Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1163 1145. Nutrition
"Three days."

Lan En put down his hand that was covering the side of his neck and wiped it with a wet cloth. After the remaining blood disappeared, there was no scar there.

“It’s pretty quick.”

"You need to eat more and rest more during this period." The biochemical intelligent brain reminded, "The nutrients in the blood are also waiting to be replenished, sir."

"Yeah, it's really troublesome." Lan En touched his head, which felt a little hypoglycemic.

Since he started panting just now, he also felt his digestive system working at a high speed.

My own blood is craving for more nutrients to fill itself.

This feeling was just like when he had the [Bone Strengthening Organ] implanted and was able to 'see' the hunger of his own bones.
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The Silver Heron Tavern is the most upscale and luxurious tavern in Gos Velen.

When Lan En first came to this city, he heard the reviews about this tavern.

The young demon hunter, who was still financially constrained at the time, once ordered a very cheap set meal here in order to try something new and also to get some information. He sat in the hall and ate his meal like a minion.

At that time, the best side of the tavern was not revealed to him.

It was as if Lan En didn't know at the time that this hotel actually had a large hot spring bathhouse for its own use built in the basement.

There are several large baths with different temperatures and a steam room, and you can call the service staff at any time to ask them to bring you chilled wine.

But when a few years passed, everything was different.

Margarita booked this hot spring for a sum of money that would make ordinary people stare in amazement.

Tishaya also came. The owner of the Silver Heron Tavern was flattered by the presence of the two former deans of Aretusa. He immediately provided the highest level of service and put everything in order.

With a splash, Margarita emerged from the bathtub.

She was completely naked, and the hot water from the hot spring stimulated her capillaries, giving her already delicate and smooth skin an ambiguous blushing hue.

After getting out of the hot spring pool, she picked up a bucket of cold water and poured it on her chest.

The temperature difference stimulated her and she moaned softly, while the water flowed down along her enchanting and exaggerated curves.

Even stone statues of nymphs and goddesses would be inferior to this body.

Unfortunately, the only appreciator present was not surprised by this scene.

Unlike the naked Margarita, Tishaya was wrapped in a bath towel and sitting in the hot spring pool with a table in the water in front of her.

She was carefully arranging the angles of the wine glasses and bottles on the table.

It seemed that the things on the table were more mysterious than her student's figure.

Margarita curled her lips in boredom and sat next to Tishaya.

"You look good and have maintained a good figure."

It was not until the student finally stopped causing trouble that Tishaya glanced at her whole body and commented.

"Or better than before. Is that what you want to hear me say?"

Upon hearing this, Margarita confidently placed her hands behind her back on the edge of the hot spring pool, leaned her back against the edge, and held her head high with her chest out.

"I'm not 'maintaining' anything, this is moisturizing, Tishaya."

When women tell dirty jokes to each other, the level of explicitness is always far beyond imagination.

Margarita took the initiative, and then the two of them naturally began to discuss the topic.

About how she returned to her bedroom in a daze in the morning and how she woke up in the afternoon.
Although Tishaya is Margarita's teacher, the two of them now get along more like friends and besties.

When best friends talk about their sex lives, the one who is having a better time will always show off.

"He's like a wild animal, you know?"

Margarita said this with an exaggerated expression, clenching her hands in front of her, as if to show how much effort she was putting in.

“Brutal and merciless.”

Dishaya raised her eyebrows and watched her performance.

"Dong Dong~"

Just as Margarita was showing off to Tishaya, there was a gentle knock on the door at the stairs of the basement hot spring.

"Well, I didn't mean to interrupt your comment."

Lan En walked down with a bottle of red wine, the glass of which was condensed with cold air, and his expression was normal.

"But I have to say, Berengar is here. It's not good to be late when you're inviting people to dinner, right?"

Lan En has become accustomed to facing a female sorceress who not only has fierce physical needs but is also equally open-minded in her words and ideas.

To be honest, with his hearing, he could hear a dozen dirty jokes about him from the apprentices just by walking through a corridor in Aretusa.

Margarita turned around without hesitation and placed her heavy chest on the edge of the hot spring pool, spreading it into an overflowing pancake shape. She teased Lan En with a teasing look.

"We'll be there in a minute, honey."

"Yes, right away." Tishaya, who was only wearing a bath towel, took the bottle of wine handed over by Lan En and reminded him, "Talk to him first. We can discuss the production problem during this period at the dinner table."

The young demon hunter spread his hands helplessly: "Do I look like someone who still needs your guidance, Tishaya?"

