Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1268 1240. The Times Are Progressing

Immediately, after regaining sufficient energy, the sorceress simply waved her hand slightly, and a portal opened in mid-air, leading to Gos Velen.

Aretuza to be exact.

"Whoo~"

The change in wind pressure caused by the portal quickly subsided, and the sound of the wind also became gentle at a very fast speed, and finally became completely silent.

In just a blink of an eye, they were standing in an exquisite and luxurious room from the small island on the lake near Vizima.

This is Aretuza's transporter room.

Lan En was fine. He was now somewhat accustomed to the portal, and the hormone levels in his body were under the control of the strengthened organs and soon stabilized.

But Fluff Ball and Berengar are still dizzy.

As for Qilin?

As soon as Qilin came back, he asked Lan En to remove its magic saddle, saying that he wanted to run back by himself.

And since there was really no emergency at the moment, Lan En just went along with it.

"Ugh," the old demon hunter complained, holding his forehead. "Next time, next time, even if it's more troublesome, I won't go through the portal just for the convenience!"

"Meow~"

The flannel ball was also dizzy and lying on its back on the ground with its arms and legs spread out, revealing its white, garlic-haired belly.

"You have to adapt, Berengar."

Lan En didn't say anything. It was Tishaya who spoke calmly while tidying up her slightly messy lace cuffs.

With the replenishment of chaos magic, her physical condition is quickly returning to normal.

"Technology is advancing, and the scope of magic is also expanding. This is the progress of the times. You should not be left behind by the times."

"And I've gained a lot this time. Once I organize my thoughts and do some experiments to verify them, perhaps the portal will be a much better experience for ordinary people and eventually become the preferred option for people to travel long distances in the future."

Lan En nodded with interest on his face.

But Berengar just covered his forehead with his hands, with an expression of "Okay, okay, whatever you say."

"Yes, portals have entered thousands of homes. I'll take this as Aretuza's future slogan."

"To open a portal with a fixed base, you need to hire at least an apprentice or a demon hunter, and spend at least a dozen Oren coins. This does not include the construction cost of the fixed base portal."

"To open a portal out of thin air, many graduates of Aretuza can't do it. Only outstanding graduates can have that possibility."

"Those who can hire these people are either wealthy nobles or merchants in the merchant guild."

"When these people forget about those portal accidents, you can eliminate the high-class carriage industry."

The old witcher, as always, teased the sorceress in a tone that was harmless but infuriating.

"Whatever you say, Berengar."

Tishaya was used to storms and verbal confrontations, and Berengar's words did not change her expression, which remained as calm as a lake.

"But the progress of the times is objective, whether you admit it or not."

"Then I will just quietly wait for the times to move forward."

Berengar looked as if he was listening to something incomprehensible.

He waved his hands and straightened his waist, which was slightly bent due to dizziness, with great effort.

"You've all made progress. Hey! I'm not bad either!"

"This is the Luoxia Palace, right? Okay, I have to go back quickly and organize the new things I learned!"

After confirming with Tissaya that he was now on the first floor of Aretuza, the old demon hunter pushed open the door of the teleportation room and walked out with ease, his steps revealing anticipation and eagerness.

The equipment in the processing house of the New World Investigation Team is very good, and using a large waterfall as the power source of the forge is also very powerful.

But for Berengar, his own stove is more convenient.

There is actually a huge difference in equipment between forging that tends to use magic and alchemy, and forging that purely uses ridiculously active biological materials.

After the fluff ball staggered to its feet, they walked out of the teleportation room and headed towards the dean's office on the upper floor.

The apprentices and professors along the way saw Tissaya and Lan En walking together. Although they were a little surprised, they didn't know when they came back.

But this emotion is not too strong.

After all, there were actually quite a few different stories circulating in the academy regarding the cooperative relationship between this young demon hunter, the Duke of Cintra, and the two successive deans of Aretuza.

But even according to the most 'conservative' and 'standard' statement, their personal relationship should be very good.

The tower shield with a stick figure depicting a couple meeting and kissing on the battlefield still hangs in Aretuza's gallery.

So the most confusing thing for the apprentices now is actually one thing: which of their deans is Lan En sleeping with now? And in what order did they fall in love, who came first and who came later?
This question is really puzzling.

They attracted a lot of attention along the way, but both Lan En and Tishaya were used to it.

