Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 85 85. Silver Hair
Early the next morning, Lan En and Alia checked out of their room at the Yinlu Tavern.

The two Oren he had paid earlier was enough to pay for the cleaning of the bed, so he didn't pay any more.

At the check-out counter, Lan En sent Alia to lead Poppy out first, while he seemed to have no intention of pointing his finger at the bartender who was paying the bill.

"Are you working alone here?"

"Yes sir, the job of the bartender is not busy, and he has to keep accounts and count, so I am the only one here. I have been working here for more than ten years."

This middle-aged man with a towel on his shoulders was not at all the same as the "bartender" last night.

Even when he came to Yinlu Tavern for the first time, he was not the one he saw.

In other words, the moment he set foot on Gos Waylon for the first time, the "something" that claimed to be Gaunt O'Dim was already waiting here.

It's a real headache.

Lan En didn't feel honored to be targeted by that kind of "thing" that could observe the future and modify the reality.

Especially when that "thing" seems to be a vicious person with a bad temper.

The witcher didn't chat any more with the bartender.

He turned and walked out of the tavern, grabbed Poppy who was dragged by Aliya, and walked out.

The deflated alchemy leather bag dangled on the horse's buttocks. Lan En got on the horse and dragged Aliya behind him.

Leaning down on the horse's back, he touched the bridge of Popie's nose. He shook his head and snorted moistly.

It seems that last night, it had a good rest.

"My lord. Your hair?"

Behind Lan En, Aliya reminded softly with a little worry.

From the little girl's point of view, after one night, the hair of the knight she was following had turned white.

Although this kind of white is similar to molten silver, it is shining white.

Instead of the grayness of aging.

But such a big change happened overnight, the mysterious alchemy last night, wouldn't it be the kind of burning lifespan?

In Alia's hometown, rumors about magic and alchemy are always inseparable from the heavy price in the stories.

This caused her to worry.

"No, don't worry." Lan En put the hood on himself as if nothing had happened.

"Last night's alchemy was a success, that's one of the signs of success."

In fact, in the superficial memory acquired by Lan En, individuals transplanted with the same type of gene seeds will show different degrees of convergence.

And the gene seed called "Emperor's Son" in his chest seems to have a high probability of turning the transplanted person into a handsome silver-haired guy.

The left and right are just appearances, and they are still a change for the better.

Lane quickly accepted this.

After all, which man would refuse to make himself handsome and fierce?

Impossible okay!

The strong mare slowly picked up speed from a small trot until it galloped on the deserted streets in the early morning.

Last night's conversation with some unknown "something" didn't seem to shake Lane's will at all.

Don't say it's an unknown "thing", it's just that God wants to play with you. Could it be that you just stand there and don't resist?
Lane is not that kind of person.

If the opponent is lofty to him, it is like "a tiger bites the sky and has nowhere to start".

Then he will do his own thing step by step.

Since you can't interfere with your opponent, then ensure your own smooth progress.

And first of all, whether it is sharpening and adapting to his current combat power, or completing the employment mission with Arethusa Academy.

Or simply, to express the disgust and anger in my heart towards slave trade and cannibalism.

He needs a trip to Vizima.

——Then kill the head eater and his buyer!
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Temeria's capital, Vizima.

In a gorgeous house located in the trade area, the head eater—Ubank, was sitting in a row of waiting seats outside the study with a nervous expression.

In this huge house, soldiers wearing military armor patrolled back and forth from time to time.

Their armor configuration is similar to Temeria's standard armor, which is a simple composite armor.

But the white lily emblem is not printed on the outer blouse, but plain black.

And at the entrances and corners of the manor, there are tall warriors who are equipped with shiny plate armor and even their faces are protected by visors.

This kind of warrior with full plate armor is besieged by a group of people on the battlefield, and it takes a long time to beat and beat the warrior inside.

And warriors who can wear this kind of armor and move freely are more likely to take advantage of this time to swing their weapons and dance into a big windmill, setting off a bloody storm.

Simply put, one armored soldier is enough to kill five unarmored soldiers.

But armored soldiers are also the targets of massacres in front of full-body armored soldiers.

Ubank sat here and looked around, all he could see was the closed door of the study room and the corner of the corridor.

But just sitting there for a while, looking at the soldiers passing by at the corner of the corridor, was enough to wipe out the camp he had worked so hard to manage in Waylon.

And he also knew clearly that this manor was huge and deep, and it had far more guards than he had seen.

Even regardless of the power represented by these guards, the area occupied by the manor in the trade area alone is enough to show that its owner is a prominent identity.

Vizima is not only the capital of Temeria, it is also a central place where roads meet.

Don't discuss the old Vizima City, which is still a little scary because of the past events, nor discuss the worthless poor and criminal gathering places-the Temple District, just talk about the most important trade district.

Merchants and goods coming from the confluence of rivers and land routes crowded the city to the brim.

Bureaucrats in power and eager for security and convenience filled the gaps in the trade zone.

It was rumored that when Foltest moved to build the palace due to the "vampire demon bird incident", he had to make concessions in terms of the palace area because of the prosperous trade and the persuasion of the bureaucratic group.

Wu Bank was thinking aimlessly when the door of the study opened suddenly.

Expensive workmanship makes this door thick and strong, but it still does not make noise.

The male warlock——Safra, still dressed in light leather armor and a face scarf covering the bridge of his nose.

He walked out of the study frowning, apparently not very satisfied with the conversation just now.

On the face scarf, cold eyes swept across Wu Bank's body like poisonous snakes.

Let the tall and strong man from the Skelliger Islands smile like a little chicken, shrinking his body.

"It's your turn, head eater, heh."

As if disdainful of this nickname, Safra sneered.

"I wish you good luck, and I hope my lord can listen to your explanation. Anyway, because of this mistake, I'm going to be busy for a while."

After speaking, the bald-faced scarf warlock went straight away.

Ubank stood up with a doggy smile and watched him leave.

Then he walked to the door of the study.

After the door was closed tightly, the humble smile on Ubank's face towards Safra disappeared immediately.

"My lord, he is gone."

In the study, a well-dressed middle-aged man was playing with a small model carriage.

"What's his expression like?"

"very ugly."

"That's good."

After getting the answer, the middle-aged man nodded instead.

"Safra is very capable as a warlock and has great desires, but I can satisfy him even if he is twice as big. But I can't just let him get what he wants smoothly."

"Power and money have to go through twists and turns to become more precious. When I use him, it will be more convenient."

"And you are different, Ubank."

The head eater bowed his head humbly when he heard the talk about himself.

"You don't have the ability of a warlock as the principal, and you came from nothing. So I will give you what I can, because you are in a hurry. Moreover, your brain and your skills often make me feel that I have something to give." Value. But this time"

The decent middle-aged man put down the model carriage in his hand and looked up.

The head eater lowered his head even lower.

"Give me an account, Ubank."

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