Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 106. The Power of Dagon

The precise physical condition allowed Lan En to wake up from meditation on time at six o'clock in the morning.

With his fingers gently supporting the ground, his sturdy body and heavy armor stood up silently.

On the bed, Alia, who was huddled under the quilt, was talking in her sleep, saying some people's names.

"Sansa's an idiot", "Rob, help", "Jon, help me", etc.

Everything that happened last night was so cruel and sudden that even with Aliya's character, she was really frightened.

The names of the people in her mouth are her relatives.

On the surface, this little girl seems to be immersed in the excitement of seeing new things every day, but in fact, the longing for home and the fear of leaving home hidden deep in her heart, even she herself may not be aware of it.

Lan En shook his head slightly in the dim morning light.

The distance represented by the intersection of the celestial sphere is too far even for interstellar civilization.

He's just a special kind of witcher.

He can't save everyone.

But it was also because of this that Lan En wanted to save those who he might be able to do.

Even if it is. Try it?
Put on the studded leather gloves again, fix the steel gauntlets, and carry the already stiff corpse.

The taller and taller witcher walked out of the room lightly and walked towards the agreed lake.

The morning mist floats on the surface of the lake, which is different from the mysterious and deep atmosphere under the moonlight, giving people a moist and fresh feeling.

Lan En rented a small fishing boat by the lake, which was no different from the one he used to go to kill water ghosts with Bernie.

Lan can drive it by himself.

Declining the fisherman's offer to sail the boat, the witcher paid a little extra deposit for it.

The bow of the boat splits the water waves and lotus leaves. Just after entering the lake more than ten meters away, the sound of "crashing", which is different from that of a boat, sounds from around.

The messenger of the lady in the lake, the nymph from last night, followed Lan En's boat like a water elf.

"Hello, Nymph."

After Lan En took a look, he looked away and stopped looking at her with his frontal vision.

Fact: Plump fat is a semi-solid substance.

As the water waves flow and beat, Nymph's naked body well demonstrates the elasticity of semi-solid matter.

"Hello too, witcher."

Nymphs themselves don't care about it at all. In fact, stories of villagers and Nymphs, swamp narcissus, and even harpies are often spread among the people.

The villagers were very interested in this, but the witchers were noncommittal.

It is true that some men can taste the sweetness of these wild creatures, but most of the men who send them to their door just add a meal to them.

Literally "additional meal".

Lan En believed that the nymph who served the lady of the lake would not be as barbaric as her wild counterparts.

But she doesn't seem very happy today.

"Are you in trouble?"

Nymph was leading the way in the water area ahead, and Lan En felt that steering the helm was a bit boring, so he asked bluntly.

The other party also answered directly.

"I've lost my necklace, a necklace of precious gold and rubies."

"Didn't the lady listen to the information in the entire area? Didn't she tell you?"

"The lady will definitely tell me, I'm just taking you there, by the way."

Ning Fu answered naturally, but Lan En was surprised.

In his long-term impression, the attitude of the gods towards requests is that they are full of high-mindedness and don't care.

Otherwise, it can be done at your fingertips, whether it is the antecedent or the consequence, it is completely handled in this wave of hands.

This is the case in the oriental mythology of the hometown world, otherwise, how embarrassing would it be?
But listen to Miss Nymph
Among them, except for the lady who used her own strength to search for it, it seemed that she didn't use her extraordinary power at all.

Even the location had to be asked by Ningfu in front of the lady.

Lan En imagined this scene in combination with the myth of his hometown.

——The queen mother passed down the imperial decree of the fairy law, ordering the maid to come and embroider with her with needles and threads, and talk about homework and gossip by the way?

Thinking about it this way, it’s so lifelike.
Maybe this is God in the Western context.

Lan En didn't have a problem with this, because he didn't believe in any gods.

Black Tern Island is not far from Dark Water Village, and it takes about 10 minutes by boat.

This small island in the lake seemed to have a wonderful view, but when Lan En approached the island, his brows were tightly frowned.

Like a car sick passenger.

"Inexplicable nausea. Even the scenery is beginning to be disgusted by me."

Is this where the lady of the lake should live?
The fishing boat stopped in the shallows, and carried the corpse to the island.

Nymph and Lan En walked together.

Her expression was not good-looking either, but she was much more adaptable than Lan En.

"This is the power of Dagon, isn't it hard?"

Ning Fu frowned and explained to Lan En who was also frowning beside her.

"But it should be hard for you to imagine that this level of feeling is already the result of the lady mobilizing the power of Lake Vizima to suppress it."

Lan En was slightly speechless.

My own willpower has long been proved by the surgery I performed on myself.

With a clear and rational understanding, he can cut open his own heart vessels without hesitation.

But with such willpower, just boarding Black Tern Island will feel irritable and disgusting.

If it were an ordinary person, it would be equivalent to landing on an island and entering a state of mania, right?
If it lasts for a long time, it may go crazy directly.

And this is to the extent after being suppressed. Dagon is indeed a terrifying evil god.

"You say it's Dagon's power, but my emblem doesn't vibrate."

While wading into the water, Lan En asked Nymph for more information.

"The badge of a demon hunter does not respond to all supernatural powers. Dagon's power is deep and strange even in the eyes of a lady. It is normal to have no reaction. It is precisely because of this characteristic that a lady thinks that with his The power to control the soul of the deceased will not cause the local magic power to be unbalanced."

"That is a force outside the world that does not participate in the construction of balance."

The small island on the lake couldn't be too big, Lan En followed Nymph and arrived at a small pool in the center of the island without taking a few steps.

Ning Fu raised her hand to stop Lan En behind her.

She herself first knelt down on one knee lightly and lowered her head.

"Good day, ma'am. As you ordered, I have brought the witcher you expected—Lann of Cintra."

Lan En also threw the corpse on his shoulders aside, stroked his chest with his left hand, stretched his right hand to his side, and bowed.

This is the court etiquette of this world, which was mentioned when chatting with Triss.

Lan En felt that it was better to follow local rules when worshiping local gods.

The memories of the Emperor's Children, which are full of beauty every second, have made a considerable upgrade to Lan En's artistic sense.

This makes even if he is performing an etiquette that he has only heard of, the details of his gestures are full of ritual beauty.

If a Temerian court steward had come to see it, he probably wouldn't have thought it was a protocol in his own country.

Because there are many irregularities.

But if it is said that this is a similar etiquette in a distant country, then he probably dare not say more.

Because this etiquette looks really solemn.

Lan En sent a greeting to the clear spring.

"Good day, ma'am."

The pool therefore responded.

　Be on the shelves for the first order!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)