being haunted is very sensitive.

Intolerance and superstition have always been among the common follies of ordinary people. These follies may never be completely eradicated, because they are as eternal as folly itself. Today's mountains may become the future oceans; today's oceans may become the future deserts. But stupidity is still stupidity.

  This is a description in a book about this world. Lan En thinks that to a certain extent, it is right.

 The political turmoil that may be caused by natural disasters, visions, ghosts, coupled with the increasingly tense international atmosphere and the resulting increased pressure for survival cannot be underestimated.

"We have received two demon hunters recently. One of them is from the Griffin School, and the other is from the Bear School like you."

 The palace steward then introduced.

“The two of them have started to deal with the ghosts in the royal cemetery, but I heard that the progress is not going so well.”

"I've said this. If you decide to accept the commission, I will give you a pass to enter and exit the cemetery freely. But if you feel that you cannot bear the risk, you need to sign a confidentiality agreement here to confirm that you will not Details of this commission will be disseminated. If violated, you will be wanted by Cintra and hanged upon arrest."

 “Understood, I will accept this commission.”

 Lan En agreed simply.

He wanted to communicate with the demon hunter from the Bear School, but it seemed that the other person was also stumped by this task.

He didn't want to wait until he found the other party, only to find a corpse that had been ravaged by demon spirits.

 “Aha! That’s perfect!”

Haxo cheered and handed the parchment notice to the mayor.

The mayor behind the desk didn’t even look at it. He stamped it with the seal on his ring with a ‘snap’ sound.

“You should at least write down the right of way for him first and then ask me to stamp it! Now it makes me feel like a rubber stamp!”

 After finishing the construction, the mayor complained to Haxo.

 It seems like their relationship is really good.

The palace manager turned a deaf ear, picked up the quill pen on his desk, and wrote the general document of the Royal Cemetery in rather gorgeous cursive script, and then stamped his seal ring upwards, which was regarded as a pass.

　　After handing the pass to Lann, Haxor and the witcher shook hands with each other.

 “Please allow me to remind you one more thing.”

The Palace Steward closed the distance to the witcher and lowered his voice.

"Please be sure not to leak the details of this mission. The queen takes this issue very seriously, it should be said very seriously. So if there are rumors in the city"

The words were not finished, but the cold meaning was already obvious through the eyes of the palace supervisor.

Lan En's expression did not waver at all: "I have completed the tasks well so far."

 “That’s best,” Hackthor repeated seriously. "That's best, sir."

—

 Lan En walked out of the city hall, and a black smoke came to his side without anyone noticing.

 Then condensed into one person.

“This is a time limit for your invisibility, right?”

Regis held the strap of his shoulder bag and walked naturally with Lan En.

 Just now he listened to the whole process next to the mayor's office.

“Yeah, these people can always bring out several meanings in one sentence, which makes people have a headache.”

Lan En complained expressionlessly.

Regis shrugged: "But you still understood it without any effort. I'm afraid your level is higher than them. It's just that you don't want to use it."

 “You’re right, I can, but I don’t want to use it.”

Lan En said as he put the pass into his arms.

Haktholl said ‘if there’s a rumor going around town’, that’s the time limit hidden under the mission.    Such breaking news that the Royal Cemetery is haunted cannot be kept secret for long.

  Citizens would frantically pursue this kind of information because of their passion for "peeping into the privacy of the royal family", and Lan En had never regarded medieval intelligence control as an effective method.

 Their loose administrative structures lack the ability to enforce information control.

It is inevitable that news of hauntings will spread. The only difference lies in whether the royal family responds with a cool "problem has been solved" or remains silent when rumors arise.

 If it’s the latter, how can we channel people’s panic and anxiety?

The witcher who accepted the mission must be a good target.

 “But it has nothing to do with us, right?”

Lan nudged Regis beside him with his elbow and gave a wicked smile.

“Even the magic deployed in the city hall cannot detect the atomized form of the high vampire.”

Times are advancing. In order to prevent magicians from using illusions to change faces and perform small tricks, the city halls and city entrances of many cities have been decorated with identifying magic.

Once you detect traces of illusion magic, you can immediately sound the alarm like your **** is on fire.

But just now Regis didn't cause any movement.

 Whether the task is completed or not, they can advance and retreat freely.

“One thing that interests me very much about this conversation is that it’s not the demons themselves that scare Hucksall away from the haunted cemetery.”

Regis said with great interest. He has always been interested in exploring secrets and novelties.

“His look is more like he is worried about the bad influence brought by demon spirits. But he is just a palace steward. He can’t be held accountable for things like public outcry, so why are you nervous?”

 “Power is only accountable to the one who gives it, Regis.”

Lan En said with a calm expression.

“Well, that makes sense, I want to write it down.”

 The vampire continued to ask while commenting.

"And based on this philosophical statement, haha! Those demon spirits made Queen Calanthe, the [Lioness of Cintra] anxious?"

Regis’s eyes widened and he exclaimed a little excitedly.

"It seems that those demon spirits not only kill people, but they also bring up some more serious old things? Is this really possible, expert?"

 “All I can say is, maybe.”

 Lan nodded.

"The demon spirits will feel endless and indescribable pain. They are full of anger and feel that they have been wronged, so they hate and envy the living people. If they are really the awakened royal ancestor demon spirits, then their wails may really bring out the emotions. There are some nonsense words that are quite destructive to the current political situation."

 “Wow, are the rumors true?”

It seemed like it was the first time for the vampire to come into contact with such an exciting topic as 'royal secrets', and the novelty made him feel great. And this reminds me of some rural rumors.

"Rumors? I mean Regis, can you tell me straight? I'm not a local, and I've never heard locals whisper rumors in my ears."

So the vampire lowered his voice quietly.

“Those are some, uh, crude speculations about the current Queen of Cintra.”

“About her two miscarriages, infertility, and subsequent loss of her husband after giving birth to Princess Pavetta.”

 “One of the country folk’s favorite topics, right?”

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 (End of this chapter)