Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1167 1149. Embers
The leading knight was a man of sturdy build.

He is about 1.9 meters tall with the helmet on. Although he is not very old, probably in his early twenties like Lan En, he has a thick beard.

Judging from the mate selection standards of Sintra women, this would be a very capable man.

Whether in bed or on the battlefield.

Lan En chuckled on horseback: "Hello, Henwill."

After calling out his name, the Cintra man looked at Lann with more enthusiasm: "Greetings, my lord."

This was the Cintra Knight who had been following Lann's troops during the Battle of Sodden Mountain.

Young, a descendant of nobility, his country was destroyed and his family was ruined.

Most of the sixty-man Order of Embers have this background.

However, this background, which was not much different from that of any other wandering knight, became a powerful knight group that repeatedly broke the Nilfgaard Legion's front line under the leadership of Lan.

Throughout the northern kingdoms, no one could deny the power of the Knights of Embers after that battle.

No matter how you calculate the combat effectiveness of this knightly order, it should be the top knightly order in the world.

The only difference is which knightly orders other countries will put alongside them.

The Nilfgaardians believed that the knightly organization under the Alba Division, the most elite knight organization in the empire, must be no less powerful than the Knights of Embers, a defeated knight organization from the Kingdom of Cintra.

Moreover, their personnel, materials, and war equipment were far more developed. If a real fight broke out, there would be no suspense at all.

Kaedwen believes that the elite Unicorn Knights of the Unicorn Dynasty must be the most powerful knightly order.

It was just that during the last battle at Sodden Mountain, the Unicorn Knights were in the rear and didn't have time to be dispatched. Otherwise, they would have had a brilliant record and reputation.

However, no one in the Order of Embers took these speculations and rumors from afar seriously.

It can even be said that the Knights of Embers do not care at all about the trend of comparison among many knightly orders.

Since they were led by Lan En, they have personally experienced victory in battles where hundreds of thousands of people were fighting.

Everyone's emotions and spirits were twisted into a rope and forged into a sharp blade.

There was also a process where it seemed as if all the enemy's movements and intentions were seen clearly, and then countered and defeated cleanly and efficiently.

They are fundamentally different from other so-called famous knight orders.

However, they themselves may only be vaguely aware of this difference.

"Are Lincoln and Sturt both in the castle?"

Lan En lay on the Qilin Book, lowered his body and asked with a smile.

"Yes, sir." Henwill saluted Lan En and Qilin again, then turned and walked towards his warhorse, "Please let me lead the way."

The last time he came over, Qilin had already been introduced to the members of the Knights by Lan En.

But what is puzzling is that even though Lan En introduced Qilin as his fighting partner and friend.

But the way they looked at Lan En, Qilin and the ball of fluff made people feel even more uncomfortable.

Lan En didn't know what kind of brain circuit collision they had experienced.

In short, the members of the Knights Templar now treat Qilin with great respect, which makes Gu Long feel very happy.

Because he met a member of the Knights Templar on daily patrol, Lan En did not shoot a magic-blocking golden arrow at him when he approached the castle this time, to see if this was an illusion.

However, Lan En could feel that there were several obscure and inconspicuous iron pieces on the castle gate that were magic-blocking gold.

These guys are just like always, clearly respecting him as if he were a god, but when it comes to doing things they act in their own way and seem very proactive.

This reminded Lan En of his mentality when he watched them during the war: he felt a little relieved, but at the same time he couldn't help but curl his lips.

"I think you must have some bad thoughts in your mind."

Lincoln stood in the courtyard of Gaoqiu Castle to greet Lan En. He first saluted Qilin very cleverly, and then led the ancient dragon to one side.

Sure enough, Qilin didn't electrocute him this time.

Lincoln, who Lan thought was a young Cintra man, had completely lost the fuzz on his lips since the last time they met, and now he seemed to be trying to grow a beard.

But he was in an awkward period: the beard was not short, but not long enough to shape his face, so it seemed to drag down his rather handsome face.

"No, I haven't." Lan En said calmly, "How could you think of me like that, Lincoln?"

The clerk of the Knights of Embers smiled at his chief officer without any hesitation, and turned around to pick up the cat from the horse.

But the flannel ball jumped nimbly, passed over Lincoln's head and landed next to Lan.

"No need to hug me, I'm a warrior meow!"

The kitten propped himself up and looked up at Lincoln.

