Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1226 1208. Researcher Demon Hunter

"This old woman!"

Margarita complained in a low voice with her mouth twitching.

But she still had to complain quietly after making sure the portal was completely closed.

"Okay, Rita." Triss stretched her stiff shoulders and said, "Tissaya was just joking, but we still have a lot to do."

During her previous study in Aretusa, her relationship with Tissaya was not very close; it was just a simple relationship between the dean and the student.

It is far inferior to the combined relationship of students and friends like Tishaya, Margarita and Yennefer.

So now he is not provoked by Tishaya.

However, as her relationship with Lann became closer, Triss's contacts and relationships with Margarita and Tishaya inevitably began to increase and deepen.

The interpersonal relationships that had not progressed during my student days began to improve after I completed my studies and entered the busy and complicated career of a warlock.

"Okay, just kidding." Margarita sneered, "Hehe, just kidding."

But after pouting, the sorceress still stayed with Triss. The two of them opened their own portals one after another and walked in.

Only the Embers remain, guarding this deserted yet beautiful elven ruin against whatever may come.
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The roar of air pressure caused by the portal suddenly exploded over Lake Vizima.

The wind blew the water waves downward, forming an arc. Then, a horse fell from mid-air first.

The horse was unusually tall, graceful, and magical.

Its hooves emitted spider-web-like lightning patterns on the surface of the lake. It was obviously a big noise, but it allowed its strong body to stand firmly above the waves!

Qilin felt dizzy and his head was swollen. He knew that with his body, this feeling would soon ease and disappear, but he just hated it.

Fortunately, walking on water is a completely instinctive behavior for the Qilin, so it can do it even if it is dizzy.

Immediately afterwards, a kitten and a tall warrior fell from the air.

The kitten was also a little dizzy, and almost fell into the water, pulling on the large, draped rune cloth on the Qilin.

But after getting one leg wet, it still climbed onto the Qilin's back, and shook its head to activate the [Cat Shaking Water] move.

The well-fitting kitten armor on its body also made a clanging sound during the process.

Lan En, sitting on the Qilin horse, took out a piece of rune cloth and wiped the wet legs of the fluff ball, and received the kitten's thanks.

Then, the last person walked out of the portal in mid-air.

A sorceress.

Although she is a famous spellcaster, flying is not an easy task for a spellcaster.

This requires the use of unique magic props to achieve short-distance, low-altitude stay, such as a magic carpet in the south.

The true legend of autopilot, Joffrey Monk, once accomplished this feat under the command of a genie.

The demon hunter accurately caught the falling Tishaya, and considering his current body size, the action seemed very easy.

"I told you, there's no risk, right?"

There was a faint fragrance of lotus flowers and lotus leaves wafting from the lake. The wind brought by the portal carried a moist and fresh air. Under the early morning sunshine, a layer of morning mist that had been floating low over the lake was slowly dissipating.

Some of the gorgeous, reflective, molten silver hair fell onto the sorceress's face.

“It really doesn’t seem to be very risky.”

The usually calm and rational sorceress seemed to find this transmission a little stimulating, so she turned her eyes away from Lan's face, swallowed, and straightened her face.

"Please let me sit down. This position is really awkward."

The witcher is quick to follow the advice.

The portal opened by Tissaia used the beacon that Triss had set up near Vizima.

Ever since Foltest's last private conversation with Lane, the voices that had been telling her to "proceed with caution" in the area had suddenly disappeared.

The royal advisor was then able to re-establish many of the teleportation beacons.

"It's a little off the beaten track, but not far."

Lan En took a quick glance and identified the location of the lake, which he had visited many times.

Although Qilin was still cursing and snorting at this time, he still obediently turned in another direction and ran away.

Black Tern Island.

The original teleportation target was here, but now it's about 200 meters away, which is acceptable for a teleportation using a beacon that is not your own.

Moreover, he had told Tishaya before that there was no need to pursue accuracy too much, after all, this place was a smooth road for Qilin.

After reaching the island, Lan En supported Tishaya, while the fluff ball jumped down by himself.

The small island is still full of birdsong and flowers, making people feel leisurely and comfortable from the bottom of their hearts.

“This is it.”

After being helped off the horse, Tishaya subconsciously adjusted her clothes and hairstyle to keep them symmetrical and neat.

At the same time, the sorceress's eyes were carefully observing this small island.

A place where God lives. At this moment, Tishaya only felt a slight excitement in his heart, the excitement of a scholar and researcher.

