Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 662 664. Disappearance

 “Lover, mistress, lover.”

Foltest's face looked like he was really immersed in this topic.

 A qualified king who shows the right attitude at the right occasion and time is a basic skill.

“A name can correspond to a beauty. When we were young, we had more fun than this, weren’t we, old friends? I basically change the names of these three names every year and match them together. How about you?”

Vizmir smiled calmly. At his age, there is no need to talk about the following three-way things as a topic to get closer to others.

“I’m old, and I only had one baron’s wife as my bed partner at that time. After all, our culture at that time was not as open as it is now.”

"But no matter what, I don't think I can go to the bed of any sorceress and get off as if nothing happened. But this respectable gentleman, Arethusa must have a deep affection for him. expectations?"

“A dean, a former dean, an outstanding alumnus.”

Vizmir smiled meaningfully, but it seemed like he was just an old man expressing his feelings about people's private lives nowadays.

 Foltest also acted as if he didn't understand anything, and made a very official speech but with no actual content.

"Warlocks have always been strong supporters of the royal power, especially Arethusa. They pay taxes and cultivate talents in Temeria. We have always cooperated happily. Recruiting a witcher as an academy hunter must be somewhat Do you need help with something?"

 After testing my personal relationship with Lan En, I wanted to create distrust between Arethusa College and the Kingdom of Temeria.

 Old fox, I really have you.

The attack was quick and ruthless. From the moment Lan En's information was collected and placed in front of the kings, these power animals began to compete for Lan En's information and the relationships around him.

An individual who can influence large-scale battles. Although these kings don't know what to do yet, their instincts have already caused them to start to exclude each other.

By the time the two kings reached the place where Triss and Lan disappeared, the warlocks surrounding them had already figured out the outcome.

 ‘Tisaya’ used magic to comfort Yennefer, who was blind, and promised that Aretuza’s technology was fully capable of giving her a new pair of eyes.

Wilgefortz looked pale and looked like he had used too much magic, but he still managed to come over and caress the land with his palms.

  People can’t help but sigh, this Archmage is really a warm-hearted and strong person.

Looking at his expression, it seemed that he had 'read' something in the remaining magic power.

As a witness, Fringilla Weige simply treated the wound at this time and was questioned over and over again.

 Just as a prisoner, her testimony was not so trusted.

"That's probably what happened. The magic power was out of control, and then a part of it was 'cut' off by the witcher, and then part of it was used by Merigold in a spell. I guess it was teleportation."

 Wilgefortz concluded.

However, his eyes lit up with interest when he said "The witcher cuts off the magic power", and he was obviously more interested in this.

"Teleportation?" It's just that 'Tisaya', who has always been known for being steady, calm, and organized, choked like a powder keg that was about to explode at this moment.

"Triss was burned by the out-of-control magic flames for half a minute! Do you tell us that she can cast teleportation in this situation?"

Wilgefortz spread his hands and looked at 'Tissaya', especially his face for a few seconds.

This gaze made 'Tisaya' look away guiltily.

"I didn't say Triss was fine. After being burned for half a minute, a large area of ​​her skin was probably burned away, making it difficult to save her. But if it is a magic item or rune prepared in advance, it only needs to be infused with magic power. After activating this step, I think she can still do it.”

Vilgefortz spoke in a rational tone worthy of trust.

“The traces on the ground are teleportation spells, at least this cannot be false.”

At this moment, the outer soldiers surrounding the area made a noise, which made the warlocks and the two kings frown.

Soon a herald brought news of the chaos outside, which he relayed to Vizmir close to his ear.

 The old king's cloudy eyes lit up: "Let them come in! No! Please come in!"

After taking the lead in giving the order, the old king looked at Foltest and the other warlocks with an apologetic look.

The Temerian king’s face was obviously ugly.

"We have a group of heroes who want to come here to see the situation and ask for an explanation. They have a deep relationship with this respected demon hunter. I think they should have the right to know the situation immediately."

As the order was given, there was a sound of horse hooves, mixed with the slight collision and friction of armor in the bumps. Neat and solemn. Almost instantly, the group of people present who had just breathed a sigh of relief from the tension of the war were pulled back into the **** atmosphere.

Their bodies were tense and their eyes were wide open. Their minds and bodies were brought into a state of war.

 The elite personal guards brought by the kings subconsciously clenched their weapons, causing a "squeaking" sound of the neat leather gloves rubbing against the steel handles.

These elite personal guards are actually less likely to enter a state of stress than most people present, because most of them are already accustomed to the atmosphere of the battlefield.

 But now

As the sound of horse hooves got closer, a cavalry unit of only sixty people came in.

 It's just that the atmosphere between them is different from the ordinary soldiers around them, or even the king's personal guards.

This huge difference even makes people feel that the painting style of this unit is different and incoherent with other soldiers.

“Why do I feel that they don’t seem to have won the battle, but rather feel a little sad and angry?”

　　murmured a soldier.

Foltest, who heard this, couldn't help but nod.

 Terrible grief and indignation.

 Even if a normal army is defeated, its mood will be depressed at best.

 The word "sorrow" seems to have a noble and unusual nature.

 No matter which country’s history it is, if a troop is described as ‘sad and angry’, then this troop will most likely do great things in the future.

 Now, the mood of Lincoln and his colleagues cannot be described as "sad and angry".

Ever since they heard the news about the "disappearance of the witcher", they felt as if the earth was falling apart!

 All of them believed that if they could have persisted a little longer, even if a few people were exhausted, as long as they could follow Lan En to attack, this would not have happened.

 They will not let the person they admire disappear!

 This is simply a disgrace to their laziness!

 In this mood, in fact, all the people and troops who saw their current state did not dare to stand in front of them.

Like the commotion just now, in fact, Lincoln and the others never said a word from beginning to end. It was just the soldiers of the Northern Alliance who were under tremendous psychological pressure just standing in front of Lincoln and the others.

 In the end, I could only vent my pressure by talking and shouting.

Like a poodle that keeps barking because of fear.

Lincoln led the team and walked past the two kings. In fact, they no longer cared about any so-called "noble blood" and "noble family" except Lan En.

Lincoln walked all the way to Fringilla's side, looking down at the captured sorceress from the horse.

“You are the only enemy at the scene. If you are responsible for your disappearance.”

Ignoring the nervous expressions of everyone around him, Lincoln thrust the tip of his spear into Fringilla's face.

 The steel at the tip of the spear pressed a small dent into that beautiful and smooth face.

"This spear will pierce your throat. Even if you have been exchanged by the Nilfgaard Empire and are in the palace of the Golden Tower City, you will never take back these words."

“We swear this, sorceress.”

Looking at Lincoln's unwavering eyes under the helmet, Fringilla's throat rolled up and down uncontrollably, and the muscles on her face twitched.

It was only then that Lincoln slowly retracted his spear and dismounted.

"We are Ser Cintra, Lord Lane's personal guard. In the case of Lord Lane's disappearance, I believe that we have the right to receive any clues."

 Looking around, no one said a word.

"Very good. Now, please make the situation known to your majesties."

Lincoln addressed himself as "Your Majesty", but Foltest and Wizmir could not feel the respect for the royal power from the soldiers in front of them at all.

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