Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1179 1161. Unusual Identity
"Forgive me, ma'am. You are very beautiful, even in your warrior garb."

Faced with the other party's aggressive, blunt and unpretentious words, Mr. Lan, the once simple country boy, is now calm.

He casually took a handful of marigolds that he had picked because he was greedy, stuffed a few of them into his own mouth, and then handed one to the other person.

"But this is a snack I found, not a prop for courtship. Do you want to try it? The flowers in this garden are of extraordinary quality!"

Sakia didn't seem to care either. She reached out and took a marigold from Lan's hand and put it in her mouth to chew.

"My name is Sakia." The female warrior chewed marigolds and looked at Lan En with interest, "Sakia Sasi."

Her eyes were fixed on the collar of Lan's hooded cloak, where a silver roaring bear head necklace was faintly visible.

A demon hunter?

she thought.

But it may just be a disguise. After all, the fame of the demon hunter has skyrocketed compared to before.

A few years ago, even a noble and knowledgeable person like Foltest had to consult the royal advisors to learn some of the characteristics of these mysterious people.

But to this day, even the little beggars in the city know that this group of people have a pair of cat's eyes that glow slightly in the dark, and a necklace around their neck as a symbol.

Since it has a logo and is famous, there will certainly be people who imitate and impersonate it.

Whether it is to conceal an already sensitive identity or to cheat people out of their money for the sake of convenience.

Sakia frowned.

She looked at the witcher who seemed unaware.

"Mr. Learned, I have given my name. It seems you should respond?"

This is a rhetorical question.

"It's not like a decent, respectable person to hide his head and show his tail."

"please forgive."

He said sorry, but Lan En seemed unmoved.

"But we are probably all attracted by the news about the Pontar Valley, right? Maybe we are competitors? It's okay to chat now, but as for getting to know each other, it may be difficult to take action in the future."

"Don't worry. I have no interest in the bounties offered by Elland and Aedirn. We will not be in competition."

Sakia said in a relaxed tone.

But her tone was light, and Lan looked at her with some surprise under his hood.

Doesn't this person know what "courtesy" and "perfunctory" mean?

Why do I feel like she took what I just said seriously?
The EQ is a bit low
“Why are you reading this book?”

Lan En simply changed the subject.

"This book was very popular two years ago before the war broke out, but after the war between the North and the South, the book 'The Sintra War Chronicle' written by the former chief steward of the Sintra Palace, Hackso Lynn, should be more authoritative now."

This might seem a little blunt to others, but it was just right for Sakia, who had just been taught a lesson by the complex reality behind the book.

Sakia, who was originally decisive and rational, suddenly fell silent after Lan En's question.

She frowned before continuing.

"I know that reading this book at this time will basically make all northerners think that I am denying the war crimes and atrocities committed by the Nilfgaardians."

"But actually, my reading of this book has nothing to do with this. No matter if others believe it or not."

"I'm just trying to find a place or a system that respects freedom and values ​​every precious life."

"Of course, the Nilfgaardians acted in that war in the most despicable and bestial way, but I am also very dissatisfied with the way the northerners treated non-human races."

At the end, Sakia curled her lips.

"Oh, I was lucky enough to think that the Nilfgaardians would be better when they are not at war."

"Then I may have to disappoint you, Sakia."

Lan En said lightly.

"At least one thing in this book is correct. The Nilfgaardians were indeed not harsh towards non-human races. But the reason for this is that they killed all the non-human races in their territory earlier, more cruelly, and more decisively than the northerners."

"The last Elf King, Difsof, surrendered and pledged allegiance to the then Human King Ludovik on behalf of his race in Toussaint more than four hundred years ago."

"Then, at the celebration the following year, as a commemoration of victory in the war, the human king ordered the massacre of the elves who had surrendered to him a year after negotiating terms."

"According to the records, those should be the last batch of elves in the south."

Because he had been "educated" by Lan En's words beforehand, his original concepts and understandings had been impacted, so when Sachia heard about this kind of thing again, he behaved a little better than before.

He just closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then shook his head dejectedly and returned to his normal expression.

"Betrayal, using massacre as a celebration of ending the war. How disgusting." "It's undeniable." Lan En nodded without comment: "But this is the king."

After saying this, Lan En tilted his head and looked at Sakia with great interest under his hood.