This feeling has rarely appeared since she became successful. The last time it appeared was when Lan En used alchemy to extract the vigorous growth power from the dragon bones of another world, breaking through the long-standing limit of the crystal cultivation project.

She is one of the oldest living human warlocks.

In her time, warlocks had just appeared and began to try to control the power of chaos. The strong were like gods and demons and could move mountains to see the scenery.

She took the lead in summarizing her experience, conducting visits and research, and finally made her own academic report on the supernatural powers other than warlocks and chaos magic.

That is what is called God and faith.

And now, the object of her research, which she had once buried herself in piles of old papers just to read a piece of legend and myth, was on this small island.

It exists truly and truly.

But she is, after all, a senior sorceress and powerful spellcaster who has seen many ups and downs and all kinds of things in the world. The caution as a researcher makes Tishaya careful in her words and actions, and her thirst for knowledge as a scholar only makes her feel slightly excited.

"The lady is very easy to talk to." Lan En also knew how Tishaya felt as a researcher, so he introduced her. "I have also read your previous research reports. The style is very gentle, a little bit deconstructionist, but it's not a big problem."

"I'm not a little girl who just started learning, Lan En." Tishaya glanced at him coldly and reached out to adjust the lace edge of her sleeves. "I know how to be calm and restrained."

The witcher chuckled.

Then, on the lake surface about ten meters away from Black Tern Island, there was another roar of unstable air pressure.

Then a figure with a large bag hanging on his body fell into the lake with a "plop".

Lan En seemed to have been waiting for this and walked towards the direction where the man fell into the water.

"Goohoo. I hate portals!"

Berengar, who had just fallen out of the portal, was pulled by Lan from the shallows of the lake and finally managed to stand firmly on his feet.

Lake Vizima is not small, and even a small island like Black Tern Island has waves around it.

If you suddenly fall into the water and no one helps you, you might be pushed by the waves and lose your balance.

"What's going on?"

The old witcher first coughed a few times, then wiped his face hard and asked.

"Margarita dragged me out of the workshop area in a hurry early in the morning, asked me to take my things, and then stuffed me into the portal! This is too rough for an old man!"

Lan supported the soaked Berengar and walked from the shallows of the island to the island. Their footsteps made a splashing sound.

A set of wet clothes was not considered a harsh environment for a witcher, even though Berengar had been retired for a long time.

He quickly recovered, found his footing, and got rid of Lan's drag in the water.

"I've heard it all, Berengar. A witcher who goes to the Silver Heron Tavern to look for call girls five days a week can't call himself an old man."

The young witcher said teasingly.

Berengar had nothing to be embarrassed about, as he was an old veteran.

However, judging from Lan En's relaxed tone, although this matter was unexpectedly urgent, he did not seem to have any sense of crisis.

So the old witcher became more relaxed.

"Don't you know what a demon hunter looks like? Why are you pretending to be so smart in front of me?"

Berengar first subconsciously spat out the lake water in his mouth, then spoke with disdain.

"What on earth are you doing to me? Is this still Willen?"

"This is not Velen, but you are familiar with it." Lan and Berengar walked out of the lake completely, and the young man smiled at him, "This is Lake Vizima where you once fought."

Lan threw the large package that Berengar had brought over his shoulder, and there was a sound of hard shells colliding with each other.

Talking about his dark history as a laborer at the dock, Berengar curled his lips.

"Hello, Ms. Tishaya." The old demon hunter ignored Lan and greeted the sorceress first. "And you, Qilin and Flannel Ball."

After everyone except Lan En had said hello, Berengar asked Tishaya, "What are we going to do now? Ms. Margarita looked very unhappy when she dragged me away."

"Given our experience and the current situation, the specific explanation is complicated." Tishaya has now re-arranged her hairstyle and clothes meticulously, and she said to the old demon hunter.

"But I'm afraid we'll have to go to the Celestial Confluence, Berengar."

"The intersection of the celestial spheres?!" Berengar was stunned at first.

Since he retired from the business of witch hunting, even monsters have become rare, let alone this dangerous word.

So he was stunned at first, and then became a little nervous.

"Oh my god, what happened?"

"I've already said it, it's hard to explain. But, Berengar..."

Lann spoke in a brisk tone, as if he was about to go to a sunny and relaxing resort.

"Aren't you always annoyed with [Muddy Flow·Destruction]? This time you can confront that blacksmith head-on."

As soon as the words fell, the old witcher's cat eyes suddenly became stern!
(End of this chapter)