Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 805 787. Hall stove

Lan En began to untie the magic rune cloth and horse armor on Qilin.

 The chest badges of the three demon hunters present began to tremble slightly.

　　“You equip a horse with all these things?”

Geralt asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Although I also know that you are quite wealthy, and this horse looks really tall and strong. But... tut tut tut.”

His mature and hoarse voice can easily make people feel sarcastic when he says this.

Lan En felt that this guy must have suffered a lot in the past because of this mouth and offended a lot of people.

Under the drapey rune cloth that had not been completely taken off, eyes like unicorn red crystals stared at Geralt, who was crossing his chest and commenting on it.

With a "whisper", Qilin snorted, and a tiny blue arc of electricity exploded from its fur.

Lan En, who was unloading the equipment on it, immediately had his silver hair explode.

 Lan En slapped Qilin on the buttocks and complained.

 The pale horns on the Qilin's head have finally grown back during this period of travel.

Lan En turned around, leaned over and asked the flannel ball who jumped off Qilin's back and stood on the ground, looking around.

The spiral-shaped horns show an energy-rich blue-purple color, like a stream of radiant energy crystals.

Qilin then shook his head, unhappy and chose not to look at Geralt.

He quickly jumped up the wall that was perpendicular to the ground, jumped off the castle, and went to play in the mountains.

 “Unicorn? Alive?!”

“Why don’t you go and have some fun?”

 “I don’t have runecloth to protect me here!”

 “Isn’t that what it says in the book?”

 “Hey! We agreed! Control!”

The flannel ball smacked his mouth and straightened his kitty helmet.

“It’s not fun to be with Qilin, meow. I can’t wait to train now, meow!”

 “Because it’s not a unicorn.”

 “For the sake of smallpox and plague.”

Are you so motivated?

Lann said to the confused Geralt, and at the same time patted Qilin's flank.

His mouth opened uncontrollably, and his eyes, which were usually calm and steady, also widened.

 At this moment, Bai Lang no longer had the energy to make judgments with his arms crossed.

And when Lan En removed all the equipment on Qilin, leaving only the magic leg ring, Geralt saw the entirety of this ancient dragon for the first time.

The Qilin immediately neighed, raised its hooves happily, and ran towards the city wall of Kaer Morhen.

Flannel Ball's conscious and hard work made Lan En despise Qilin in his heart.

It feels like this ancient dragon will not be able to defeat El Cat sooner or later.

Geralt on the other side held his chin and looked at the flannel ball that spoke, stood, and moved like a human being.

At this moment, his high receptiveness to being constantly faced with gods and ghosts as a demon hunter also began to come into play.

“It seems like you encountered a lot of interesting things after that war?”

 Lan En stuffed the magic equipment removed from Qilin into his alchemy leather bag, clapped his hands and spoke in a relaxed tone.

"Then we've had a good chat. Now, you can start entertaining the guests." "I was invited by Vesemir, and I've been living in the open all this way. Do you understand what I mean?"

Geralt laughed so hard that his shoulders swayed.

“Of course, of course. I happen to know that Vesemir hid a barrel of Nilfgaardian limoncello, and it’s dated to 1237.”

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 In the hall on the first floor of Kaer Morhen's main building, there is a large wooden table next to the fireplace.

 The entire first-floor hall is very empty and messy.

The high castle dome and the cracked marble on the floor all tell the story of how the castle once was brightly lit.

 Now, even whispering a word can bring out an echo of loneliness.

The few remaining demon hunters are obviously not very particular, or in other words, they don't have the leisure to be particular about it.

 Alchemy equipment, large wooden boxes for storage, storage tanks for monster organs, and even a disembowelled Kikimo, the corpse of a medium-sized dog-sized insectoid creature, was displayed on the table.

The social structure of this monster is similar to that of ants and bees. It is a species that invaded from the ancient celestial convergence period and is very destructive to the natural ecology.

And because the body of this monster is so toxic, scholars among ordinary people believe that it cannot be studied anatomically at all.

But for a witcher, having a bottle of [white honey] on hand is considered to have completed the preparations.

 Judging from the corpse of Qiqimo, this skillful technique is obviously not the first time it has been dissected.

Geralt added more wood to the fireplace in the hall.

The size of this stove matches the hall. It is nearly five meters long and deep enough to burn a large tree trunk directly inside.

"If there wasn't such a big stove, even the witchers wouldn't be able to survive the winter in this hall. It's too cold in the mountains. And over the past few decades, the weather has been getting colder and colder."

Geralt lit a fire, and the smoke from the fire will be discharged from the top along the flue of the castle.

 Under the warm firelight, three demon hunters and a calico kitten sat beside the large wooden table.

Geralt dug out Vesemir's wine collection, inserted a tap on the wine barrel, and poured it for everyone.

 “Yours, kitten.”

"Thank you, meow, but I don't drink." The calico cat raised its little paw and waved it. "A good warrior must be awake at all times, meow!"

 “Heh, it’s up to you. Anyway, all the good warriors I’ve met love this.”

Geralt sat down with a cup. He was only wearing a white linen shirt today, with breeches and boots on his legs.

“You don’t look too cold.”

Lan En took a sip from the cup and said.

Berengar next to him did not drink. He just turned his head left and right and looked at the hall with a complicated expression.

"Yeah, it's early summer now, and I'm very comfortable with this temperature." Geralt nodded indifferently. "But Xili can't do it. She's still young. The cold in the mountains is too strong. This stove is just for her. You can come over and make a fire to get some credit from her."

 “Okay~” Lan En drawled and raised the cup in his hand, “Here’s to Xili.”

The remaining two demon hunters were very proud, and they laughed and raised their glasses together.

 flannel ball looked around blankly, then took the water bottle from his shoulder and touched it with a "meow" sound.

 After the first round of drinks, the atmosphere became completely heated.

Berengar's eyes were no longer filled with so much estrangement and sorrow. He began to stretch and relax in this familiar hall that he had not seen for a long time.

“Speaking of Shirley, where has she gone now?”

Lan En seemed to mention it unintentionally, and Geralt didn't hide it either.

 “She’s out running ‘Killer Road’.”

 (End of this chapter)