"She just treats everyone like a child out of habit." Margarita emerged from the water with a trembling smile, revealing her naked body. "Luckily I've graduated."

Lan En shook his head and turned to walk upstairs. The bathroom was hot and humid. Although he was not wearing armor, he did not like this environment.

When we went up to the upper floor of the Silver Heron Tavern, Berengar was already sitting in the reserved seat.

The lobby of Yinlu Tavern is the long table where Lan En ordered a set meal and ate it quickly when he first came here.

But there are also single tables placed on a platform that is a little higher but not on the second floor.

You can feel the lively atmosphere of the pub, but you also have privacy at a distance.

Berengar was already seated, still in his usual attire, a shirt underneath, a leather jacket over it, breeches for easy movement, and boots.

The muscles stretched tight against the shirt are enough to fool most people.

I heard that he had already found a manor near Gos Velen and bought it without much bargaining. But he still didn't seem to care much about his clothes.

"You don't even carry a sword now."

Lan En climbed two steps and walked to the seat. While speaking, he took off the long knife from his waist, leaned it against the table, and sat down.

"Don't laugh at me." Berengar shrugged nonchalantly while holding a glass of beer and waiting for the food to be served. "I haven't fought with anyone for a long time."

"Although I still have the body of a demon hunter, I think I can only handle two soldiers right now? Three soldiers without bows and crossbows, I can barely run away."

"In the city, I only need a short sword. A long sword is of little use."

As he spoke, Berengar patted his left ribs towards Lan across the table, making the sound of the blade shaking in the scabbard.

It seems that he still brought a 'little guy thing'.

Lan En did not hide himself any more. For one thing, there was nothing to hide about his return to Aretusa, and he could not hide it.

Secondly, the high-end nature of the Yinlu Tavern meant that there wouldn’t be too many people here, so there wouldn’t be much of a stir when he showed up.

Indeed, most of the people in the tavern are successful and wealthy businessmen. Many of them are suppliers of Aretuza College and make a lot of money from the mages.

Or a senior employee of the Giancardi Bank, or a senior official of the city government.

Although these people seemed surprised and honored when Lan En showed up, they were all respectable people after all.

At most, they would come up and chat in a low voice, or stand up from a distance and raise a glass to greet people, but they did not disturb the quiet atmosphere in the midst of noise.

Tishaya and Margarita also came up from the underground hot spring soon.

The two sorceresses' hair was still damp and slightly dripping.

However, this posture, which looks awkward on ordinary people, only looks more enchanting under their magical and beautiful temperament.

But anyone in Gos Velen who could sneak into the Silver Heron Tavern for a meal would know who the sorceresses were.

It is of course a supreme enjoyment when these strong and beautiful women want to do something with you.

But when they don't want to, others may get into trouble if they take a second look at them.

So everyone's eyes are very well behaved.

Talking about things over a meal has proven to be an effective social strategy no matter where you are.

This may be because eating is a relaxing state, making it easy to talk.

In short, with Lan as the bond, Berengar has a close relationship with the sorceresses.

Unfortunately, Lann and Lambert's relationship is only okay. If Geralt and Vesemir were here, they could come over for dinner together.

In short, they all seemed relaxed and at ease at this social dinner.

The focus of the conversation ranged from Berengar's past as a demon hunter to 'how much stronger Lan could become'.

Next, the story turns to the time when, after Hen Gedimitis’ heart disease was cured, Ban Ade Academy recently began to strictly control the quality of its graduates, and many male warlocks who were not good enough were expelled from the academy.

But soon after, these unqualified male warlock apprentices were absorbed by the intelligence systems of various countries or other places.

People who know magic are high-quality talents wherever they go.

During this period, Lan En never stopped talking.

But he didn't use the time to talk, instead he just ate and drank. He turned the social dinner into a 'real dinner'.

He didn't even drink alcohol, but asked the waiter for milk and juice.

If it were someone else, this action might even make people at the dinner table feel surprised and unhappy, and they might feel that they were being looked down upon.

But with Lan En, even though he was eating all the time, his etiquette and temperament were always calm and soothing.

It didn't make people feel unhappy at all, and even affected the other three people at the table to eat a little more. I felt that my appetite was good today and the chef's cooking skills were also very good.

Margarita sat next to him and found it very interesting. She tilted her head and looked at him. She also reached out and added a lot of food to the table.

But after talking for a while, the topic inevitably slid into a heavy direction.

——Today’s increasingly tense social atmosphere.

An atmosphere directed against non-human races.

Lan En also paused for a moment at this time.

(End of this chapter)