Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 70 70. Huge Support
"Are you afraid?"

Lan En's dodge seemed to make the opponent more excited.

The sorceress laughed, and Lan En saw only white flowers in front of her eyes.

"DUANG-DUANG-"

"Mentos, there's no need for dubbing at this time!"

"Sir, it's a subconscious voice in your head, I'm just playing it."

"Anyway, stop it!"

"Okay, sir."

The gorgeous and charming sorceress smiled for a while, then raised her eyebrows and asked Lan En.

"You're not really as old as you look, are you, little witcher? I remember you have a long lifespan."

Lan En pressed the roaring bear head necklace that was rattling on his chest, but did not speak.

".Are you really only a teenager?!"

This time it was Margarita's turn to be surprised.

East Asia's face is already tender, and Lan En has not left any scars on his face since his debut. In Margarita's opinion, it is not bad to be 16 years old.

But after Margarita was stunned, the chuckle on her face became even more "bad".

One is only a teenager and just graduated from the teacher, no.Judging from his knowledge base, a demon hunter who hadn't even reached the level of being a teacher was able to smash a camp of 50 people head-on!
Although no one in the camp was equipped with armor, but with this combat power, who could even say a word of gossip?
Whether it's potential, combat effectiveness, personality or age, Margarita's interest in Lan En has greatly increased.

"Ma'am, it looks like your injury is over."

"Call me Rita." Before Lan En finished his greetings, the sorceress interrupted him.

Facing the astonishment of the witcher, Margarita put her hand on the armrest of the wheelchair and chuckled with her chin pressed against her chin.

"You saved me, we're friends, Lane. Close friends call me Rita."

"Well, Rita."

It's just that Lan En is not used to such aggressive gazes, but no man in the world would refuse to slowly get closer to a real beauty who would cost at least several thousand yuan for a photoshoot.

So the young man asked a question that had lingered in his heart for a long time.

"How on earth did you get caught by that group of people?"

Lane was puzzled.

He had thought there was a terrible archmage in the camp.

But with the will to "take people out even if they die", no matter how desperate they are to fight all the way to the end, there is not even a single person who can set fireballs in the camp of armed thugs.

It is completely impossible to imagine how Margarita was tortured into such a miserable state.

For her tragic situation, Margarita did not have the slightest grudge.

"I told you, Lann. You lack common sense on how to deal with warlocks."

Facing the young people's eyes full of exploration, the sorceress feels like teaching students.

"The release of magic requires concentration, not concentration in general concepts, but very, very strict concentration."

Hold up a finger.

"For example. A sprained foot or a hiccup during the casting process can cause the spell to fail or cause unpredictable changes."

"Before releasing the spell, even if the warlock is only in a state of diarrhea, his spells are probably not scary. If it is acute gastroenteritis with severe colic, he will not be able to cast spells."

"So, Lane"

The sorceress spread her hands, and the already open neckline showed a larger area of ​​whiteness, which made the young man nod involuntarily.

"Even if a powerful female sorceress is knocked out with a sling by a few villains who had no warning on the way, and she wakes up and finds that she has lost a few catties, do you think she is still alive?" Can you cast spells?"

"Understood." Lane nodded.

From this point of view, warlocks are still quite fragile.

After all, their tolerance and anti-toxicity are similar to that of ordinary people.

Eating a croton will cause diarrhea, which is incomparable to a demon hunter who pours poison into his stomach as a buff.

In this icy world, the young people felt a little warmth in their professional strength for a long time.

"What are your plans next, Lane?"

Margarita questioned.

"You look eager to deal with the toxins and take care of your body. Is there anything else to do?"

Speaking of this, Lan En's sense of youthful ease disappeared in an instant!

The cat's eyes were cold, and the palms that were originally resting on the velvet quilt were clenched tightly.

"Ah"

"The accounts of those traffickers haven't been settled yet."

