Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 634 636. Warlocks

This camp occupies a large area, and the interior decoration is so luxurious that it would be considered top-notch even in the palace of the Northern Kingdom.

 A member of the Society of Talents and Skills, Alto Terranova even used illusions to create many handsome men and beautiful women to serve as waiters.

The dim and ambiguous tones and lights make this place not like a military camp about to be fought, but like the famous Cleopatra in Novigrad.

Incidentally, that was the name of a high-class brothel by St. Gregory the Great Bridge.

  The sorcerers had to maintain their luxurious living standards even in the military camp, which made the soldiers and officers resentful.

 It can also be regarded as one of the reasons why the battle is imminent.

Foltest vaguely felt that if these warlocks and the now tense sergeants were allowed to continue to stimulate each other, they might be in big trouble before they even saw the Nilfgaardians.

 Francesca sat in the shadow of the candlelight and did not respond to Tisaya. Instead, she looked at her up and down with strange eyes.

This look made Tissaya feel uncomfortable and squirmed in her seat.

 She laughed dryly: "Why are you looking at me like that, old friend?"

 Francesca still didn’t speak, looking at the other person motionlessly. She just put the wine glass to her mouth and took a sip.

 “You’re bold now, Margarita.”

 The Elf Archmage suddenly said.

"How dare you play with your illusions in front of so many powerful wizards? It's a good thing that everyone is dizzy under the pressure of the war, otherwise your secret would be exposed on the first day here."

 ‘Tisaya’s face suddenly stiffened, and then she leaned forward and got close to Francesca, who was sitting not far away.

“What did you say?”

Francesca took another sip of the Dongzhidong red wine in the wine glass.

“I said: The last time we fought side by side was not three hundred years ago, but the Falga Rebellion more than a hundred years ago.”

"And there is a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses on the small table in front of us. I placed them in a way that is neither asymmetrical nor beautiful, but you didn't even look at it from beginning to end, let alone arrange it. What else should I say? Going down?"

 ‘Tisaya’, or Margarita’s body suddenly felt deflated.

She took a long breath, and then the chest of Tisaya's light blue dress was stretched high and tight.

Francesca watched this scene with interest.

“Tisaya’s clothes are a bit tight, and it’s hard to breathe in, right? Although Tisaya’s figure is also good, it’s still a little tight compared to you.”

 Since her secret was revealed in front of Francesca, Margarita simply stopped pretending.

She snuggled into the cashmere-covered chair comfortably, her figure no longer covered except for her teacher's face.

 Disha's elegant long skirt is too tight on the chest and hips, revealing thrilling curves.

"You still want to talk about this now? It seems that you are not nervous at all about this war?"

Margarita is also very familiar with Francesca, so talking to her is even more casual than talking to the teacher.

 The Elf Archmage pushed a strand of blond hair behind his pointed ears and said calmly.

 “I have seen humans commit more crazy slaughters than they do now, and the Nilfgaardians do not scare me.”

 This obviously refers to the systematic massacre of elves by humans.

Margarita shook her head and was not prepared to say anything more on this matter. "Since the Nilfgaardians didn't scare you, why did you come here to get involved? Many people here were scared, so they came to help without hesitation, such as Triss and Yennefer. Others I owe you a favor to Wilgefortz, so come here and help him stand up. What kind of person are you?"

“Wilgefortz approached me on his own initiative. In order for me to take action, he offered very interesting conditions, and I agreed.”

Margarita heard that Francesca was unwilling to discuss the specific conditions in detail, so she stopped asking.

Wizards are people with a lot of secrets.

 The list of secret experimental projects, secret partnerships, and secret bank accounts is endless.

But she doesn’t want to delve into it, but that doesn’t mean the other person doesn’t want to.

“Now that you’ve finished talking about me, let’s talk about you. Why did you come here to wade in the muddy water?”

 Francesca looked up and down at Margarita, who had a figure of her own despite Tisaya's face.

"Aretuza has made his position clear? No, if that's the case, you should come here with your own face instead. After all, you are the current dean, so you are more representative. Instead of Tissaya, who has resigned and entered the talent pool. A sorceress who serves with a craft guild.”

 The Elf Archmage guessed, but then denied himself.

Margarita was also holding a wine glass and touched her cheek with the rim of the glass.

"You are right, so this face and I do not represent Arethusa. 'Tisaya' entered the battlefield as a member of the Society of Talents and Skills."

 “And her student, Margarita?”

"And her students are still sitting in Aretussa in this crazy and chaotic situation, protecting the safety and freedom of every girl who explores magic. This is the benefit of having two great mages in one academy. Isn’t it?”

"Ah."

Francesca chuckled and clinked glasses with her: "It seems you don't want to say why you came, but it doesn't matter. After this meat grinder-like battle begins, no one will care about these things."

"I'm just a little surprised that there are things in this world other than your students that would make you abandon your stable and luxurious life and go to the battlefield. I remember that you are very content and not very courageous."

Margarita did not refute Francesca's evaluation of her, she just smiled and said: "Although I am still scared, I have to do something."

According to the scribe’s records, ‘Tissaya’ joined the Northern Allied Army camp two days ago. This famous archmage gave everyone a boost of morale.

 On the same day, the Archmage interviewed King Foltest, seemingly to find information about a certain person.

 But in the end, the Archmage just held a piece of intelligence about the recently famous guerrillas and remained silent.

 And later, he left his tent in the military camp to indicate his participation in the battle.

 The addition of a well-known archmage not only inspired countless mortal soldiers, but also had a good response among the wizards who were already in place.

　　Triss, Yennefer, [Coral] Rita Nied, etc. graduated from Arethusa and were later visited by warlocks who later served the royal families of various northern kingdoms.

 Under the pressure of war getting closer and closer, everyone’s anxiety and fear can even be seen at a glance.

 They are seeking any spiritual solace within reach at the moment.

 At this moment, their spirits are not braver than ordinary people because they resonate with the magic of chaos.

 Everyone is like a death row prisoner who has already been sentenced and is just waiting for the execution date.

 In the morning three days later, the time for ‘execution’ finally arrived.

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 (End of this chapter)