Sixty members of the Embers Knights stood in a line and saluted Lann. Suddenly, the sound of armor clashing filled the air, bringing with it the solemnity of war. The blue-and-golden-lion flag of Cintra fluttered in the wind. Lann's personal emblem was also recorded and made into a flag, symbolizing the ownership of the castle.

Lan glanced at them.

These knights who are loyal to him are all in high spirits, and it can be seen that they have never stopped training.

If the chief officer of a unit is away for a long time, it will be disastrous for the control of the army.

But when Lan En sensed the collective emotions of his knights, looked into their eyes, and recorded the facial muscle movements of their smiles.
He knew that such worry was totally unnecessary for him.

That’s the power of being true to Him.

Lan En didn't say much. Considering what they had experienced together, there was no need to say more.

After just looking around and nodding, all the Embers Knights stood up from their kneeling position with a "boom" at the same time.

Lan took out a large box from the sack on Qilin's back, then winked at Lincoln and Stuart, who was at the end of the knights' line, and walked into the castle.

It was still the enlarged version of the room which was still tidy even though he was not there.

Lan first put the box in his hand on the ground with a bang, tapped the side of the box lightly with his toes, and spoke to Lincoln.

"This is the thirty-two thousand orens I transferred away. Now put it back into the public account."

"As you wish, my lord."

Lincoln picked up the large notebook that was hanging on his body like a cross-body bag from the side and made a brief note on it as a to-do list.

As for Stuart, he still had that calm look on his face.

It has been like this since he was in Cintra. The cruel vortex of war and the constant trade-offs and sacrifices he had to make in order to keep more people alive made him isolate himself.

But now his face is disfigured and his jaw even needs a piece of iron to remain intact.

This made his originally cold and expressionless face seem a little frightening now.

He never looked at the box full of golden Oren coins, but just looked at Lan En.

The fluffy ball trotted a few steps on all fours, then happily jumped onto the small chair that was specially placed for it next to Lan's big chair, and sat down obediently.

Lan En leaned against his desk, sizing up the two people in charge of the Knights.

"Lincoln, pass my ring to Stuart."

After staring at each other in silence for a while, Lan En spoke.

"He has experience in managing the Knights, and has made real achievements. It seems that his health has almost recovered now."

"You should be seventeen this year. You can learn more from him in person."

Lincoln nodded naturally and handed the ring on his hand to Stuart on the spot.

Lan had previously asked him to absorb more of Stewart's management experience, and believed that his potential was more than that.

Although he was younger then than he is now, Stuart's body was also very weak, so he was still in charge of the ring seal.

Stuart's body was tortured and the injuries were too severe for an ordinary person.

Half of his ribs were broken, one side of his shoulder blade was broken, and the bones in his face could only be saved to the state they are today, not to mention the sudden weight loss and deterioration of his body functions during the recovery process.
It’s already very good to be able to recover to this point in two years.

Stuart calmly took the ring and rubbed the engraving on it in his hand.

"I accept this noble and heavy responsibility, my lord."

"But I still want to emphasize that my current physical condition is not even 60% of what it was two years ago! And after two years, the fighting brothers in the Knights have made considerable progress. I am unable to fully command them because I can't keep up with them."

He said, his eyes meeting Lan's cat eyes.

"The human body is too fragile, sir. Both the upper limit of damage that can be sustained and the ability to recover after being hurt."

For an ordinary person, an inappropriate exercise or an injury in combat may cause him to lose the ability to do strenuous exercise for the rest of his life, let alone surpass his previous self.

"I understand what you mean, Stuart." Lan En sighed and nodded, "You still want to be a demon hunter."

"At least don't be as fragile as my current body." said the deputy leader who had calmly put on the ring.

"So now." Lan En pressed his temple with a headache, "How many people in the Knights have the same idea as you?"

Hearing this, Lincoln and Stewart, who had been silent until now, looked at their chief officer, the duke to whom they were loyal, with a strange and subtle look.

The look was like looking at a character that had been used too much in a play or a storybook, the kind that was beautiful but unaware of it.

"Uh." Seeing that Stuart didn't say anything, Lincoln touched his awkward beard a little helplessly, and spoke carefully to Lan En.

"Are you asking how many of us look up to you and want to be closer to you?"

Lan En suddenly had a bad feeling.

(End of this chapter)