It was obviously a straightforward tone, but after Lan En finished speaking, Margarita felt that the room was a few degrees colder out of thin air.

"It's not over yet? The news of the kidnapping and cannibalism case is probably still on the way to the crow's nest. I was unconscious at the time and didn't care about anything. Did someone escape?"

"It's not that 'someone' escaped." Lan En shook his head.

"It was the biggest fish that never got caught!"

"The head eater took more than 20 children directly onto the cargo ship."

"I sent you here this time not only for detoxification and recuperation. I saved you, Rita. Arethusa Academy owes me a favor. I will use this favor to ask you for something, and then I will find the head eater and send you Both he and his buyer were slaughtered."

The sorceress looked at Lan En seriously with interest.

That night at the camp, she had fully understood the will of the witcher.

She admired the variant expression of "chivalry" in this man.

"I don't need Arethusa's favor, little witcher. My injuries, as well as the life of my student, are also debts to the college."

"If it's you, then I'd like to ask you to be the college's 'debt collector'. The quota of 1000 Oren, the whole college, we have, you need, you can use it as you like."

Margarita waved her hand generously, and handed over the right to use a huge amount of funds to Lan En.

The most famous demon hunting commission in Temeria - lifting the princess' curse, only gave the demon hunter 3000 Oren coins.

I heard that the senior demon hunter was called "White Wolf" or "The Butcher".

The wheelchair turned and Margarita was ready to leave.

"Your equipment is in the storage box next to the bed. If you need anything, you can contact me directly. Hurry up and take care of your body."

Walking to the door, the blond beauty looked back and smiled.

"Then start hunting, little witcher."

The door is closed.

The wheelchair continued to slide forward, and at Lane's doorway, an old-fashioned female sorceress walked beside the wheelchair.

"Are you interested in that demon hunter? That's good, much better than ordinary people. If there are no accidents, he can at least accompany you for hundreds of years."

Compared with Margarita, the old-fashioned sorceress dresses conservatively.

But the collar on the chest is still too wide for ordinary people, even noble women.

"Revenge is necessary and necessary, but Rita, you have bigger things to think about and you know what I'm talking about."

"Yes, Teshaya, yes." Margarita responded distressedly.

In addition to her high mana, she is actually not interested in the political games that warlocks are keen on.

It can be called a heterogeneous among warlocks.

"The situation in the south and the north is becoming more and more unstable now, so you want me to be the dean. With two dean-level warlocks, Arethusa's position will be more stable."

The female sorceress, who prefers simple enjoyment more than fighting for power, said distressedly, with a bit of complaint in her tone.

Tishaya ignored this little emotion.

"I taught you, and I know what you are capable of. Your mana is much higher than Philippa, Triss, and Keira, who are addicted to political games. I don't like politics either, but you must Clear, Rita"

Tishaya looked into her student's eyes, her delicate face was as calm as the surface of a lake.

"We must protect Arethusa, the heritage of magic."

"For this reason, you have to quickly deal with the accident that you appeared outside the academy with all your injuries, which dealt a huge blow to the prestige of the academy. The dean-level warlock was deboned, and this would even affect the entire warlock group prestige."

"You became the dean, you were supposed to bring deterrence to the academy!"

After finishing speaking, the old-fashioned archmage ignored the student's embarrassed expression, and then gave suggestions.

"You are very optimistic about that demon hunter. He is indeed good, and he is considered outstanding among fighters."

"Since that's the case, let's relax the 1000 Oren quota to 1500. Put the academy's mark on him, your mark."

Tishaya reached out and straightened Margarita's collar, making them symmetrical.

"Maybe, we can get a school hunter."

　Only now do I know that my cousin’s English cram school is running pretty well, and he has already bought a house and paid the down payment.But that's what makes it harder, two elderly people, and his widow have to support two children, plus subsequent mortgages.

　　When I arrived at his house, the two children were still happy that they didn't have to go to school.

　　They don't even understand what's going on in their own lives.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)