Tishaya, who still had the aura of the incumbent dean, naturally led the way.

When she arrived at the dean's office, she knocked twice symbolically, then pushed the door open without waiting for a response.

Margarita, who was half lying on the cashmere bench, was stunned.

"So." Before Margarita could say anything, Tishaya spoke first. "You work like this, and you expect to not have a sore back? You deserve it."

Margarita remained half-lying on the bench, holding a stack of documents in her hands, swinging them around in boredom. It looked like she was half-lying down and reading the documents.

Tishaya spoke slowly, without any anger or criticism in her tone. She simply folded her hands gracefully on her belly, then paced around the bench, looking down at Margarita.

However, the current dean immediately stopped his casual posture and put the documents in his hands on the table.

Tishaya also knew that Margarita was used to having fun, so she didn't bother her much at ordinary times. But she still couldn't stand her attitude during work hours.

Margarita slowly pulled her feet back on the bench.

The white, plump and full feet that revealed beautiful bone structure were put back on the sandals under the chair.

Lan En was happy to watch the fun. He closed the door, leaned against it and whistled leisurely.

"Hey~"

Margarita rolled her eyes at him, but bent her upper body deliberately so that the already wide-open neckline was facing him.

She picked up the sandals with her hooked fingers and put them on her feet.

It was not until Tishaya turned to face her that she quickly became serious again.

Margarita pretended to organize the documents in her hands and put them on the table. Only then did she get out of the "working state" in Tishaya's eyes and relax.

"I thought you would be busy there for a long time." Margarita scratched her golden hair casually. "The monster's body was so big and it carried a curse. You finished it so quickly?"

Beautiful women have their own temperament. If others were to do the same lazy movements as hers, it would definitely not look good.

"The natural world in that world is unexpectedly strong, and it has no chaos magic itself, so it is easy to deal with the corpses."

Tishaya looked at her student's still lazy movements and shook her head silently.

While explaining, he took out a few glasses from the wine cabinet next to the office, poured them, and handed them over.

Margarita took the wine glass, but raised her eyebrows and looked a little surprised.

"You're holding three cups. You didn't even use levitation?"

“That’s one of the rewards of traveling across the world.”

"What did you gain?" Margarita asked with interest. "What was the gain that allowed you to accept the lack of symmetrical beauty of 'holding three cups in two hands' without using magic?"

"Yes." Tishaya said firmly, "It's a huge gain. Maybe I will reveal some to you after I sort out my thoughts."

"I may also write to Ben Ade College and tell Gedimitis about it. I can't study this matter alone."

When Margarita heard that she had to communicate with the oldest and most powerful warlock in human history, she raised her eyebrows to confirm that Tissaya was serious.

“That’s a great discovery.”

The current dean took a sip of the red wine in his glass and said this.

"We can talk about your warlock matters later." Lan En said jokingly at first, then took two steps forward, pulled the guest chair from the desk, and sat next to the bench.

After thanking her, he took the wine glass from Tishaya and asked Margarita seriously.

"Did anything unexpected happen after we left?"

"Wait a minute, I'll call someone over." Margarita rested her elbows on the armrest of the bench, her fingers on her temples, her eyes slightly unfocused.

This is the state in which warlocks emit telepathic messages.

After the telepathy, Margarita's eyes focused again and she looked up and down at her lover.

"By the way, the new armor is very beautiful. It suits you very well. It gives you a wild feeling."

Margarita said with a dazed smile.

Her fingers unconsciously and ambiguously stroked Smaug, from bottom to top, along the arm, trying to slide to that perfect profile.

But then, the wine glass in her other hand sank.

Turning around, she saw Tishaya adding wine to her glass.

"Can't you be less impatient?"

Tishaya asked, tilting her head.

"I can't help it. I can't help myself at all around him."

Margarita said openly.

Only Lan En was sitting nearby, clicking his tongue and shaking his head.

"Bang bang."

Two polite knocks on the door sounded at the right moment, followed by the kind of reporting sounds that could only be heard in military camps.

"Lincoln Davington, secretary of the Knights of Embers."

Margarita said nothing, but raised her glass in Lan's direction.

Meaning that he is the only one who can respond here.

"Come in."

Lan En shouted, and the door opened. A young man, who had changed into a tight embroidered jacket, jodhpurs and riding boots, walked in.

(End of this chapter)