"But what's even more surprising to me is..."

"Sakia, ordinary warriors and mercenaries don't think about the problems you are worried about now."

Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, the expression of the female warrior, who had been sitting leisurely reading a book with her firm and perky buttocks resting on the fence of the pavilion, suddenly became slightly unnatural.

Although she tried her best to suppress the changes in her expression, this suppression seemed too weak in the face of Lan En's observation and emotional observation.

Not only did the fine muscles on her face tense up briefly, but her entire body also showed signs of discomfort.

Amid the sound of armor rubbing against the ground, the slender legs that were casually stretched out on the ground were retracted, and Sakia stood up.

When people experience drastic psychological fluctuations, they often use body movements to relieve tension.

This kind of "conspicuous" performance made Lan En raise his eyebrows.

It seems that this lady is not only not an ordinary warrior or mercenary, but also has a special identity?
Who are the average warriors and mercenaries?

Lan En did not mean to discriminate, but the general education level of this group of people was indeed not high.

Although perhaps because they have seen a lot of the world and experienced brutal battles, some of them may have insights distilled from life experience.

But there is no doubt that these insights are not profound. Both the direction and depth of the discussion are lacking due to the lack of educational support.

They are more concerned about how to make more money and make more money after becoming more famous.

Those who can think of "having greater fame and becoming a knight or a nobleman" are considered to be those with higher pursuits and broader vision among this group of people.

As for their ideal pursuits, most of them would remember to pray to God before fighting.

The belief in Eternal Fire also has a group of fanatical believers among the warrior group, and the doctrine of Eternal Fire is their ideal.

Therefore, for people like Sachia, "I want to find a place or system that respects freedom and values ​​everyone's precious life."
This kind of thing that can be truly called ideal is unlikely to appear among ordinary warriors and mercenaries.

Sakia smoothed the dark golden braid on her shoulders and walked out of the pavilion.

He spoke seemingly calmly as he walked.

"Now that I think about it, what you said does make sense. We are not familiar with each other, so it is better for us to go our separate ways."

She held the hardcover book in one hand and placed the other on the hilt of the knight's two-handed sword at her waist, and walked towards the buildings not far from the temple without looking back.

That should be where Nenneke arranged accommodation for outsiders.

Lan En did not stop her. He just tilted his head and watched with interest as this female warrior, who must have a special identity, walked away.
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The dinner in the Temple of Meliteli began on time.

It must be reiterated that the Meliteli faith is more about showing the gentleness and motherhood of women, so it is not a very strict religion.

There are also few restrictions on clergy.

So in the temple's large dining hall, the priests, priest apprentices, and those who had sought help and received food and lodging in the temple during this period, all ate in this hall.

Several solid wood tables are put together to form a long row of large dining tables. These tables have been used for a long time.

There is oil stain on it that has merged with the wood. The black spots cannot be wiped off unless you use a scraper to carefully scrape them clean along with the sawdust.

This row can seat at least thirty people.

There are four large tables in the cafeteria.

The priests in the temple sat together with the guests, and their food and other necessities were no different.

Dinner was borscht with bread, a simple but easy-to-make and easy-to-eat combination.

By the time Lan En came in, the entire cafeteria was already noisy, just like every restaurant.

Some people took ceramic or wooden bowls to get their rice, while others were already sitting at the long table and concentrating on eating.

The mercenary, whose hair was already greasy and tangled, stuffed soup-soaked bread into his mouth and complained that it would be nice to have a beer, even just a small one.

Nenneke sat between the priests and their apprentices, occasionally tapping the heads of the little girls who were staring at the men with a spoon.

And they were warned loudly that even if they slept with a man here, they were not allowed to delay their usual homework and work, and if they did not want to have children now, they had to take contraceptive measures.

Nenneke also said not to get emotional and not to assume that the sweet words men say when they are enjoying sex are real.

She had seen too many priest apprentices in this temple who believed it and followed the men out, only to end up living a miserable life.

Then the kind fat woman warned the men that love between men and women was allowed in the temple of Meliteli, but it had to be voluntary on both sides and no transactions were allowed.

If any man feels that he is strong and hot-blooded and cannot control his penis, she will make that man's lungs grow hair in his chest.

Everyone was horrified by what they heard.

(End of this chapter)